How many years have it been?

After leaving that cold island, it has been so many years...

My name is, um, by the way, what's my name?

Sorry, it's been too long since anyone called me with this name, so, can you give me some time and let me think about what I'm called?

"Hey you! Come up quickly!"

In the cold canteen, there were people in front of the windows, from the place where you were cooking, all the way to the gate, and into the cold yard with snow. He lined up for a long time and finally arrived.

"Ah, come right away, sorry, I'm here, come!"

"Click!"

The frozen black bread fell on the empty plate. This stone, no, is a bread that is harder than the stone, is the food for the boy today. But it is enough. In such a war era, what else can I feel dissatisfied with having a meal? There are not only many people outside, and I can’t even have a meal a day.

“Huhu”

Living in a cell-like room, put the snow stained on the iron window into the iron fist to melt it, and then dip it in hard bread. The water is not hot and a little dirty, but at least it can make the bread softer and not choke to death.

It's very cold here, but people wear very little because there is not so much clothing for people to wear, just like there is not so much food for people to eat.

"Forehead..."

I used my mouth to soften the noodles and swallowed them forcibly. Every time I ate this food, it was like walking in the gate of hell, because no one knew whether I would be choked to death after my next bite.

He raised his head and looked at the only light source in the room, the small iron window.

The boy doesn't know where he comes from or who his parents are. Maybe, neither of them. As a poor man, having an identity is a luxury. Yes, luxury is the most important thing for him. The precious treasure is neither money nor powerful force, but a name, a name that belongs to him.

Looking at the iron window, looking at the little bit of pale sky outside the window.

It must be very cold outside, right?

but.

I really want to go outside.

Really, I really want to go outside...

This is what I looked like when I was young, and where I grew up, a cold, sad relief camp, but in fact, it was not a good place.

At that time, I didn't know anything, but I longed for the future more than anyone else, what would happen tomorrow, and what kind of life would be like in the next moment, even if I faced a cold iron gate every day, even if I spent most of the day curled up in the corner of the cell for most of the day, because everyone here knew that it would be fine to fall asleep. When I fell asleep, I wouldn't be hungry, and when I fell asleep, I wouldn't feel cold.

My only world is the lonely iron window and the opportunity to leave the cell every day.

But even so, I still live optimistically, believing that tomorrow will definitely be better than today and now, and I have always believed so...

However...

"ah!!!"

"Miracle, it's simply a miracle!" In the closed laboratory, a group of people wearing scientific research clothes were surrounding a tied boy. The boy was lying on the bed, but the blood dyed the entire bed red. He wailed and roared, and the heart-wrenching screams of pain not only did not let the group retreat, but instead started to communicate even more fanatically.

"He can succeed, and he will definitely succeed if he hasn't died yet!"

"Ah, I know, hurry up, take the knife over!"

"Seal his head and let's look at his brain!"

"Ah! Ahhh!"

"It's so noisy, hey, who, by the way, what about anesthetics? Who forgot to take anesthetics? No wonder it's so noisy since the beginning!"

"Assisted anesthesia? What a joke, this dose is enough to support 10 black bread. If you give this group of people anesthesia, are you crazy?!"

"At worst, you can save your old share and starve to death. Soon, if you don't fight..."

"Uh, dead?"

Yes, dead.

"Oh, another one died, tsk!"

Yes, another one died.

"Today's progress is good. I'll find another one tomorrow. Yes, it's about the same size as today's."

This place is not just a relief camp. It is a research institute, a special research institute. They are experimenting with living people. No one knows what these people are studying. The only thing they know is that people will disappear inexplicably every day. And I did not escape and were selected by those lunatics.

"ah!!!"

Without anesthesia, I was directly in your body when you were awake. I didn’t know how I survived, I only knew that I didn’t want to die... In the end, I survived, the first person to come back from that place, a successful experiment. Since then, I don’t know how many experiments I conducted and how many times I was tortured inhumanely.

From seven to ten years old, those three years were the most painful and fulfilling years I have experienced.

They instilled me a lot of knowledge, from navigation, strategy, to militarization, and most importantly brainwashing, how to be a soldier, how to execute orders like a soldier, obey the arrangements of superiors, when to move forward, and when to move forward. In the dictionary they gave me, there is no concept of retreat, and I just need to keep moving forward.

And at that time, they asked me to command a fleet, and they said it was a simulation, just a simulation.

Then, I won, and won the other side with a fleet that was far inferior to the opponent. Whether in terms of quality or warship arming, I was far superior to our fleet.

"marvelous!"

"It's successful, we succeed!"

"With him here, we will not lose, we will never lose again!"

The recipients absolutely obey the concept of me, and I don’t know or understand why a victory in a simulation exercise can make these people happy like this, but for me, this is enough because I can make them happy and make them happy: Is this value, my value?

Is it valuable, too?

As long as it has value, I can continue to live, and when the value reaches a certain level, I will no longer be ignored. Maybe, maybe at that time, they may give me a name.

Name, that's a name.

Do I have a name too? There must be one, they will give it to me, right?

"From today, you will be our secret weapon!"

Secret weapon?

Then, even if there is no name, the code name should be there?

