164: Chapter 164 Graduation of the Prodigy Camp

General Ye Canglan's words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing through Lin Fan's cognitive blind spot.

That's right!

Since the system can convert everything, why limit his gaze to these small fry in the safe zone?

The Ten Thousand Races Battlefield—how was that just a battlefield?

It was clearly an inexhaustible, super warehouse of raw materials!

As long as it was handled correctly, he could completely achieve "sustaining war through war," and even turn those high and mighty God Races into hidden items in his blind boxes!

"Restocking..."

Lin Fan muttered to himself, an unprecedented flame of greed burning in his golden pupils.

This perspective had suddenly widened.

"Old Ye, wouldn't it have been simpler if you'd said so earlier?"

Lin Fan slapped his thigh, a Shrewd Merchant's trademark smile appearing on his face.

"I'll take this job!"

"However, we need to agree on something first."

"I'm going to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield to do business; I want seventy percent of the profits."

"Moreover, the military must provide me with the best security and logistical support."

"Deal."

General Ye Canglan agreed incredibly readily, as if he had long expected Lin Fan to say this.

"Additionally, there's one more thing."

General Ye Canglan picked up a red-headed document from the table and handed it to Lin Fan.

"The special training at Tianjiao Camp has ended; tomorrow is the graduation ceremony."

"This is the military's latest appointment for you."

Lin Fan took the document, scanned it, and his pupils instantly dilated.

[Letter of Appointment]

[Comrade Lin Fan is hereby appointed as a Specially Engaged Logistics Strategy Consultant for the Military Department.]

[Rank: No fixed position.]

[Benefits: Enjoy the allowance and authority of a Major General.]

[Task: Proceed to Kyoto starting today to assist in the establishment of the 'New Martial Arts Special Strategy Department' and take full responsibility for the resource allocation and personnel selection of that department.]

"Major General benefits?"

Lin Fan was somewhat surprised.

Although it was just benefits without actual power, this was definitely unprecedented in the history of the Dragon Country.

An eighteen-year-old freshman enjoying the treatment of a general?

If this got out, it would probably infuriate those old colonels who had spent their whole lives earning their seniority.

"Don't get happy too early."

General Ye Canglan poured cold water on him.

"This 'New Martial Arts Special Strategy Department' currently only has you as a lone commander."

"You recruit the people yourself."

"You earn the money yourself."

"You seize the territory yourself."

"The Military Department only provides you with a title and policy support."

"To put it bluntly, it's to let you go into that melting pot of Kyoto, stir the waters, and establish a new order of your own."

"Whether you can gain a foothold depends entirely on your own ability."

Lin Fan closed the document, the corner of his mouth curving into a confident arc.

"A lone commander?"

"Hehe, as long as the hoe is swung well, no wall is safe from being undermined."

"Just you watch."

"Within three months, I'll make those big shots in Kyoto understand what the blind box era means."

...

The next day, early morning.

On the training ground of Tianjiao Camp, a fine drizzle fell.

A hundred students lined up neatly; after three months of hellish training and the baptism of life and death, the childishness on their faces had long since faded, replaced by determination and a murderous aura.

Lei Zhan stood on the high platform, his gaze scanning this group of young warriors like a torch.

"Listen up!"

"Today, you graduate."

"Three months ago, you were geniuses from various places, flowers in a greenhouse."

"Now, you are warriors, the sharp swords of the Dragon Country."

"I won't say much more nonsense; I'll read out the assignment orders!"

"Qin Feng!"

"Present!"

Qin Feng stepped forward, his voice booming, the aura of thunder faintly surging within him, clearly having stabilized his Grandmaster Realm.

"Assigned to the Northern War Zone, Thunder Special Forces Brigade, as Assault Captain!"

"Yes!"

"Zhao Ji!"

"Present!"

"Assigned to the Western War Zone, Gale Reconnaissance Company..."

As name after name was called, the students' faces showed excitement and reluctance.

Most people were assigned to the front-line units of various war zones to face the most brutal slaughter.

This was the fate of a genius, and also their glory.

"Lin Fan!"

When Lei Zhan read this name, the entire field instantly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the youth standing at the very front of the line.

Everyone was curious: where would this monster go—the one who had repeatedly created miracles and even caused an earth-shattering "blind box killing formation" last night?

Would he go to the most elite Dragon Fang Special Forces?

Or directly enter the Central Guard Regiment?

Lei Zhan paused, looking at Lin Fan, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"Lin Fan, Specially Engaged Consultant for the Military Department, enjoying Major General benefits."

"Starting today, proceed to Kyoto."

"Additionally, commissioned by the Ministry of Education, Kyoto University has hired Lin Fan as an Honorary Professor, responsible for opening the 'New Martial Arts Resource Application' course."

Boom!

The whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone's eyes widened, doubting if something was wrong with their ears.

Major General benefits?

Kyoto University Professor?

Was this going to be a soldier, or going to be a big shot?

Everyone was a classmate; how did you become our superior and teacher as soon as you graduated?

Qin Feng's mouth was wide open, his jaw almost hitting the ground.

"Brother Fan, you've become a professor just like that?"

"Then when I see you in the future, should I call you Chief or Teacher?"

Lin Fan turned around, straightened his collar, and wore a punchable "I'm being very low-key" expression.

"What you call me isn't important."

"What's important is that if you want to open a blind box in the future, remember to make an appointment first."

"As a professor, I'm very busy."

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the crowd.

Although shocked, no one was resentful.

Because they all knew that Lin Fan's strength and contributions were worthy of this honor.

After the ceremony ended, the rain gradually stopped.

Everyone began to say their goodbyes.

Qin Feng carried his luggage and walked up to Lin Fan, his eyes slightly red.

"Brother Fan, I won't be going to Kyoto to see you off."

"The Thunder Brigade is in a hurry; I have to leave tonight."

"Go ahead."

Lin Fan patted Qin Feng's shoulder and handed him an exquisite small box.

"This is a parting gift for you."

"Inside are ten life-saving blind boxes; only open them if you encounter a certain-death situation."

"Remember, don't embarrass me when you get to the unit."

"If you can't make it there, come to Kyoto and find me; the door of the Blind Box Society will always be open for you."

Qin Feng nodded heavily, took the box, and tucked it carefully into his chest.

"Brother Fan, don't worry."

"The next time I see you, I will definitely be able to stand on my own and no longer just be your follower."

"I'm off!"

Qin Feng didn't look back as he strode onto the transport plane bound for the Northern War Zone.

Watching his brother's receding back, Lin Fan sighed softly.

A young eagle must eventually fly on its own.

"President, we should also get going."

Zhao Ji and the others also gathered around; most of them had also been assigned to different units, with only a few who had family connections going to Kyoto to take up posts.

"Everyone, disperse."

"No matter where you are, don't forget the purpose of our Blind Box Society."

"Take life and death lightly; if you're not satisfied, just fight."

"If someone bullies you, report my name."

"If reporting my name still doesn't work..."

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, revealing a row of snowy white teeth.

"Then send me a signal."

"I'll go help you turn him into a blind box."

"Yes! President!"

Everyone roared in unison, the sound echoing through the clouds.

After seeing everyone off, Lin Fan stood alone on the empty training ground.

A black Hongqi sedan slowly stopped beside him.

The window rolled down, revealing an unfamiliar driver's face.

"Consultant Lin, the car is ready."

"Are we going directly to the airport?"

Lin Fan pulled open the car door and sat inside, his gaze looking toward the direction of Jianghai City.

"No."

Lin Fan leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.

"Go back to Jianghai first."

"I need to pick someone up."

"Then we'll enter Kyoto..."