Chapter 47 Training Department Down

  After the death of the surgical hospital on the mountain, Hobodi brought the fifty survivors of Sniper Island who were full and drunk to a desolate rocky area.

  Looking at this group of people standing together in a neat and tidy manner, their bodies were almost all skin and bones, lacking a large amount of nutrition. The dirt on them seemed to have never been washed since birth, the tattered animal hide was stained with the oil stains from the food they had just eaten, emitting a nauseating sour smell into the air.

  Although none of them were old, they were all young people, but in their eyes, each one had a dull and lifeless look, with a hint of hidden fear as they looked at him.

  "Who's in charge here?" Hobodi asked.

  Fifty refugees looked at each other, and finally one brave young man walked out, then the second youth walked out, the third youth walked out, the fourth girl walked out, and the fifth youth walked out.

  "Are you all bosses?" Hobodi thought to himself for a moment, a small team?

  The first young man weakly opened his mouth and said: "We are not from Sniper Island."

  Hobadi shook his head and pointed at the second young man: "Are you the boss?"

  The second young man shook his head and said: "There is no leader here, we are all survivors from various territories on the island."

  "Why should I?" Hobodi asked.

  "Because you spent 300 million Berri to buy us out, and we're not snipers from the island, we're afraid of you..."

  "Are you going to kill us? Then the five of you will volunteer to be the first ones killed?" Hobodi interrupted, sneering.

  "Enough! It's about time you told me about your eyes, I don't care if you're from Sniper Island or not, but your eyes have a special power, right?"

  The five people who stepped out, the fourth girl nodded: "Yes, we were born on the island of 'Mado', and when our eyes capture prey, sometimes they become slow and easier for us to kill. Our ancestors called our eyes 'cursed eyes', and everyone was ordered not to use them until they came of age."

  "Are you an adult then?"

  The girl nodded: "I've been an adult for 302 days already."

  "Then you come and try!" Hobbit picked up a stone: "I ask you to answer immediately, do you know?"

  The girl murmured, and her amber-colored pupils were in a flurry of activity. Those tiny crystal particles seemed to burst forth like fireworks, emitting colorful lights that shone with unparalleled brilliance.

  Hobbiti spread his hand and the stones gradually fell. He asked immediately: "Where are the stones now?"

  "It is falling in mid-air between the palm of your hand and the ground."

  With a thud, the girl finished speaking and the stone fell to the ground.

  "Then you just observed the slow-moving stone, can your body react in time?"

  "Sorry, I'm not capable of doing it yet. Only the elders in our clan can!"

  "In other words, can you clearly capture the dynamics of this falling stone and react with your body and consciousness?"

  The girl's face was blank, and the survivors around her were also bewildered, not understanding what this sentence meant.

  Hobbit suddenly realized and changed his words: "I'm asking if your eyes watch the stone, although it's very slow, but actually thinking in your brain is still normal, right?"

  The girl finally understood and nodded.

  Hobbit's face lit up with joy: "Alright, it's done."

  The colors in the girl's pupils faded away immediately, her face turned pale drastically, and she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

  This left Hobbit in a state of bewilderment: "Is it difficult to use this power?"

  The first youth couldn't bear to look at the fourth girl, and immediately replied: "Using this power will drastically consume our physical strength. If a minor opens up this power, all of their bodily strength will be drained away to death. That's why our ancestors called it the Cursed Eye."

  "Are they capable?" Hoboldi observed this group of 'bamboo poles' struggling, wanting to fully utilize their strength, but it seemed that they still needed to temper their physical abilities, however, in this extremely malnourished state, it was probably impossible in a short period of time.

  "What are your five names?"

  Nonya, Dinya, Shunya, Manya, Dinya II

  Finally, a Dinya No. 2 Hobbit also couldn't help but laugh and cry, but looking at that fifth mischievous young man and the second young man, they seemed to look quite similar after all, so I didn't mind anymore.

  Hobbit continued: "From today on, you five are the leaders of these people."

  "Leader? Us? Didn't you kill us? We deceived you. We didn't come from Sniper Island, and there's no Sniper King..." Young Noah said weakly, his face full of shock and incredulity.

  "No, from now on I'll train you every day, don't worry, you won't die. You have enough food to supplement your nutrition and become stronger, and the power of freedom to control your own eyes will make you valuable. Of course, in the end, you will also repay me! I don't like the slave thing, but you will become people who help me, my trusted subordinates!"

  "Enough food!?" Noronia swallowed her saliva.

  "Training?" Diniya was perplexed.

  "Can you grasp the power of your own eyes? What is its value?" Dinya II asked blankly.

  "Aren't we slaves?"

  "Does someone as powerful as him also need help? Can I really become a subordinate of this master?"

  The best thing to do was to go to the hospital and let Luo, who looked very unhappy, order his men to buy a large quantity of meat and vegetables in town.

  Hobbit demonstrated some physical movements of pre-service training, including push-ups, squatting, and running with a sandbag.

  However, the training results did not meet Hopodi's expectations. In less than an hour, all fifty people were lying on the ground gasping for breath, and the five from Nonya were no exception. Under Hopodi's pressure, they managed to struggle back to their feet and hold out for a few more minutes longer than the others.

  This day will probably continue in this pattern of training → rest, eating → training.

  As dusk approached, all fifty of them were lying on the ground like a group of corpses, panting heavily or crying out in pain.

  Hobbit shook his head, was it still too hasty?

  However, the fact that they can persist without fainting despite their malnourished bodies shows that their original foundation is very solid, which probably comes from their original island jungle life.

  To be honest, Hobodi was already very satisfied with this result.

  "Let's continue tomorrow!"

  "Eh......!?!" Noronia and the other four couldn't help but cry out in distress, after all they were the five who had received "special treatment": "In this state, we'll definitely won't be able to hold on tomorrow."

  "As long as you still have the energy to speak, it means that you will have the energy to train tomorrow. Let's look forward to tomorrow then!"

  Hoboldi laughed as he went down the mountain. The sunset was setting in the west, and that smile was a symbol of the devil for the five people of Nornia.

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