Chapter 27 - Dream Part 1 (1/2)

Tang Ling was no stranger to the set of uniforms. Only those who had attained qualifications as a reserved warrior deserved to own it. There were once powerful young men who proudly donned it back to the settlement.

"With this, you have already passed the screening test as a reserved warrior and attained the necessary qualifications. At least, you can get into the lousy and rotten-to-the-core Fifth Camp and loaf around. But don't forget that your goal is the First Camp. That is where only the best of the best, the elites of all five camps, can enter. If you want to loaf around in Fifth Camp for the rest of your life, I won't object or say anything either, but from that moment onwards, you will lose the stipulation for me to guide you. And if I ever hear anything like seeking revenge or yearning for more power from you, I won't mind beating you till all your teeth fall off.

"Three days from now is the reexamination day for the reserved camp. I'm looking forward to your performance and which camp you will end up in." Su Yao squinted his eyes as he stood up from the sofa. His buff and robust body cast a shadow as huge as a hill over Tang Ling.

"I'll be there." Tang Ling picked up the items Su Yao gave him from the floor. Neither did he ask Su Yao why the man would simply let him pass the screening, nor did he promise that he would get into the First Reserved Camp.

Rules were made to be broken by the powerful. Promises uttered from the mouth were the most unreliable ones. Only actions were trustworthy.

Tang Ling would give a hundred percent of his effort in the upcoming reexamination.

"Good, kid. I like your eyes now. As for what you need in order to enter the First Reserved Camp, find out about it yourself. No one has the duty to explain everything to you in detail." After Su Yao finished, he stretched his body and walked towards the door.

Looking at his back, Tang Ling tried to hold back his urge multiple times, but he ultimately gave in and asked, "Who are you?"

Who exactly is this man? Although what he said was utterly cruel and realistic, he keeps helping me and showed me great kindness. Is there really such thing as a free pie from the sky in this kind of era?

Tang Ling's heart had, after all, turned chilly after that tragic night.

After hearing Tang Ling's question, Su Yao stopped and turned around slowly to Tang Ling. His lips curled up into a deep and meaningful smile. "Do you think you are qualified to know that now?"

Tang Ling puckered his lips as he sucked in a deep breath. "Thank you. I'm grateful for your help."

Su Yao turned around as his countenance was shadowed by the light from above. "Your gratitude has no value, but…"

Tang Ling lifted his head up.

"I think you're a person who can dream."

Dream? Tang Ling was confused. He was never a dreamer. Why would Su Yao say that?

Su Yao spun around again all of a sudden. He caught Tang Ling's extremely complicated gaze and said softly, "Be careful of your dream. 'It' might be coming."

The words Su Yao said were too confusing and vague. Tang Ling could not understand any of them, but somehow, after Su Yao said that, his heart seemed to have skipped a beat as his spine felt somewhat chilly.

The empty room echoed with the noise of Su Yao closing the door. It seemed like life had presented another question for Tang Ling, yet kept him away from the answer.

It rained endlessly outside the window. Tang Ling stood in the room quietly and breathed as he tried his best to achieve calmness in his heart.

Matching all the questions with the correct answers was obviously a luxurious thought. Tang Ling understood the saying, but the pain from his chest was not something that he could easily suppress. Holding his grandmother's bottle of ashes and his sister's torn dress, Tang Ling slowly walked over to the bedside and looked outside of the window blankly.

In this cold and cruel era, losing one's life was not as scary as losing warmth.

He dared not to remember anything about his grandmother and his sister, but he was helpless against his own memories.

His mind seemed to have slowed down in this moment, yet his conscious was clear. The memories were like a knife puncturing his heart with bits and pieces of warmth and cruelty.

Even stronger people required time to recover.

Amidst the silence, the rain had somehow ceased.

A dash of sunset glow refracted into the room through the fences behind the opened wooden window, landing within Tang Ling's sight.

Tang Ling suddenly stood up but sat back down quickly. Sunset meant that it was time to go home.