Died for a Million Times: I can Copy Infinite SSS Talents!-Chapter 40 --The Human Towers

Sergeant Martin fell into a moment of silence.

After all, there was nothing wrong with what Link had just said.

For a moment, he couldn't even think of a proper reason to refuse.

Link's reasoning was actually quite simple.

If he didn't go to the frontlines, how was he supposed to openly and gloriously farm for talent points?

Come on, the more dangerous the place, the more he needed to go!

As long as dying served a purpose, what was wrong with dying a few more times?

Yet, in Sergeant Martin's eyes, Link's actions were filled with the spirit of patriotism and sacrifice.

Martin's gaze toward Link grew increasingly approving.

"Very well, Link," Martin said solemnly. "I have high hopes for you.

Although in today's era, the spirit of chivalry has long since declined,

I believe it will never truly die!"

"You can rest assured," he continued. "I'll make arrangements immediately to send you to the frontlines.

As for the compensation you asked for, I will personally submit your request to the camp administration."

"Don't worry," he promised. "If the compensation isn't satisfactory enough, I, Martin, will be the first to protest."

"Thank you very much, Sergeant Martin," Link replied with a smile, feeling that Martin was truly a good person.

"In any case, just make sure you come back safely," Martin said earnestly.

"Yes, sir!" Link replied firmly.

...

It had to be said, the efficiency of Eagle Hatchling Camp was truly astonishing.

Barely two hours later, a dedicated vehicle was ready to take Link straight to the frontlines.

There were still more than twenty days left before the camp officially concluded.

Link quietly calculated how he could best make use of these twenty days.

Roughly a dozen hours later, Link awoke from his meditation.

By then, the vehicle had already arrived at the outskirts of the Northern Front.

Staring out of the window, Link couldn't help but feel a wave of amazement.

Those towering structures, which he had only ever seen in videos before, now loomed before his very eyes.

The driver, a disabled veteran assigned to pick him up, noticed Link's curious gaze and helpfully offered an explanation.

"These towers store a vast amount of spiritual power," the old soldier said.

"The existence of these towers allows ordinary human soldiers to become much stronger, freēwēbnovel.com

and they also provide a protective shield for the entire base."

"You could say that the towers are the heart and soul of the Northern Front.

That's why there are always elite forces stationed around them.

If a tower were to fall into the hands of the moonfolk,

the entire warzone would suffer catastrophic losses, maybe even face complete annihilation."

"Beyond that, the towers also serve critical roles in reconnaissance, alert systems, and defense.

The barracks for our soldiers are usually built around the towers.

Further out, you'll find areas for elixirs, materials, and other supplies..."

Thanks to this explanation, Link gained a preliminary understanding of the Northern Front.

Overall, the entire Northern Front had developed a fairly self-sufficient ecosystem.

Just as he was absorbing this information, the veteran shifted the conversation slightly.

"Still," he warned, "even with the towers, that doesn't mean the camp is entirely safe."

"In fact, the moonfolk have never stopped trying to attack the towers."

"Things are better now," he added. "But back in the early days, according to the old-timers,

the towers were under constant siege.

Countless human lives were lost to establish and defend these strongholds."

"It wasn't until the appearance of His Excellency the Saint that things changed.

During the Battle of the Seven Sages, most of the moonfolk's top forces were utterly wiped out.

Only after that did the towers finally gain some measure of stability."

The veteran spoke with pride swelling in his voice.

Link gazed at the towers outside.

Even after a century, he could still spot faint bloodstains and battle scars on their surfaces.

It was painfully clear just how much sacrifice had been poured into building them.

And yet, despite the unbearable cost, humanity had never given up.

Generation after generation, they had used their flesh and blood to construct an impregnable wall of defense.

Today, the Northern Front was much safer.

While minor attacks by the moonfolk still occurred from time to time, they were nothing more than skirmishes,

easily crushed by human experts.

Everything seemed to be improving.

But deep down, Link knew this so-called peace was nothing but the calm before the storm.

After all, who could imagine that the seemingly dominant human race would fall into extinction just ten years later?

After a short silence, the vehicle pulled up alongside the camp.

Link bid farewell to the veteran and made his way inside.

After presenting a series of identification documents, a military officer approached him.

"So, you're the new recruit from the camp? Follow me," the officer said.

Link trailed after him toward the inner camp grounds.

As they walked, the officer casually explained a few things.

"I know you camp kids," he said, glancing at Link sideways.

"You all think you're top-tier geniuses.

But let me give you a piece of advice—arrogance and complacency will get you killed on the battlefield."

"I'm your direct supervisor here at the Northern Front.

You can call me Commander Brian."

"Your training achievements here will be judged mainly by the merit points you accumulate.

Complete missions, and you'll earn merit points.

Simple enough that I don't need to waste more words on it, right?"

Link nodded calmly, his gaze sweeping across the camp.

Soon enough, he spotted a few familiar faces—other trainees from Eagle Hatchling Camp.

They too had noticed his arrival, and their faces immediately filled with shock.

"It's Link! He's actually here?!"

Seeing the reactions of the surrounding cadets, Commander Brian frowned slightly.

"You're pretty famous among them, huh?" he asked.

In truth, Brian didn't know much about Link.

All he knew was that the kid was from the camp and had missed the initial assignments because of an injury during the entry test.

By normal standards, someone who got injured so early shouldn't have been anything impressive.

Yet judging from the reactions around him, Brian realized he might have misjudged.

He gave Link a second, more careful look, then pointed to a room in the barracks.

"That's your place.

You'll have to organize and clean it up yourself."

"Now, let me briefly explain how you earn merit points."

"There are three categories: individual missions, team missions, and corps missions."

"Since you're stationed at the Northern Front now, you'll naturally be assigned to a corps.

If a major operation is launched, you are required to obey orders and fight under command.

There's no running away from it."

"That said," he added, "in recent years, the moonfolk have become less aggressive.

A whole year can go by without seeing a single large-scale battle."

"So if you want to accumulate merit points quickly, your best bet is to take on individual or team missions."

"As for the specifics," Brian finished, "you can check them out at the mission hall."