Super Soldier

Chapter 2: War God System

Somehow, Lin Fei sat silently in the classroom, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it, and taking a deep drag.

Smoking was strictly prohibited in the classroom, yet now, even the instructor had been sent to the heavens, and naturally, no one cared about his smoking habits anymore. He continuously lit one cigarette after another.

Calmly, Lin Fei now sought to steady his nerves. Having just killed a whole class of students and the instructor, he had no idea what awaited him next.

Amid the room full of corpses, what troubled him more than the lifeless bodies around him was the cold voice that had vanished earlier. He knew it was that voice that had transformed him into a demon in an instant.

"Come out, bloodthirsty demon, come out," Lin Fei muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the classroom door was pushed open. It was time for the next class, and a few girls entered. Upon seeing the horrific, blood-soaked scene, they froze, then spotted a young boy, dressed in a student uniform, sitting among the dead, blowing out smoke rings. "Aaaahhhhh!" they screamed, running out of the classroom.

The door had barely opened when the girls' frantic behavior attracted the attention of the students in other classrooms, who rushed over to see what was going on. Every student and teacher who entered the room was horrified. Teachers immediately dialed emergency services.

Half an hour later, Lin Fei was escorted by heavily armed soldiers to the Empire's Imperial Court.

"Lin Fei, why did you kill the instructor? Why did you kill your classmates?" asked a middle-aged judge, looking at him as though he were a monster. The surveillance footage from the classroom showed the m******e that occurred half an hour ago.

The boy, appearing weak and frail, had managed to kill every student and the instructor with brutal speed and ferocity.

"I’ll ask you again—do you believe it wasn't me who killed them?" Lin Fei responded with a bitter smile, unsure of how to explain. Should he confess that he had been fused with a feather and had become a demon within his own body?

Lin Fei knew that if he told the truth, he would be sent to a special research facility and dissected.

"Can you explain the footage?" the judge asked.

Lin Fei fell silent as the judge pointed to the screen beside him, replaying the footage of his minute-long killing spree.

In the end, Lin Fei was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole and sent to Karl Prison for first-degree murder. A fifty-kilogram metal ball was chained to his right leg.

Remarkably, the government had silenced the news of the killings, and the incident was not reported. Lin Fei's personal information was classified as a Level 2 secret, on par with the Empire's most elite spies.

That night, Lin Fei, with heavy shackles on his legs, was placed aboard a decrepit transport ship, bound for the remote planet known as Karl Prison, also referred to as the "Innocence Star."

Onboard the transport ship, Lin Fei was placed in a small, enclosed cabin.

The cabin was bare, with a few boxes of dry bread and bottles of water in the corner—his only provisions for the journey.

Chained with a fifty-kilogram metal ball, Lin Fei sat quietly on the cold, unmade bed.

So much had happened in one day. From being an ordinary student to suddenly becoming a first-degree murderer, Lin Fei was certain that a demon of some kind now resided within him.

Just as Lin Fei lay down to sleep and closed his eyes, the cold, synthetic voice from earlier echoed in his ears: “War God Program activated.” He felt a hum in his ears, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing above a graveyard.

Before him stood a towering man dressed in black, his expression cold and emotionless.

"Ghost!" Lin Fei thought, trying to flee, but no matter which direction he ran, the man stood ten meters in front of him.

"Host," the man in black suddenly spoke.

"Who... who are you? Are you the demon that controlled my body earlier, or some alien creature? Where am I?" Lin Fei asked in a terrified tone.

"I am the War God system’s simulated auxiliary program. You may refer to me as the butler. This is your brain's consciousness sea; the surroundings are a simulation," the man in black responded.

"What is the War God Program?"

"The system was attacked before fusion, and part of the program was lost. I cannot answer that question at this time. All I know is that I originate from a Level 9 civilized star," the towering man, or the "butler," replied coldly.

"What is the War God Program? And what is a Level 9 civilized star? What level is my Empire at?" Lin Fei, who rarely experienced such curiosity, was overcome with a fear-driven desire to understand. For the first time in his life, this feeling seemed to intrigue him.

"The War God Program is designed to transform you into a battle god in the shortest possible time. The universe classifies civilizations into nine levels. The planet you're currently on is about Level 5."

Hearing the butler's response, Lin Fei realized that "War God" was no ordinary title. The thought of becoming a battle god in such a short time was daunting, but it also sparked a sense of excitement within him. He would face new challenges, and his life would surely no longer be as dull and mundane as before.

However, Lin Fei quickly snapped back to reality. The troublesome program had not merely possessed him—it had turned him into a murderer. And now, his life would be spent in the remote Karl Prison, located in the Dragon Federation's far-flung star system.

Just as Lin Fei was about to ask the butler if he could leave this place, the towering figure spoke in a cold, electronic voice: “Initiating Phase One Physical Training. Scanning host's physical fitness. Mental and physical responses below standard. Commencing enhancement training.”

"What is this training?" Lin Fei asked, bewildered.

But the butler did not answer. Lin Fei felt the scenery around him shift, and he found himself back in his cabin on the transport ship.

"Initiating preliminary flexibility training," the voice said. Lin Fei realized that once again, his body was no longer under his control.

Sitting on the bed, Lin Fei's body moved under the program's control, performing a wide split, his legs extending to ninety degrees. The sharp pain forced Lin Fei to scream, but it did no good. His body continued to follow commands, forcing him into positions that were impossible without excruciating pain.

Aside from his eyes and mouth, the rest of his body no longer obeyed him.

With every agonizing stretch, Lin Fei felt as if his muscles were being pulled apart.