The hill was so rugged that there was nothing there, even graves. The weeds growing everywhere came up to my waist, and unnamed thorns and oak trees blocked the way. Blood flew out from the shallow scratches they made. The ground was quite slippery as the snow had melted and frozen again, and a pile of snow covered the ice. It was hard to spot the hidden dangers with my eyes.

Unlike my past, soldiers hadn’t yet dragged the Awakened to the entrance of the dungeon under the government’s order. This place was drastically different from decades ago.

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The government was powerful when I first came to this hill in my past life as the martial law, which seemed to no longer exist, had been further reinforced, and I was the only reserve force who was summoned. The Ministry of National Defense managed me under a stricter regimen than ordinary soldiers since I had survived and returned from the Trial Tests. 

It was the year the Ministry of National Defense treated the Awakened like strategic resources. There was insufficient research on us, and even us Awakened had no idea...