The Military Queen-Chapter 40 - 32 Strong Style Binding

(This person went on a trip for the Dragon Boat Festival, so the system update is still at 8:00 p.m., benefits will come after return, additional Chapters too, thanks to everyone for the recent support~ Collection, rating, everything is needed.)

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"After submitting the binding request, is it like when binding the task manual?" Little Eight had said to No.0 before, once bound, it would be bound forever, regardless of whether death or incidents like reincarnation occur later on?"

"Yes, No.0, please state the item you wish to bind?" Sun’s Crown was also curious what this new Private First Class, who was hesitant before, would request. She had higher expectations for her than the others who came to exchange their Military Merit Points before. Among the players who came to Sun’s Crown earlier, there were a few outstanding ones who obtained more Military Merit Points than No.0; they asked for military coins, suitable upgrade equipment for future use, and also inquired about how to re-enter Military Road.

Out of the 500 players, aside from those who died or were forced into an infinite cycle of reincarnations, a small number of strong ones, like No.0, also discovered the value of this "game." They wanted to seek challenges in the virtual world they couldn’t experience in reality. To come back? Sun Instrument didn’t tell them the method, and soon they would find out that leaving Military Road was only temporary; ultimately, one by one, they would all return.

Among those people, the only player who entered the special space made a very anticipated exchange request. From her previous conversation with No.500, this new Private First Class was a very practical person. What sort of demand would such a realistic person make in a virtual game?

"Please bind me with the Space Demigod of the Prehistoric System, that is, Little Eight," No.0 blurted out her request crisply and pleasantly, even more melodious than the sound of water falling in a fountain.

Like a bolt from the blue, the system Little Eight was struck by lightning. Sun’s Crown also paused its rotation in shock. That was a pretty rude and bold request. However, it wasn’t an impossible one.

"No.0, withdraw your request quickly. I am a Sub-God of the system, and you actually want to kidnap a Sub-God? Didn’t you say you would not return to Military Road?" Little Eight suddenly transformed into a fire-breathing Tyrannosaurus, and if she had a physical form, she would surely tear No.0 to pieces, making her forever sink into the abyss of infinite reincarnation, letting her experience the darkness over and over again, and also forcing her to continuously walk pigs and encounter mutated leeches. She would let her know the terrible consequences of offending a system Sub-God. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"I’ve changed my mind. After I knew that 220 Military Merit Points could be exchanged for real-world currency, I decided that I want to return to Military Road. During the past two months, we’ve had a pleasant cooperation, and I believe it will remain so in the future." The emergence of No.500 and the rule of Military Merit being plunderable in Military Road made No.0 realize the cruelty of Military Road once more. However, it didn’t matter; if she could make it out of the Prehistoric Space, she would certainly thrive in Military Road.

"Sun’s Crown, you cannot agree to her request. No player can bind a Sub-God," Little Eight struggled to plead further, something that had never happened before in Military Road.

"Nor has any player ever entered a special space, but there is always a first time for everything. Little Eight, you’ve been wandering alone in special space for a long time. Stop waiting. What’s past is past," Sun’s Crown started spinning again, the water from the fountain splashing everywhere, like a sobbing child who didn’t care about their feelings.

Little Eight’s voice was filled with unwillingness, "No, I must retrieve my lost memories."

"The system binding has been generated. Prehistoric Space Demigod Little Eight and Private First Class No.0 are now permanently bound." Sun’s Crown made the final decision, and it was quite a tough one. No.0 looked over her final attributes after the promotion.

Body attributes: "Name: No.0. Military Rank: Private First Class. Physical Strength: 180/180. Spiritual Power: 200/200. Anger Value: 0/0. Military Merit: 30." Besides the original few values, she gained new ones after becoming a Private First Class. Special Skill One: Loli Reconnaissance Skill, Special Skill Two: None, Special Skill Three: None.

Equipment is as follows: Weapon, Ghost Needle Gun, Clothing: Private Uniform, Boots: Thin-bottomed Military Boots. Accessories: None.

"Sun’s Crown, where is system Little Eight?" No.0 checked the military backpack, but the load value inside still showed as 3/10. There was no new item indicating the existence of system Little Eight.

"At the position two fingers away from your right collarbone, the newly appearing phoenix-tailed butterfly symbol is your binding contract with system Little Eight. An attribute for team status has been added to display Little Eight’s current status, final assessment completed." Sun’s Crown made the last reminder.

No.0 unbuttoned a few buttons and saw a lifelike black and purple phoenix-tailed butterfly tattoo near her chest. Touching it felt smooth and didn’t feel like it was just inked.

"I’ve finally returned," No.500 once again stood by the fountain, sweeping away his earlier disheveled look, now wearing a set of durable Private Uniform he just spent all his military coins on. After cleaning up, No.500 was the spitting image of a tender cutie, peach-blossom eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, skin that seemed to ooze water at a touch, and with slender hands and feet. Standing by the fountain, he didn’t forget to dab some water on his hair, fixing it up.

"Are you really an active-duty military personnel? Which branch? You’re not in the entertainment troop, are you?" No.0 couldn’t help blurting out a sentence, completely ruining the beautiful scene the tender male had crafted.

"I haven’t played with the arts for many years; I’m a military officer," No.500 responded, ruining the illusion of a peach-blossom handsome man his appearance had created. He was very annoyed with this Private First Class No.0 in front of him, "Be careful, don’t let me bump into you in person after we get out."

"We don’t know today’s affairs tomorrow; perhaps, we’ll encounter each other again soon," No.0 grinned, "It’s time for us to go out."

The sphere of Sun’s Crown emitted a dazzling light.

In the tracking room of the National Security Bureau, the trackers from Rand Military District were doing the final data verification.

There were 98 experiment participants who exited normally, of which 80 showed improvements in all physical ability data, all recorded and awaiting final accreditation.

In the array of doors numbered 0-500, 98 doors had already been opened. Over the past few days, apart from the night of Crown of the Moon when there were incidents of players being attacked, the rest had successfully exited the game after reaching 1000 Military Merit Points.

"It should all be completed, Major Lin," the trackers recollected all the active brain scanners.

"These past two months, thank you everyone for your hard work," Lin Yi saluted all personnel present.

"That’s what you should be saying to us," came a taunting remark at a rather inopportune moment, reminding the few Lieutenants present and the person they had forgotten about.

Two doors were pushed open simultaneously, and two persons walked out. After two months, Xia You breathed in the murky yet exciting air of the real world once again.