The code name is good, even the code name is OK!

However, there is no such thing. For them, I don’t need that kind of thing. Weapons are weapons, no names, because people will be independent and selfish when they have names. People without names are more likely to be controlled by them. Since then, my job is to help them command and command this simulation game. Without exception, they must confront their own powerful enemies.

Then, every time they defeat the opponent and win, they will cheer, show excitement, and even crazy smiles. But, what is I fighting against, who is the enemy, who is the enemy I am fighting against?

Just like I don’t know the other person, the other person doesn’t know my existence.

But the enemy knew me very well. They knew that there was an unknown commander who commanded the ship girl and fleet in this place, and then let them return to the enemy of this place again and again. He had a very terrible tactical command ability. However, it was strange that he had never shown his strategic ability so far, just like, it was like this commander who was locked in a completely closed room, and he only showed him the current battle, or even a naval battle.

He did not give him the current world situation so that he had no chance to defend strategically, but was passive, fighting one game, counting one game.

Based on this key point, the enemy carried out a strategic encirclement and, without the opportunity to obtain information, directly attacked the island and then destroyed everything here.

Many people died in that war, but I survived. Isn’t it ironic that I survived because the closed room offset most of the firepower, which prevented me from dying under the enemy’s shelling. At that time, I thought of committing suicide. As a soldier, when his country and territory were erased, he should be buried with him. Moreover, all those who knew me died.

For me without a name, if I don’t even know me and know me, then what is the meaning of living? What is the meaning of my existence?

"There are people over there, hurry up, drive the boat over!"

"It's too slow!" Suddenly, a figure jumped down from the cruise ship. She was a ship girl: "Child? Are you okay, kid?"

I was rescued by the enemy's ship girl.

"My name is Ark Royal," the girl placed the plate of food in front of the boy in the room on the cruise ship: "Are you a resident of the island?"

Looking at the girl and the food on the tray, the boy choked up, but the years of military education made him afraid and not go to get it. Even if he was hungry, he had never even seen these foods. Obviously, the Royal Ark also saw this, and she smiled gently and said, "It's okay, the food here is prepared for you."

"Yes, eat?"

"Yeah, you can eat it!"

Looking at the eyes of the Royal Ark, the next moment, the boy quickly grabbed the soft and clean bread and stuffed it into his mouth desperately. The taste of the bread was the best thing he had ever eaten in his life. It was very gentle. He had never lived in such a warm room. There was also Royal Ark. She was very gentle and very kind to the boy, just like her sister...

"Okay, eat slowly, don't choke, no one robs you," said the Royal Ark, stroked the boy's head with his hand and asked, "By the way, I don't know what your name is yet, can you tell me?"

A child is only ten years old, and even the Royal Ark will not have any extra thoughts. Such a child will know how much the island is. As for whether he is the key figure on the island, are you kidding her? How could a ten-year-old child be someone on the island? What's more, even if he is, look at his clothes and his attitude towards the environment. Such a person, the Royal Ark has seen in the Indian Ocean before, is a slave.

This child, most likely, is a slave...

"I," the boy's eyes dimmed, as if at this moment, even the delicious bread had lost its appeal: "No name."

really.

Royal Ark was also helpless. She was just a ship girl. To be honest, she was actually like a boy and had no name of her. Royal Ark was the name of a warship, not her name. In this regard, they were actually very similar. However, looking at the boy's lost expression, Royal Ark suddenly thought of something, and she asked: "Do you want a name?"

Want a name?

"Yes, I want it!" The boy suddenly grabbed the Royal Ark's hand excitedly: "It's okay, I want a name, can you give me a name?"

"I, can't, but someone can!" Royal Ark looked at the boy solemnly and said, "But, this may make you spend your whole life."

"I do, even if I let me die, I do!"

Even if I die, I am willing to...

Is it this child? No name? That's right, let him go!

Yes, Admiral.

More than twenty days later, standing on the port of Naval Academy Island, I took the admission notice and became a naval soldier, Telvakovsky. This is my name, but this is not just my name. He is also the owner of this admission notice, the biological son of the admiral to the Royal Ark, and the name of a boy as old as me at that time.

Yes, I am a substitute, a son who replaces the admiral, went to the academy for training, received assessments, and finally got through all the difficulties, took the diploma and the admiral certificate back to the real owner of the name, the substitute.

"Work hard, remember to eat on time, don't be too tired, take your time, winter is coming, wear more clothes, and..." Royal Ark kept reminding him to care about this boy who was like himself, who longed for existence and recognition, but she felt guilty because she did this to the boy: "Also, I'm sorry."

"Don't say sorry, Sister Royal Ark!"

Yes, needless to say sorry, because at that time, I was really happy: "I have a name, I have a name!"

Even if this is just a false name, someone else's name can only have a name that lasts less than six or seven years, but for me at that time, it was more precious than anything else. It was so happy and exciting: "My name is Terva, from today on, I will be Terva!" It is no longer the person, no longer a weapon with only value but no name. My name is Tervakovsky, a naval recruit who came here to learn, a naval recruit, a human being who can stay in everyone's memory! To be continued.

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Chapter completed!