At eighteen, I left a small southern city to join the army, boarding a train bound for the frigid northern frontier. On my first day of recruit training, I lagged behind in physical fitness, fumbled through tactics, and was reprimanded by my squad leader in front of everyone.
After three hours crawling through the snow, my whole body frozen stiff and my comrades looking on coldly, self-doubt nearly broke me. When the whole company held tryouts for the special forces, I gritted my teeth, hauled an ammunition crate over a four-meter wall, and became the only one to finish.
Then I unexpectedly gained a golden finger. It could provide real-time feedback on my physical limits, tactical errors, and battlefield predictions, down to the millisecond and centimeter.
Every training session was measured and adjusted, rapidly improving my strength, endurance, and reaction speed. While others relied on sheer grit, I evolved through data.
While others were still pushing their bodies to the limit, I had already used the System to run a hundred simulated battles. In hand-to-hand combat, sniping, and demolition, I outclassed everyone across the board.
From recruit training to special forces camp, I led my team through avalanche zones, rain-soaked forests, and snake-infested swamps. During a seventy-two-hour stakeout without sleep, I led the way and held out to the end.
From anti-smuggling operations on the border to hostage rescues overseas, desert manhunts, and high-altitude reconnaissance, I repeatedly overcame perilous situations. I earned the codename “Wolf Hunter” and received third- and second-class merits.
From the recruit who carried ammunition crates to the commander of the Canglang Special Forces, I led my team on decapitation strikes, network disruptions, and frequency seizures, becoming a strategic trump card.
When the wars of the future arrived, I led my team in high-altitude airdrops and island raids, reshaping special operations through intelligent coordination.
In my final battle before retirement, I directed the decisive victory as an adviser. The next generation of special operators won a resounding triumph using the tactics I had taught them.
The Wolf Hunter insignia passed to a new generation, and I turned to leave. The wolf spirit lives on, and the mission endures.
