Deity Simulator

After leading the City Guard through their morning exercises, Boto wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

The soldiers, gasping for breath, slumped to the ground, each grabbing a sheepskin bag to gulp down water.

"Don't drink so much at once! Small sips!"

Boto brandished his wooden sword, smacking the young men: "How many times must I say it! Drinking too much water too quickly after intense training can cause stomach pain and dizziness. Rest a while before you touch water again!"

"Anyone I catch doing otherwise will run twenty laps around the city."

The soldiers grimaced and hurriedly set down their water bags.

They muttered under their breath: "Commander's so strict... trains us like we're donkeys."

"Yeah, he needs to find a wife, might improve his temper."

"True, a man without a woman is always hot-headed."

Boto glared at them: "What's all the mumbling! This is training, training is the battlefield! Shut your mouths!"

The soldiers fell silent immediately.

"Alright, next is archery practice."

Boto, with hands clasped behind his back, said: "In real combat, the enemy won't give you a chance to catch your breath and regroup. You must learn to draw and shoot while exhausted and weak."

"With the aid of magic potions, as long as the arrow pierces the enemy's flesh, it will quickly paralyze them, greatly reducing the difficulty for you. Be grateful for the inventions and research of those before you; it will save you from shedding blood."

"Simulating real battlefield conditions, that's effective practice."

Despite their complaints, the young men quickly picked up their bows and began aiming at the targets.

Though the commander was harsh and had a sharp tongue, his teachings were useful, and he participated in the training himself, never seeking special treatment. Several times during patrols, it was his command and their regular training that allowed them to swiftly subdue criminals and Extraordinary Beings.

Moreover, the commander had risen from a common soldier to squad leader, to deputy commander, and then succeeded the old commander. For ten consecutive years, he had been commended by the Salt City Civic Council.

Sanilo had offered him generous incentives multiple times, wanting to poach him as a commander to relieve Commander Alex. The position there offered higher pay, better equipment, and even command over the Merman Legion—an offer hard for any soldier to resist.

Yet he stayed in Salt City.

Such loyalty and perseverance inspired the young men, who respected and admired him from the bottom of their hearts.

Boto was about to start their foot combat training when a tall man on horseback approached.

"Boto."