Chapter 22: Dual Inheritance of Physique

Chapter 22: Dual Inheritance of Physique

Thanks to the ten-kilometer night runs he had persisted with every day for the past month, Chen Feng, though still utterly exhausted, had managed to hold on until the end.

After finishing the run, he didn’t collapse onto the track. He just braced his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

He didn’t dare sit down, afraid that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to get back up, and someone would have to carry him back.

Having experienced the Military Camp twice before, he knew full well that if that happened, he would be looked down upon.

At the same time, Chen Feng also noticed something that was beyond his understanding.

His enhanced physique was the result of exercise and training over a thousand years ago, yet after his soul traveled through time, his body still retained the benefits of that persistent training.

This puzzled him greatly.

Wasn’t I supposed to be a soul transmigrator? Did my physical body come over instead?

But why did I appear here right from the start, and in public no less? Didn’t these people find it strange?

What exactly happened in the second before I crossed over?

Chen Feng realized he had become a little bundle of questions every time he came here.

Things were worse because he would never get any answers.

Well, since I’m here, I might as well make the best of it. I’ll just muddle through for now.

The drills over there had ended long ago. The other comrades had already dispersed, some heading to the cafeteria, some going to make up for cultural classes, and others off for entertainment or leisure.

Ding Hu was walking over leisurely, holding a small can in one hand and keeping the other in his pants pocket.

Despite his thick eyebrows and big eyes, this Instructor was actually quite mischievous.

Chen Feng knew him well. He turned his face away, having no desire at all to speak with him.

After all, nothing good ever came out of Ding Hu’s mouth.

“Oh, not bad. A bit of an attitude, huh? Got a problem with me?”

Seeing Chen Feng turn his face away, Ding Hu pulled another small can from his pocket and placed it in front of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was puzzled. Why was the method different this time?

He recognized the can. It was the Military’s energy drink.

Not the low-level taurine-mixed beverage from a thousand years ago, but a genuine high-tech product. It could effectively relieve muscle fatigue, quickly replenish energy in the body, and had no side effects.

Top-tier physical laborers, like athletes, or excellent soldiers, all considered this drink a necessity for daily training.

Even in the highly advanced technological age a thousand years later, it was still quite expensive to produce. In the Military, you had to be at least a non-commissioned officer to get a monthly quota of ten cans.

Before, Chen Feng had only ever seen this drink in the Military Camp, never tasted it. After being demoted to a Subsistence Allowance Recipient, he would have to save up welfare points for over a month to exchange for just one bottle of this functional drink.

He could only eye it covetously, never actually drinking it, truly reluctant to spend the points.

But he never expected that after this run, Ding Hu would give him one, fulfilling a long-held wish.

“Report, Instructor! I have no problem!”

Chen Feng shouted loudly first, then saluted before taking the bottle.

Ding Hu smiled. “No problem is good. You might think I’m being too harsh on you, but I’m actually helping you. The better you train now, the greater your chance of survival when you face the enemy.”

Chen Feng was stunned again. These were lines he had never heard from Ding Hu during his two previous soldiering transmigrations.

It must be because he successfully endured the running this time, making Ding Hu view him in a new light!

This was a perfect opportunity to gather information. Seizing the chance, Chen Feng asked, “Instructor, isn’t the world at peace now? Do we really have a chance to go to the battlefield?”

Ding Hu shook his head. “We train soldiers for a thousand days to use them for one. Soldiers are not born for war, but they must always be prepared for it. Soldiers in peacetime are the most difficult soldiers. Alright, go back and rest early.”

Chen Feng smiled and took a sip of the energy drink. “Yes, Instructor.”

Only after Ding Hu had walked far away did the smile slowly fade from Chen Feng’s face.

His mood began to turn heavy.

Everything was as he had expected. The World Government was aware of the Doomsday that was inevitably coming in a year.

Moreover, the scope of this awareness was even broader than he had previously thought.

Ding Hu was just an ordinary new recruit training Instructor, and even he vaguely seemed to know something, though he stopped himself from saying more in time.

Chen Feng found that human curiosity was sometimes like a cat’s. Even knowing that asking so much was pointless, it was hard to control.

