The Extremely Handsome Man Hides His Lineage – Chapter 5

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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Before receiving their supplies, the trainees first underwent an aptitude evaluation. The one they’d done before entering was a simple document review, but this one was an interview.

Karl, assigned the sexy number 69, entered the interview room with five other trainees. While it was grandly called an aptitude evaluation, they were just asked a few pointless questions to check for mental illness before being dismissed. In other words, if you failed here, you were a complete and utter nutcase.

Karl briefly considered causing a scene and getting himself disqualified. But knowing that his next destination would be the dreaded Hel-Lugal prison, his rebellious impulse was ultimately thwarted. …Still, he had to show some resistance, even if it was just a little, to feel better—!

“Number 69, why are you here?”

“I heard the women at this training camp are amazing. I’m here to bang them all.”

Even for Hel-Lugal, known for its abundance of idiots, it was the first time anyone had so openly declared their intention to sleep with the female trainees. The examiner, taken aback, could only let out a snort of laughter.

“You know you’ll be expelled if you get someone pregnant?”

“Don’t worry. I’m a man, I can’t get pregnant.”

The other trainees burst out laughing. The instructors standing behind them growled menacingly, telling them to be quiet.

“You’re a real piece of work. …Well, we need guys like you to pull off reckless missions.”

Naturally, Karl passed without a hitch. With even crazier people around, if they disqualified him, most of the trainees would be disqualified.

Number 70, not to be outdone by Karl’s audacity, also responded to the examiner’s questions with nonsense. The instructor behind him immediately smacked the back of his chair with a baton and growled at him to stop messing around.

With the excellent result of everyone passing, the five trainees left the examination room.

Under the instructor’s guidance, they went straight to the supply depot and received their gear. The trainees seemed particularly impressed by the standard-issue APA suits. …Well, it was understandable to be excited about a shiny new suit. It made them feel successful….

After receiving their supplies, the trainees dispersed back to their respective barracks. When Karl entered Barracks 5, his fellow trainees were already chatting noisily, having apparently broken the ice.

“I heard this place is fucking brutal, why are you guys here?”

“My dad threw me in here to toughen me up.”

As Karl, the last to receive his supplies, sat down, his fellow trainees subtly turned their attention to him. They had apparently already exchanged some information amongst themselves.

“Hey, what’s your story?”

Karl, expertly organizing his locker, grinned at the question.

“I’ve been traveling the universe. It’s as wide as a whore’s… well, you know.”

“Whoa, finally, a normal guy.”

The muscular brute chuckled and then helpfully introduced each of the others.

“That guy by the door is a rich kid. His dad’s a landlord who owns ten buildings.”

The rat-faced man with a sickly complexion waved briefly at Karl. His name was Iyakin Matsumoto. He was from E094-05, not far from here, a place known as the Border Planet.

Of course, if his father really owned ten buildings, he wouldn’t have dumped his son in a place like this, so it was likely a bluff. But bragging was rampant here, so this was relatively mild.

“The buzz-cut guy next to him is a married man with kids. Five of them, holy shit.”

The tattooed delinquent had already proudly displayed a family photo on his locker. His name was Rom Peng. Also from the Border Planet. As a married man with many children, he said he enlisted to support his family.

“And the pig to your right is the son of a Major.”

The hefty pig was already munching on something. His name was Kuda Oier. He was from E011-04, also known as Heaven’s Gate. The planet wasn’t called that because it was pleasant; it was a lawless hellhole. It was called Heaven’s Gate because if you went there, you were going straight to heaven.

“I’m John Carter. I used to be a mercenary.”

Finally, the one who seemed to enjoy acting like the leader was a space mercenary. From E007-08, the Trash Planet.

“Half of that planet belongs to my family. We’re filthy rich. Trash is surprisingly profitable, you know.”

Now it was Karl’s turn. They seemed curious about this incredibly handsome guy’s background.

So Karl recited his personal details.

“Karl Zeile. Son of the big boss of this fucking army. So know your place and grovel, you bastards—.”

Everyone burst out laughing. No one in their right mind would believe the Commander’s son would be in this dump. But it was polite to pretend.

From that day on, Karl’s nickname became “Commander’s Son.”

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The training camp, which had been relatively relaxed until the entrance ceremony, kicked into high gear the next day.

The earsplitting bell at 6 a.m. was effective enough to wake even those who were undergoing a colonoscopy in their sleep. Even Karl, who loved to sleep in, found his eyes snapping open at the sound—!

…Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Day 2 of training camp, wake-up time.

The moment when the hope that it was all a dream was cruelly shattered. Not just Karl, but the other trainees also had expressions of utter misery.

That’s how the military was. Whether you joined willingly or were forced to, that indescribable sense of dread would seep into your very being.

Before the bell stopped ringing, the door burst open, and the Group 5 instructor stormed in.

“God damn it, what’s that smell? Open the windows and air this place out—!”

Of course, there was an internal ventilation system, but what could you expect from a dilapidated old building?

The trainees groaned as they got out of bed and immediately prepared for morning roll call. They quickly changed into their suits and lined up in the hallway. The instructor led the five of them outside.

“March in step—!”

Outside, numerous groups of five were already heading towards the parade ground. Naturally, some groups consisted of women.

Of course, the men were eager to check out the women. During the entrance ceremony, they’d been too dazed to notice, but now they had the mental capacity to look around.

“Eyes front, you bastards—!”

The instructors yelled, ordering them not to look around. But the men still managed to sneak glances, rating the women. Having been deprived of other forms of entertainment, ogling women was the only fun they had.

“Damn, that one’s hot. Look at those tits, holy shit. They’re weapons. She could kill someone with those, damn.”

John, the trash boss, commented on a woman with watermelon-sized breasts bouncing as she walked. Karl, piqued by his curiosity, couldn’t help but look. He earned a string of curses from the instructor for it.

Once all the groups were lined up on the parade ground, the duty officer ascended the podium. His face etched with fatigue, he scanned the trainees and began roll call.

Having only experienced brief internal roll calls on the ship since embarking, Karl found the parade ground roll call extremely unpleasant.

Such an archaic, moldy event still existed—!

Of course, roll call wasn’t the end of it. They even had a morning run to greet the fresh morning air.

“This fucking—.”

He couldn’t help but curse. But what could he do? If they told him to run, he had to run.

After running five laps around the parade ground, the dreadful morning roll call finally ended. Karl, equipped with the Ion Buster, wasn’t tired at all, but having to smell the men’s pungent sweat first thing in the morning was torture.

After the cursed roll call, they took quick showers under the instructor’s supervision and prepared for breakfast.

As expected, breakfast at the shitty Hel-Lugal lived up to its infamous reputation. Especially that brown… stuff—!

“Did I come here to eat this….“

“Hey, Commander’s Son, give it to me if you’re not going to eat it.”

Of course, the pig would eat anything. Karl handed him the brown stuff he wouldn’t eat even if he were starving. The pig gulped it down in one shot. He said it tasted good, despite its strange appearance.

After the tasteless breakfast, the trainees began their training in earnest.

“You bastards aren’t even worthy of being called trainees yet—! You have to last at least a month. If you’re going to whine like babies, quit now. I warned you.”

The instructors all had fierce faces and foul mouths. Apparently, gentle words weren’t enough to reform these bastards.

“Fatties are excused. You’ll be doing something else.”

The pig, the Major’s son, just chuckled at being excused, oblivious to his impending doom. Karl silently offered a prayer for his soul.

Those who exceeded the pig’s weight limit were all excused, and the rest looked at the instructor with somewhat tense expressions.

The instructor scanned the trainees with a sinister look and nodded slightly. He then showed them his clenched fist, emphasizing his belief.

“The most important thing for a soldier is mental strength. But do you know where mental strength comes from?”

There was no answer to his question. Of course, the instructor hadn’t expected one.

“Physical strength. A strong body houses a strong mind—! Therefore, a soldier is physical strength—!”

The instructor seemed to particularly despise artificially enhanced muscles. He considered them fake muscles and fake strength.

“Muscles honed over months and years of sweating are true muscles and true strength—! Such muscles will not betray us easily—!”

As if to emphasize that this was Hel-Lugal, archaic ideas were rampant. …Well, it wouldn’t be infamous otherwise.

If it were a decent place, why would everyone avoid it? They avoided it because it was shitty.

“From today, for the next six months, until the end of training, we will do physical training every day. Rain or shine, that will not change—!”

Of course, the instructor was a veteran at this, so he offered a reward to motivate the trainees.

“We’ll have tests every Friday. The top three will get free time on Saturday. I’ll reward those who perform well.”

”Whoaaaaaaa—.”

The wretched trainees’ eyes lit up at the mention of free time.

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