Luo Jun led the two girls into the tent, but Aisha did not follow them. She bid farewell to her daughter and squeezed into another tent with the other women.
The two girls thought Luo Jun would require their gentle services like those mercenaries. Their beautiful blue eyes looked at Luo Jun, as if awaiting his orders.
In the face of survival, they had lost their human dignity. The lingering bruises around their eyes indicated that they had tried to resist initially.
However, their young bodies could not withstand the torture. Without strong will, even adults would succumb after being beaten.
Those who have not experienced such hardships would arrogantly assume they could endure.
Luo Jun was different. He knew they could not bear such suffering and psychological terror at their age.
"Rest. I'm here to protect you. You don't need to please me," Luo Jun said gently to Hattie and Maria.
They still did not quite believe him. Under the flashlight, they looked at each other suspiciously.
"I'm not with those mercenaries. These clothes are stripped from their corpses. You're also scantily clad, come with me to take the clothes off the three mercenaries I just killed."
Luo Jun glanced at their thin attire, just a lightweight autumn dress. Their slender bodies shivered from the cold.
As he spoke, he opened the tent door.
"Come here."
Luo Jun called out, and the two girls had to leave the slightly warmer tent, braving the cold sea wind to follow Luo Jun towards the three dead mercenaries.
Soon, they found the three mercenary corpses in the woods.
The two girls were too scared to look.
Luo Jun wanted to train their courage. This was a rare training opportunity. Those who overcome the fear of the dead typically have better survival chances.
Since their mother proactively sent the two girls to him, he should give them this opportunity.
This treatment was unavailable to those who did not take the initiative.
Taking the initiative did not mean Luo Jun liked such cunning people, but proactive individuals were more aligned with his interests. Those with shared interests were more trustworthy.
The hesitant women did not fully trust Luo Jun.
Aisha's proactivity, however, expressed her trust in Luo Jun.
With shared interests and trust, why would he not use such people?
"If you want to safely survive the next six months, you must endure the cold for the next three months. I give you seven minutes to strip their clothes. Otherwise, I'll burn them."
Luo Jun warned them in a commanding tone.
Although reluctant to face the corpses, under Luo Jun's oppressive presence, they squatted down and began unbuttoning the men's clothes with their trembling, cold hands.
"Hurry, hurry!"
Luo Jun urged them urgently, shining his flashlight on them.
Prompted by Luo Jun, the two girls quickened their pace.
Within seven minutes, they deftly stripped the three bodies naked. Seeing the bare corpses, they no longer avoided looking at them directly.
If not for their lack of military training, Luo Jun would have ordered them to dismember the bodies.
Courage is an essential psychological element for a warrior, even more important than physical ability.
Many soldiers develop severe psychological trauma after killing an enemy for the first time, even retiring directly because of it.
"Look at them. They are your enemies, the beasts who tortured you. Now they're dead, I want you to stab their corpses with knives."
Luo Jun threw them two daggers.
The two girls looked at him with pitiful eyes, glancing between the daggers and the pale corpses in fear.
"I see you don't want to stab them. You want to decapitate them instead?"
Luo Jun's cold tone was like a demon's summons, causing them to involuntarily squat and pick up the daggers.
"Slap, slap!"
Seeing their inaction, Luo Jun slapped them both across the face.
"They killed your relatives, companions, and raped you! After six months, these people will return. If we want to survive and return, we must be brave and fight like warriors!"
"From this moment on, you are warriors!"
Luo Jun shouted at them. The fear in the girls' eyes turned to anger, the foundation of courage!
Even the most ordinary person becomes formidable when angered!
Although warriors need not only anger but also reason, for now they only needed courage and bravery. Thus, Luo Jun needed to unleash these abilities in them.
"Ahh!"
Hattie yelled furiously and began stabbing the corpse with her dagger.
Maria bit her lip and pounced on the body too, even slicing off parts and tossing them aside like expired meat.
Soon, their hands were soaked in cold, fresh blood.
"Enough! Stand up! Put the daggers down!"
At Luo Jun's command, the girls' eyes widened like bells, taking a while to regain their senses. Luo Jun, experienced, did not approach them to avoid accidental injury.
Only after his second command did they come to their senses, slowly unclenching their bloodied fists and dropping the daggers.
After letting go of the daggers and looking at the corpses they had stabbed over a dozen times, they burst into tears.
"Pick up the clothes and take them back!"
Luo Jun retrieved the daggers and walked ahead.
His training of the two girls was not yet harsh. In the Golden Triangle, he had trained child soldiers by tying live people to posts and ordering the children to torture them by any means.
The more vicious the torture, the greater the reward, accompanied by brainwashing.
Luo Jun understood this process but was reluctant to use it on them, as it would produce formidable warriors unable to reintegrate into normal life.
That would be another form of cruelty.
They returned to the tent carrying the bloodstained clothes. Due to the cold, they no longer cared about the blood stains. They dried the clotted blood and wore the oversized clothes anyway.
Although the clothes did not fit, securing them with belts provided sufficient warmth.
Much better than the other freezing women.
When Hattie and Maria saw the envious looks from the other women, they finally realized the benefits of their mother sending them to Luo Jun.
From initial incomprehension and resentment, it turned to gratitude.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
