“If you were my soldier and I wanted to train you, I’d just throw you out and let Pure Purgatory hunt you for two years,” Qi Shantong whispered into Han Qingyu’s ear that afternoon.

Han Qingyu found it hard to judge whether Qi Shantong still held a grudge from his words. At the very least, it was obvious that he had reviewed Han Qingyu’s file after returning.

It was just that, as a Major General of a combat legion with no ties to archival or research projects, he didn’t have the authority to access or review files for the prospective tier of the archival sequence.

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“That kid? Oh, his sensitivity level isn’t bad, but there’s nothing special about him besides that.”

Meanwhile, Han Qingyu himself wasn’t aware that his name had come up during a discussion at the Oriental Republic Coalition Council, let alone that he was the first person to be classified under the prospective tier of the archival sequence. The rest of the combat personnel either fell under the first tier or the second tier.

The person who answered this question was Chen Bu’e, nicknamed Mountain Goat.

“Why did you suddenly call me here in such a hurry? What’s this about?” Chen Bu’e asked, raising...