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However, he couldn’t keep up even such simple movements for too long.
When one had reached the edge of life and experienced the sensation of imminent death, they would realize that
so-called dignity and the insistence on eating cleanly was all nitpicking.
Thinking about it now, that wasn’t anything but simply finding fault.
Eating was just about filling one’s stomach. Only by filling one’s stomach could one endure. Only by enduring could
one survive the training team.
Then, he would be able to go out and see Mommy, Betty, and Daddy.
And also…
The two little babies in Mommy’s belly.
As a big brother, Sean also wanted to give the two little babies a gift.
He must survive, no matter what!
Even if he had to live like a dog, he would endure and survive.
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When Julian returned home, Oliver finally turned on his phone. He had switched it off in the past few days.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs soon as it turned on, he saw numerous messages and missed calls. He couldn’t be bothered to check all the
missed calls; they were probably work-related things or greetings from colleagues.
Oliver wasn’t in the mood to deal with these people now. He ignored them disdainfully, choosing to delete all the
missed calls and messages without even looking at them.
His notifications were instantly cleared.
Sean’s distress messages were deleted with the press of a button, vanishing completely from Oliver’s phone.
Now, his survival at the hands of his interrogator was entirely due to his computer talents.
“What’s that thing on your wrist?”
At that time, the iron tongs heated by the fire were about to fall onto him.
Sean, however, noticed the object on the interrogator’s wrist. Although it was worn on the wrist, it didn’t look like a
watch.
It was…
“A mini-computer?”
When the surface lit up, there was even a tiny “Hughes” blinking in the lower right corner.
The interrogator was stunned. “Do you recognize this thing on my hand?”
Someone from Jim Hughes’s laboratory gave him this mini-computer. Everyone thought it was just an ordinary
watch, but in reality, it was a mini-computer.
The interrogator had been wearing it for so long, yet no one had ever noticed it.
This time, a child of just over three years old immediately saw through it.
Sean nodded. “Yes, I recognize it. I can help you improve it.”
Hearing Sean’s words, the interrogator suddenly came to a realization. Sean was young, yet he had entered a
training team filled with talents and prestigious families. For that to happen, he must have something unique about
him.
After all, the training camp never took in talentless people. Perhaps because of Sean’s age, they had overlooked his
abilities.
They even thought of making Sean take on the blame for the deceased Leonard, so that people wouldn’t associate
Leonard’s death with the black pills.
They could only ensure the pills’ increasing popularity if they distance Leonard’s death from it.
As a result, Sean turned out to be surprisingly useful. Finding a scapegoat was easy, but finding talent wasn’t.
The person in charge of the interrogation understood this principle well. He spared Sean’s life, but took away his
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdignity and the right to undergo normal training in the training team.
Instead, he kept Sean locked up in this warehouse. He treated Sean like a caged dog, where everything from eating
to personal needs happened within this confined space.
Sean had never experienced hardship since childhood, especially after returning to Richburgh. He had been
pampered, and this was a considerable test.
Fortunately, he held on.
“A true man can bend and stretch, and age isn’t the measure of his abilities.
“Only through enduring the harshest hardships can one become an exceptional person.”
Sean remembered these two phrases he had read before.
More importantly, he firmly believed in the conservation of energy principle in life.
He was convinced that his parents were too perfect. His lineage, talent, appearance, and intelligence were all
outstanding.
So, heaven had sent the trials of this training camp to torment him.
As long as he endured it, he believed he would emerge even stronger than before.
By doing so, he would become the true backbone of the Fulchers’ next generation!
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