Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 508: Chapter 508
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His words were downright vile. Some of the trainees finally snapped and lunged at him.
Without hesitation, Ryan fired two shots, hitting them in the legs without mercy.
Seeing this, everyone realized Ryan wasn't bluffing. He meant business.
The obedient ones stood frozen to the side, not daring to move a muscle. Those still defiant had to grit their teeth and endure, unwilling to see their national flags publicly disgraced.
In the end, the last few weaklings didn't even hesitate. They just bolted straight out of the gate. They couldn't care less about their country's honor; all they cared about was saving their own skins.
Ryan's gaze swept over the remaining trainees. "Does anyone else want out? This is your last chance. Walk out now, or the humiliation you'll face next will make this look like child's play—a hundred times worse."
"Sir," a trainee called out, raising his hand. "What does it take to pass this test?"
Ryan turned to the trainee with a cold sneer. "Good question. Survive all ten days. Only then will you earn the title of true Hunter.
"But if you give up halfway, the humiliation awaiting you will be tenfold, a hundredfold worse. All of you, fall in at the training ground. Now."
Under Ryan's bellowing commands and piercing whistle, everyone scrambled forward. They raced toward the field where countless national flags fluttered in the wind.
The center of the training ground was a vast, open area. But right in the center stood a raised platform. But right in the center stood a raised platform. And then, there was the wall.
The wall stood completely bare, for now. But right in front of everyone, Ryan strode up to the wall and ruthlessly stabbed the deserters' ID tags onto it with his dagger.
"Know what this is?" he barked, his dagger still embedded in the wall. The trainees all shook their heads in unison.
Ryan barked, "This is the Wall of Shame. From now on, if any of you want to quit or give up, nail your ID tag right here for everyone to see. Someone, tear down the national flags of those deserters."
True to his word, Ryan produced the flag and forced every single person present to spit on it.
Not only that, but in full view of everyone, he hurled the flag into the cesspit. "Listen up. This is the Hunter Tournament Camp, a hell beyond your worst nightmares."
The first day of training left everyone emotionally battered. After all, being publicly humiliated like that was a bitter pill to swallow.
But what Ryan did next was even more outrageous. "It's almost mealtime. You guys can go have something to eat now."
This lifted everyone's spirits. 'It's mealtime this soon. Maybe this place isn't as hellish as we have imagined?' they wondered.
Shawn leaned in and whispered to Zoe, "When we get in there, grab as much high-calorie food as you can. Stuff yourself full—and if you can, stash some for later."
Zoe heard the words but didn't give them much thought. 'It's just a training camp. How bad could it really be?' she thought dismissively.
At that moment, a sharp bell rang out across the camp.
"See that tent over there? Chow time. Move out," Ryan barked.
Hearing this, the trainees all started making their way toward the tent at a leisurely pace.
Only a handful of Hunter Tournament veterans, those who had been through this kind of training before, bolted straight for the mess tent. Shawn also grabbed Zoe and bolted.
As soon as Shawn and Zoe entered the mess tent, they saw all the rations laid out on one side.
Shawn grabbed a few steaks for Zoe and himself, then quickly moved to a corner to eat. The other early arrivals wasted no time digging in as well.
"Are those guys nuts? Sprinting like their lives depend on it just for some damn food," one of the trainees scoffed.
The group burst into mocking laughter at the remark.
"Pfft, I already had something to eat earlier. I'm not hungry at all right now."
"Same here. Who even eats breakfast this early?"
Without hesitation, Ryan fired two shots, hitting them in the legs without mercy.
Seeing this, everyone realized Ryan wasn't bluffing. He meant business.
The obedient ones stood frozen to the side, not daring to move a muscle. Those still defiant had to grit their teeth and endure, unwilling to see their national flags publicly disgraced.
In the end, the last few weaklings didn't even hesitate. They just bolted straight out of the gate. They couldn't care less about their country's honor; all they cared about was saving their own skins.
Ryan's gaze swept over the remaining trainees. "Does anyone else want out? This is your last chance. Walk out now, or the humiliation you'll face next will make this look like child's play—a hundred times worse."
"Sir," a trainee called out, raising his hand. "What does it take to pass this test?"
Ryan turned to the trainee with a cold sneer. "Good question. Survive all ten days. Only then will you earn the title of true Hunter.
"But if you give up halfway, the humiliation awaiting you will be tenfold, a hundredfold worse. All of you, fall in at the training ground. Now."
Under Ryan's bellowing commands and piercing whistle, everyone scrambled forward. They raced toward the field where countless national flags fluttered in the wind.
The center of the training ground was a vast, open area. But right in the center stood a raised platform. But right in the center stood a raised platform. And then, there was the wall.
The wall stood completely bare, for now. But right in front of everyone, Ryan strode up to the wall and ruthlessly stabbed the deserters' ID tags onto it with his dagger.
"Know what this is?" he barked, his dagger still embedded in the wall. The trainees all shook their heads in unison.
Ryan barked, "This is the Wall of Shame. From now on, if any of you want to quit or give up, nail your ID tag right here for everyone to see. Someone, tear down the national flags of those deserters."
True to his word, Ryan produced the flag and forced every single person present to spit on it.
Not only that, but in full view of everyone, he hurled the flag into the cesspit. "Listen up. This is the Hunter Tournament Camp, a hell beyond your worst nightmares."
The first day of training left everyone emotionally battered. After all, being publicly humiliated like that was a bitter pill to swallow.
But what Ryan did next was even more outrageous. "It's almost mealtime. You guys can go have something to eat now."
This lifted everyone's spirits. 'It's mealtime this soon. Maybe this place isn't as hellish as we have imagined?' they wondered.
Shawn leaned in and whispered to Zoe, "When we get in there, grab as much high-calorie food as you can. Stuff yourself full—and if you can, stash some for later."
Zoe heard the words but didn't give them much thought. 'It's just a training camp. How bad could it really be?' she thought dismissively.
At that moment, a sharp bell rang out across the camp.
"See that tent over there? Chow time. Move out," Ryan barked.
Hearing this, the trainees all started making their way toward the tent at a leisurely pace.
Only a handful of Hunter Tournament veterans, those who had been through this kind of training before, bolted straight for the mess tent. Shawn also grabbed Zoe and bolted.
As soon as Shawn and Zoe entered the mess tent, they saw all the rations laid out on one side.
Shawn grabbed a few steaks for Zoe and himself, then quickly moved to a corner to eat. The other early arrivals wasted no time digging in as well.
"Are those guys nuts? Sprinting like their lives depend on it just for some damn food," one of the trainees scoffed.
The group burst into mocking laughter at the remark.
"Pfft, I already had something to eat earlier. I'm not hungry at all right now."
"Same here. Who even eats breakfast this early?"
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