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Chapter 10: Hell's Week III- The Miracle Moment
Author: Dhadha
last update2025-09-02 12:20:42

Day three of Hell Week arrived with the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the skull. The twins had managed roughly eight hours of sleep total over the past two days, their bodies running on adrenaline, spite, and whatever nutrients they could absorb during the brief meal breaks Agent Reyes grudgingly allowed.

The dormitory looked like a medical triage unit. Miguel sported a black eye from yesterday's combat training. Carmen was wrapped in ice packs for muscle strains that would have hospitalized normal people. Three recruits had already washed out two from injuries, one from what the medical staff diplomatically called "stress-induced psychological break."

"How are we still alive?" Denmar muttered, trying to work feeling back into his hands. The shock-baton training had left his nervous system convinced that electricity was a natural part of human existence.

"Spite," Marden replied, methodically stretching muscles that felt like they'd been beaten with hammers. "Pure, concentrated spit
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