Novel & Cerita Mercenary Enrollment Light Read

Around the fort, several youths were training vigorously, they were in different categories and they were dressed in different colors of clothing. " The mercenary group is divided into ten categories, level one to ten and they are identified by thier color of clothes, those in level one are dressed in pink, those in the second level are dressed in orange, the ones in the lower categories are the ones in flashy colors" Eight explained quietly. Since she had acknowledged Eight as her master, the relationship between the two of them had improved a bit, he no longer glared at her with hatred and instead provided her with information, the only person she couldn't approach was Venom.

It doesn’t take long before someone says what I already know is coming. “It’s a bad fucking idea,” Growl mutters from the far end of the table. He’s one of the older patched members, the kind who’s been through enough wars to know when a new one’s about to start. “You can’t be both. You can’t ride for this club and sign your name on a list like that. You do that, you’re not a brother. You’re a fucking mercenary.” The word hits hard, but I don’t flinch. I expected it. Hell, I probably deserve it.

… Everything seemed to be going well during the interview. The plump principal, Vincent Lynch, was in the midst of buttering up Wendy and Zachary. "Ms. Lindell, Mr. Shea, don't you worry. Your daughter is gifted beyond her age, and we can't wait for her to join us. I can personally ensure that your enrollment goes through." Wendy looked incredibly pleased. She clearly enjoyed the feeling of being complimented. Zachary picked up his coffee and looked at me with disdain. Vincent picked up the official school stamp and was about to confirm Quincy's enrolment when his personal phone suddenly rang.

[OFFICIAL SUMMONS: AEGIS ELITE PILOT PROGRAM] [RECIPIENT: REN WALKER (USER: WRAITH)] [SENDER: MINISTRY OF DEFENSE - TACTICAL OPERATIONS COMMAND] Mr. Walker. We have been quietly monitoring your combat telemetry and neural-sync rates within the Aegis Online public servers for the past six months. Your tactical efficiency, spatial awareness, and precision under extreme duress are unparalleled. The government is currently recruiting the top 0.01% of users for a highly classified, specialized defense initiative.

Two days from now. “You’re kidding.” “Open to anyone enrolled. Same-day registration.” I looked back at Asher. He was doing these tiny, vicious turns in the neutral zone, completely alone inside his own head. “We’re not enrolled.” “Not yet,” Jace said. Calm. Like enrollment was just a parking ticket he could pay off later. I didn’t answer right away.

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

(He says placing his hands in his pockets with his thumbs out as he appears to lean back relax and nonchalantly) Sergeant Richards: Quite the mouth you're subordinate has there. It'll be a shame if we couldn't actually work on a deal after all I am interested in employing you all as mercenaries but not for any government. (He says as he holds up a flyer for a recruitment station Danztler had once placed back in Tokyo) Dantzler: See Xanne! He said the work word!! This means potential ally. Xanne: What about our fuel? Also who you calling a subordinate?!

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Trent nods in acknowledgment, patiently awaiting some form of briefing or test from this enigmatic figure. The merman carefully observes Trent and Hunter, his eyes seemingly assessing their presence. Then, he communicates with Trent using signs, "Where did you get the sigil?" Trent raises an intrigued eyebrow at the question, but he responds without hesitation, signing back, "I earned it in the shiver I joined after being rejected by the handlers."

“We can use her.” Adam frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What about Enora?”, he asked, his tone cautious. Lucas grinned, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. “I want to make her our pet, you know with a collar and all. I want her to suck my dick whenever and wherever I want her to.”, he said, his voice low and seductive. “We can even fuck her when the male pack members are watching, so that they know that our Luna is just a fuck toy.”