October 3, 2999.

Twenty-one-year-old Ding Hu finally completed his basic studies with passing grades at the Third Earth Military Academy in the Solar System and became a freshly minted lieutenant.

There are two employment options before Ding Hu.

First, enlist on the spot and join the Solar System Defense Force. You will start as a combatant squad leader, receive training from Godardan, be ready to fight against invading enemies at any time, and slowly hone your abilities in a peaceful regional environment.

Second, go to the frontline battlefield located on the Sagittarius Cantilever, plunge into the dangerous battlefield, and either grow quickly or die under the test of blood and fire.

According to Ding Hu's own thoughts, he is more inclined to choose the second path.

But his family and friends don't agree very much.

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After all, he is too mediocre.

Going back in time to 2978, Ding Hu actually received astonishing support from social resources when he was born, and his early growth rate was not slow.

Unfortunately, Ding Hu had already reached the upper limit of his ability as a combatant when he was about twelve years old.

His talent was so mediocre that even though he tried his best, he could only barely cross the B-level boundary at the age of eighteen.

Since then, every potential evaluation system has put a deeper mark on him, indicating that his limit in this life is B level.

No matter how many trials he goes through on the battlefield, no matter how many life and death journeys he takes, he can't change this determination. At most, he can only change from a freshly minted B-level player to a seasoned B-level veteran.

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He will never be able to take on key tasks that can influence the situation of the battle on the battlefield. He can always only follow the large army and do what he can. Maybe he is an inconspicuous bastard in the big battle, or maybe he is

Some scraps of conventional troops to fight ordinary enemies, or perhaps garrison troops to defend a certain place with their lives and discover some information about the enemy's surprise attack.

Ding Hu was not dissatisfied with these comments.

As a staunch practitioner of the Pact of Destiny and an enthusiastic fan of the sage, Ding Hu regarded a sentence from the sage's quotations as a holy scripture.

"Every inconspicuous screw has its value that cannot be ignored."

He was willing to be that screw and worked hard for it, until he suddenly graduated and had to face new choices.

At the moment of graduation, the goal he had been striving for became inexplicably illusory.

Ding Hu knew that he shouldn't have such absurd and wavering thoughts, he just couldn't make up his mind for a while.

There are still more than twenty days left for him to consider, and he only needs to make a decision before twelve o'clock at night on October 31.

Ding Hu spent several days discussing with many people, including family and friends, some successful and famous people, and many public welfare consulting organizations.

He even went to the Academy of Social Sciences of Xingfeng Research Institute and chatted for a long time with some well-known old scholars who helped others with their life planning.

Ding Hu wants to find a path for himself that can best maximize his self-worth.

After running around for two weeks, asking hundreds of people, and entering the consultation database of the mastermind Fanxing, Ding Hu came up empty-handed and could not get the answer he wanted.

With some lingering confusion, Ding Hu drove a single shuttle to the foot of the snow-capped mountains on Earth.

There is a sage memorial hall here to commemorate the growth of the sage Chen Feng here in many periods of nihilistic history.

There are many digitized historical materials in the memorial hall. The historical materials record how Chen Feng gradually transformed from an ordinary person to the hope of mankind in this ordinary training base.

Ding Hu likes this period of history very much. Whenever he feels tired, he will come here. He can not only temper his mind in history, but also cultivate his sentiments by looking at the beautiful Snowy Mountains.

The Snowy Mountains Memorial Hall is a unique "privilege" for humans in the solar system, and they can always get a certain degree of spiritual peace when needed.

And what is very unique is that every time the ordinary Ding Hu sets foot on the land of the Daxue Mountain Memorial Hall, he feels extra peaceful and his thoughts are extra clear.

However, in the historical materials that Ding Hu saw, except for the sage's own appearance, which was very clear, the faces of other people were very blurry, as if they had been specially processed to conceal the looks of these people.

Ding Hu once asked his history teacher about this matter.

The teacher told him that this was indeed done intentionally by the sage's academy. The purpose was to protect those around the sage and prevent these people from being disturbed in their growth process.

After walking around the exhibition hall of the memorial hall, Ding Hu quickly climbed up the snow mountain.

More than half an hour later, he put his hands in his pockets and made a crunching sound on the snow with his feet.

The icy wind blew against his face, making it a little cold, but it didn't bother him.

