Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 562  And So It Begins...

The rowdy international airport bustled with military personnel from around the world, dawning their crisp dark toned uniforms. Tension crackled in the air as teams from various nations converged for the prestigious Global Golden Military Tournament.

At the baggage claim, the several stern-faced captains locked eyes with their counterparts from various nations. They exchanged curt nods, with years of geopolitical rivalry evident in their rigid postures. Nearby, teams from the North, sporting their signature mullets, drew curious glances and barely concealed smirks from other competitors.

On the shuttle to the competition grounds, the World's West and South teams found themselves seated together, an uncomfortable silence falling as memories of past conflicts resurfaced. The Teams from from the East seemed to keep to themselves, eyeing the others, as well as themselves warily.

Everyone here saw each other as a threat. So what if we all came from the East/West/North/South? Even Frago, a West region nation that had borders with Vardos Country, still stared at other western nations vigilantly. One look and anyone could see that chaos was bound to break through at any given time. Sure enough, at the registration desk, a heated argument broke out between a few teams over their placement in the competition brackets. "Color me blind, why the 'F' do we have to share quarters with these Britannia bastards? Don't think I'll ever forget what you guys did in the last competitions to our fellow man!"

"Hmph! Who cares if you forget or not? What? Do you think we're scared of you or something? Bring on, Flat bread!!"

"Dammit, just thank your lucky stars that it's strictly prohibited to fight outside the competition., or else I swear, you would have been eating through your asses by now!" n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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One might think the military competitions here were simple, but that's where you're wrong.

The competitors had to have the perfect blend of mercenary and military poise.

What was the goal of this tournament? To prove who is the best, as well as build super soldiers, the types you send on lone missions in places even the craziest wounded dare to go to.

Those selected victorious, get sent to a 1-year special training camp that could potentially result in them losing their lives in barely a week upon arrival.

That was how crazy the whole thing was.

It was brutal, cruel and prepared them for the most dangerous missions the world could ever conjure. And those who graduate from this place return back to their empires, leaving trails of unbelievable mission victories and success.

Let's just say, the return to become 'John Wicks'. They become the Boogeyman all killer and underground associations feared.

There was one great Boogeyman who went on a lone mission to take down a group of terrorists and mercenaries, all 3000 people gaurding a hidden location.

Believe it or not, that Boogeyman completed the mission beautifully, like Rambo, going in blazing with shots, and strategy.

Which country doesn't want to train such super soldiers?

Of course, the Mysterious training camp is on an island completely taken off the map and hidden from the passersby.

All nations unanimously agreed on this matter a long, long, time ago.

And the secret Organization that trains these super soldiers are also protected by the world's forces too, so long as they don't cross the line and turn evil.

So again, they ask? Who the hell won't want super soldiers hailing from their countries?

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"Stop! That's an ORDER!"

An official from the mysterious organization appeared before them, his aura so intimidating man began shivering.

How does one develop such true animal-like aura? So scary!

Many instantly became obedient dogs, feeling that such a guard was a little too frightening. Staring into his eyes was like staring into that of a Wolf!

Heh.

If the guard knew what questions were brewing in their minds, he would definitely sneer, feeling they wouldn't last a second in the mysterious organization's training grounds.

Do you know what it is to be literally thrown into a den with a wolf for a week? Both sides were starving, and if he didn't defeat the wolf, then he… would be wolf-meat.

They brought the primal cave-man instinct out of him, and after he defeated his first wolf, cooked and ate it, they later sent 2 more in.

After killing one, he tamed the other and without knowing it, became a true predator. His first month was spent in that hole with animals of all kinds. He was either killing or taming them. And when he was finally let out, he became like a 'Tarzan,' who had learnt the behaviors of several animals. His instincts became sharper, his thinking more precise and his aura more vicious.

Narrowing his gaze, he sent chills up everyone's spine. "Do not, let this repeat."

The words to the wise were enough.

With that, the official left. It's just that he also found it a hassle seeing so many people arrive for the competitions. Why so many? They didn't want it to be so. However, the Vardos country basically went on their knees to beg for this exception, saying if it wasn't worthwhile, they will heavily compensate the organization with anything the organization truly desires.

For the Vardos country to go this far, meant it was truly a worthwhile matter they swore couldn't be said but shown.

What was it?

What could it be?

Think as they might, no one could accurately guess the thoughts of these Vardos people. So with such a sweet offer and the temptation of mystery brooding in the atmosphere, how could the organization not make this one-time exception to supervise more people on the tournament grounds?

(shrug)

It's not like they have to change their quota for the number of people that get accepted into the hidden island.

No… they just had to accept to supervise a far larger group of people than before.

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Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

Time passed by in a flash; and before anyone knew it, day one was officially over.

4 days was the period unanimously given for all countries to get their people over to Vardos country.

During this time, several superiors and leaders tried their hardest to get intel on why Vardos would go so far just to have them all here.

Read police officers, Marines and soldiers were gathering, discussing their thoughts with no leads on the matter.

Dammit, Day 1 was over and they still couldn't get a clue.

Then came day 2… 3… and finally 4.

Once it was night time, all countries had now been accounted for, and everyone soon got an early rest, knowing tomorrow, all secrets would be revealed!