Earth was a beautiful planet, evergreen and buzzing with life, until one day.
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Beings known as Neuroxins started to appear through portals. The world was full of chaos. In response to emerging global threats, the world government established a new defence force designed to counteract these challenges effectively—the Galactic Order of Cleansing (GOC).
This defence force consists of supersoldiers and high-tech weapons to counter the galactic beings. The world is in balance, for now. This defence force consists of supersoldiers and high-tech weapons to counter the galactic beings. The world is in balance, for now.
Location: US, Washington, Romney, Shanks.
In the forest, in a remote house,
Dad: Hey, son, come and have your breakfast already. Son?
In the depths of the forest, an 18-year-old boy with a decent physique wearing an eye patch was training rigorously. His name is Lucas Millar.
Lucas: stronger, stronger, I need to be stronger!
Dad: Hey, Lucas, how about taking a little break? If you want to get stronger, make sure you're eating well first!
Lucas: *with a gentle smile* Alright, old man.
It was peaceful at the dining table until.....
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Dad: Hello Nick, come and have a seat.
Nick: You're too kind, uncle.
Lucas: So loud, why did you spawn in?
Nick: Come on, bro, you forgot, today is our selection for the GOC.
Lucas: I know, why should you be so loud about it?
Nick: You are no fun, it is a big thing.
The GOC selection process holds significant value in an individual's life. If you are selected, it can open doors to numerous benefits, including enhancements to one's lifestyle, financial opportunities, and recognition within the community. It lets them serve the GOC as agents.
Lucas: I know, so let's not waste time.
Dad: Are you sure, my boy? Once in, you can't come back.
Lucas: I know, I am not planning to.
Dad: That's my boy.
Nick: Alright, let's go already.
Lucas and Nick, take the bus to GOC HQ. It is a well-protected facility. It is housing one of the most powerful weapons. Genius scientists, brave soldiers.
Lucas and Nick are peeping through the window.
Lucas: Fascinating.
Nick: Oh damn. This place is good, man.
Lucas and Nick enter the examination hall. They are greeted by the officer.
The officer: State your name, please.
Lucas: My name is Lucas Millar, Number: 24082007.
The officer: I see that you have finished your training. And you are ranked first in your camp.
Lucas: Yes, ma'am.
The officer: Very well, please take your seat.
Lucas: Thank you, ma'am.
The officer: State your name, please.
Nick: My name is Nick Mash, Number: 01032008.
The officer: I see that you, too, have finished your training. And you are ranked third in your camp.
Nick: Nothing to brag about, but yes, ma'am.
The officer: Very well, please take your seat.
Before coming to the selection, one should complete two things: the physical training program and the theory exam. Both Lucas and Nick finished it.
In the exam hall, there were 500 examinees, everyone was greeted by the examiner. The examiner was MR. Tom Linton. A major.
Tom: Dear Examinees, Congratulations on reaching this important stage in the selection process for the GOC. We commend your efforts thus far. Today, you will participate in three assessments: the first will evaluate your combat skills, the second will assess your proficiency with weapons, and the third will immerse you in a real-life simulation scenario.
Best of luck to each of you.
Everyone claps for the Mojar's speech, and the selection starts.
First assignment: combat.
Everyone exhibited excellent strength and skills, Each one was superior in their way. The excellent ones were Lucas, Nick and Emma, A girl from a noble family, with blonde hair, striking eyes, and with good personality. At the end of the first assignment, everyone passed.