On the mountainside, the newly evolved snow-white goshawk is flying slowly, seemingly hunting.

Ding Hu looked at the goshawk with a little envy. Sometimes he envied these animals on the earth. Without wisdom, there would be no worries, let alone troubles. They were born in ignorance and died in ignorance.

Humans are different. They live in a collective since birth. Although they can enjoy resources that non-intelligent creatures can never imagine, they also have to face worries that non-intelligent creatures will never have.

The more you understand, the more you fear, and the more you have to overcome fear.

"You...are you Ding Hu?"

Suddenly a woman's voice came from behind.

Ding Hu turned around.

A strong woman wearing a blue-gray technician uniform stood below, looking up at herself.

The woman has shoulder-length short hair and looks neat and tidy, with a curious and nervous expression on her face.

Ding Hu turned back and took two steps down, getting closer, "Yes, you are?"

The woman suddenly looked away nervously, "My name is Liu Weiwei, and I am a heavy nuclear collection technician."

"Oh, oh, hello, Liu Weiwei. How do you know me?"

Ding Hu wondered.

"That...that..." Liu Weiwei was a little confused.

After a long while, she said: "We are neighbors. My house is downstairs from your house. When we were children, we would often bump into each other when we were going up and downstairs."

Ding Hu thought for a while, his eyes gradually brightened, "Little fat girl."

"Um!"

Ding Hu became happy and said, "I can't believe you are so beautiful now. By the way, why are you here?"

"I...I just came to take a walk and relax." Liu Weiwei lied.

After all, she is not a professional agent, let alone an actor. She is very bad at acting when she is nervous.

But she couldn't admit that one day ago, when she was working on the regenerated rings of Saturn and building a heavy nuclear rapid recycling station, she received a message. The news told her that her little brother Ding Hu, whom she had peeked at countless times when she was a child, had successfully

After graduation, you can get married.

She didn't think too much, took a personal leave, and took the Solar System Transportation Network's fast shuttle back to Earth, where she happened to intercept Ding Hu.

She came here rushing to get married. But she is a girl after all and has a thin skin, so she couldn't speak for a while.

Ding Hu, a straight man, didn't understand Liu Weiwei's thoughts at all. But seeing that Liu Weiwei was a child, he invited him very enthusiastically: "How about we go shopping together?"

"OK."

One person's walk turned into two people, and Ding Hu's attention was distracted.

The two chatted for most of the day as they walked, ranging from some interesting stories from their childhood to their current jobs and prospects for the future.

"It's hard for collectors, right?"

"Fortunately, I spend most of my time sitting in the space office, working with artificial intelligence to deal with unexpected situations. It's definitely much easier than you soldiers."

"Hi! There is no distinction between high and low work, and there is no distinction between high and low dedication."

"Brother Ding Hu, you really like to quote quotes from sages."

"Ahem, I don't have much education myself, so I carry something to show off my big tail."

"Hahaha, you are so funny. When I was a child, I didn't dare to talk to you. I was always worried that you were serious and I always thought you were outstanding and would make me nervous when I saw you."

"Ah? Is that so? You are looking up to me too much. Maybe you are the only one in the world who thinks I am outstanding. I have worked so hard, but I am just a B-level combatant."

"There are still many people who can only reach C level. Like me, the combatant talent evaluation is D level. Did you know that I am not qualified to join the army, so I can only be a collector."

Ding Hu: "It's okay. Collector is also a very important position. Just work hard."

"The same to you."

"Um."

"What is Brother Ding Hu planning to do next? Have you made your choice?"

"I want to go to the front line, but my family doesn't agree. It's not that they are afraid of my sacrifice, but they think that going to the front line at my level is dragging people down and my death will be in vain. It's quite meaningless. They prefer

Let me stay in school because I am quite talented at leading new recruits."

"Is this so?" Liu Weiwei was secretly happy. Since he didn't leave, the matter between the two of them should be settled.

"I agree. Since your talent is in this area, brother Ding Hu, why not just strengthen it and keep it."

"But I... am not willing to do so. I think instructors who have not been tested on the battlefield are just talking on paper, which is irresponsible to the students. And I always feel..."

"What do you think?"

Ding Hu suddenly paused and said slowly: "I feel like someone in the distance needs me and is calling me."

"ah?"
To be continued...