The seemingly grand and sophisticated “God Eater Training Program” was shockingly simple and brutal: train until you drop.
The entire process adhered to one principle: push the trainees to their limits.
Every day, the warriors woke up at 6 AM, and after washing up, the first task was a 30-kilometer sprint, euphemistically called a warm-up.
Who warms up with a 30-kilometer run?!
Even though they were elite warriors, far superior to other soldiers, a 30-kilometer run was not an impossible task.
But in the main training sessions, push-ups, frog jumps, pull-ups, and sword swings were counted in thousands.
Their swords, although made of lightweight alloy, were nearly two meters long and thus not exactly light.
Every hour, warriors would collapse from exhaustion.
In such cases, there were no medical rooms or gentle nurses; only nutrient solutions and various prohibited stimulants were used to push their limits.
They didn’t even have half a minute to slack off!
It was as if this training was designed to torture them to death.
“General Wang is a demon…”
“No, he’s the incarnation of Lucifer!”
“This training is lethal! And he dares to call us useless…”
“He’s just watching and not participating, of course, he can talk big!”
“This Satan! Damn him…”
The warriors gritted their teeth in hatred, their resentment growing day by day.
Steve Rogers, however, had no such grievances.
He channeled all the pressure, pain, and fatigue into motivation to keep going.
Whenever he felt like he was about to collapse, he would glance at Wang Yan.
The intense golden aura surrounding Wang Yan represented the great deeds he had done to save all of humanity.
Steve told himself that Wang Yan must have endured inhuman training and shed countless sweat to reach this level.
For the sake of his righteous ideals, Steve was willing to pay any price!
If Wang Yan could do it, why couldn’t he?
His guardian spirit, the Fourth Hokage, had told him that he had limitless potential hidden within him.
Steve Rogers firmly believed that the Fourth wouldn’t lie to him, especially since the Fourth had transformed him completely.
Due to this belief, even though Steve was the weakest in physical endurance among the twelve God Eater trainees, he was also the most diligent and hardworking!
What others could complete in an hour, Steve would spend two hours doing.
He reduced his rest time, ate quickly, compressed his sleep, and abandoned all entertainment…
He needed no supervision or punishment.
His sense of duty was higher than anyone else’s.
If not for the Fourth Hokage using chakra to help him recuperate, he would have long since collapsed.
Even so.
On the nineteenth day of training, death came knocking…
When he swung his sword for the 1,300th time, Steve Rogers’ numb arms finally gave out.
He felt his face go numb, his vision blackened, his ears buzzed, and he lost consciousness completely.
The rescue team arrived within thirty seconds and began emergency treatment.
“Breathing has stopped, heartbeat has stopped…”
“Injecting adrenaline…”
“Using the defibrillator for ten minutes, no response…”
“God Eater trainee Steve Rogers is confirmed dead.”
Upon hearing the medical team’s conclusion, the remaining eleven warriors stopped what they were doing.
They turned pale, their eyes filled with panic, their minds in disarray.
It finally happened!
Someone died!
James Barnes was the first to rush to Steve’s side, holding his body tightly.
His expression was one of deep sorrow, tears streaming down his face.
The death of his best friend meant the light in his life had been extinguished.
Men don’t cry easily, but this was a heart-wrenching moment.
Blonde-haired Peggy Carter put down her massive sword, her body steaming from sweat, breathing heavily.
She looked at the two of them with a complex expression, her emotions too intricate to describe.
Wang Yan watched this scene, not letting it turn into a melodrama.
He simply pointed a finger from a distance.
Particle Reconstruction!
Damaged organs were restored, internal injuries were healed, nerve functions repaired…
After the trials of the Naruto world, Wang Yan’s telekinesis, mental power, and psychic abilities had advanced greatly, developing over a hundred different applications.
Now, apart from soul damage, he could heal physical injuries effortlessly, performing “full-body restoration” that otherwise required resource points for redemption.
The next moment!
Steve suddenly opened his eyes.
He sat up like a drowning man pulled ashore, first coughing violently, then gasping for air.
“I almost… died…”
He clutched his chest, a flicker of fear in his eyes.
Bucky turned away, discreetly wiping his tears.
With reddened eyes, he said, “The doctors tried to save you for half an hour. After they declared you dead, General Wang stepped in and revived you.”
Although he didn’t know how Wang Yan managed it, his instincts told him he was right.
His friend’s resurrection had to be connected to this devilish general.
Bucky was grateful to Wang Yan, but his reticent nature kept him from expressing it verbally.
All he could do was train diligently to meet Wang Yan’s expectations.
“This training is unscientific!”
Suddenly, a trainee muttered.
That statement was like a spark igniting a fuse, quickly blowing up the topic.
“Yeah… we’re made of flesh and blood, not steel. We have limits!”
“This time Steve got lucky and didn’t really die. What about next time?”
“Protest! We demand human rights!”
Hearing these complaints, Wang Yan scrutinized them with a blank expression.
Silent for a long time.
Some trainees were about to back out, some regretted their previous comments, while others felt relieved after speaking their minds.
“Anyone who wants to quit, just say so.”
Wang Yan’s words carried a devilish temptation: “You’ve done your best. Quitters will receive bonuses, and your military ranks will be promoted by two levels.”
“I… I quit.”
A burly man who said this broke down in tears, his voice heart-wrenching.
The domino effect began.
“I quit!”
“I can’t endure this anymore, I’m sorry, General.”
“I quit too…”
“Hmph… I’m quitting. Not as a deserter, but as a wise man making the right choice…”
In the end, only four remained.
“This training is scientific… I consulted the Super God Academy; they are from a sci-fi universe.”
Wang Yan seemed to realize something.
Clapping his hands, he exclaimed, “Almost forgot, you guys are just ordinary people, not products of a god-making project, and don’t have super genes.”
The four remaining trainees had a million alpacas running through their minds.
Deliberate!
He definitely did this on purpose!
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