He had to remind himself once again, what was the point of asking so much? He didn’t have the ability to change anything.

And as for the chance of survival Ding Hu mentioned?

Chen Feng didn’t care at all.

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken. The enemy was too strong, so strong it was beyond human comprehension.

There was not the slightest bit of chance of victory.

The World Government’s ruling leadership had spent dozens of generations and hundreds of years trying to find a way to resist, but it was all for nothing, facing an undignified extinction.

Chen Feng considered himself just an ordinary civilian, not some heaven-defying genius. What could he use to change history or fight against a dimensional reduction strike he couldn’t even begin to understand?

Brother Hu, you’re overthinking it. We’re all going to die anyway.

On the way back to the dorm, other comrades saw the small can in his hand and gathered around, exclaiming in surprise.

“Wow, Chen Feng, impressive! Did Ding the Disaster give you that?”

“That’s really rare.”

“Let me see.”

“I want to see this marvel too! Wow!”

As Chen Feng walked through the residential building, he was questioned and surrounded all the way.

Everyone was very enthusiastic.

Chen Feng’s feelings were unique.

During his two previous visits here, the situations had been different.

The first time, he had fainted on the track first, then made a spectacle of himself in daily life, so he was quite unpopular in the Military Camp and had few friends.

The second time was slightly better than the first, but at the beginning, no one was this enthusiastic either.

This time was different from before. The treatment was so good it made him a bit uncomfortable.

The root cause was related to his exceptionally good performance during the run.

Chen Feng actually didn’t like this.

As someone who already knew the ending, he didn’t want to become close, heart-to-heart friends with anyone in this world.

Because everyone would eventually die, while he alone would wake up alive in another era.

Men are not grass or trees; how can they be without feeling?

The best way to avoid heartache and sadness was not to invest any emotion at all.

He would rather treat everyone here as NPCs in an online game.

He understood the principle, but you don’t hit someone who’s smiling at you. Even if it was just polite small talk, he had to respond eventually.

Unfortunately, the feedback from these NPCs was too real. Unconsciously, bonds still formed.

Chen Feng had to admit that after experiencing loneliness in the real world, suddenly arriving at this Military Camp where there was little malicious competition and it was full of comradely affection… it was really easy to be moved.

A thousand years later, soldiers under the World Government system were no longer on a conscription system but a hiring system.

Even Subsistence Allowance Recipients could enjoy the treatment of a single large apartment, so the welfare system within the Military naturally wasn’t bad.

Although the dorm rooms weren’t as large as Subsistence Allowance Recipient apartments, they were still single-person rooms with complete facilities.

Back in his dorm, Chen Feng expertly opened his personal Intelligent Assistant.

The Military’s personal intelligent system was somewhat different from the civilian one. In some aspects, the Military system’s content was more detailed, but it lacked a lot in terms of entertainment-related information. Songs and movies were still there, but only the content itself was available; related information couldn’t be searched for.

Previously, Chen Feng always waited until he left the Military Camp before starting his special training, precisely because it would be a waste of time otherwise.

This time, however, he only needed to simply listen to a song to get the information he wanted.

After a long while, he fell silent.

Zhong Lei was still the top talent from a thousand years ago.

This showed that Zhong Lei’s genuine talent and learning were solid and hadn’t been affected in the slightest by Chen Feng snatching the song “Dullness” from her.

But her list of created songs had changed from seventy-eight to a total of seventy-nine.

The number of songs she performed personally was still thirty. Neither the list nor the content had changed at all.

However, the lyricist and composer for the first song in her life, “Dullness,” had changed.

Chen Feng’s name was prominently listed.

Chen Feng had left his name in history; this was a solid piece of fame he had hitched a ride on.

Chen Feng then clicked on the index for his own name from the creator’s list.

The intelligent system automatically filtered out all people with the same name, displaying only his true self.

It was slightly embarrassing. So he really did have only this one song.

Zhong Lei had “Dullness” taken from her, but the loss wasn’t great.

In another Timeline, she wrote a total of thirty-eight songs given to others.

In this Timeline, she wrote thirty-nine.

The extra song was titled “Monotony.” She still gave it to someone else, to Lu Wei.