Died for a Million Times: I can Copy Infinite SSS Talents!-Chapter 81 --The Mountain Above Me

"All right, enough with the pointless talk. Back to Link—do you know why I said I’m no match for him?"

"Why?"

Rawfill raised his hand and slowly made a V-sign.

"Because Link’s esper level... has already reached T2!"

"W-What?! T2?!"

The chubby young man took two steps back in shock at Rawfill’s words.

"Rawfill bro, you’ve gotta be kidding me! He’s still in the camp—he’s just a student! How could he already be T2?"

"I’ve been in the army for almost a year, and I only just reached T2 recently!"

Rawfill nodded solemnly. "I never joke about things like this. And it’s not just that—based on my observation, he’s probably been at T2 for a while now."

"What makes you say that?"

"You can tell from the way he moves."

Rawfill’s tone turned cold. "During the commendation ceremony with General Nate earlier, he looked relaxed on the surface—but his back was straight, and his legs were constantly engaged. Do you know what he was doing?"

"Uh... standing at attention?"

"Bullshit!"

Rawfill gave the chubby boy a light slap on the forehead and said seriously, "He was being vigilant—vigilant toward everyone besides General Nate! Even though Adamu had been exposed, Link still wasn’t letting his guard down. He suspects there are still hidden traitors in the Northern Front—sympathizers with the moonfolk who haven’t acted only because the highest-ranking one got caught. Now they’re just lying low."

"And what better time to act than during the commendation ceremony? It’s one of the rare occasions when everyone in the Northern Front gathers together. Just imagine—what if someone tossed a bomb into the crowd? Or worse, used a special talent to signal the moonfolk to attack? Can you even begin to picture the consequences?"

As Rawfill finished, the chubby young man was already drenched in cold sweat, his body visibly trembling.

Still, he couldn’t quite believe it and asked, "Are you saying... that a high schooler who hasn’t even gone to university yet thinks deeper than us seasoned soldiers?"

Rawfill didn’t answer—he simply nodded.

To develop that kind of heightened vigilance, Rawfill had spent years crawling through battlefields, yet he still sometimes let his guard down.

After all, how could he look at the comrades he had formed life-bound pacts with and treat them as potential threats? It was against human nature.

But Link could do it.

Just from that fact alone, Rawfill admitted to himself—Link was stronger than him.

Seeing Rawfill staring silently in the direction Link had left, the chubby boy suggested, "How about this, Rawfill bro—I’ll try to get close to Link, act all friendly, and invite you over under the guise of offering him some guidance. Then you two can spar. That way, we’ll see who’s really stronger!"

"No way."

Rawfill immediately shot down the idea.

"Were you even listening to anything I just said? Link is suspicious of everyone, and that includes you!"

"If you just waltz up to him all eager and try to ’make friends,’ he’ll probably report you as a potential traitor. I know you’re not a spy, but once the system kicks into gear and the investigation starts, it’s going to waste a ton of time. And what about your daily training? You planning to skip that too?"

"Uh... yeah, that would be kind of troublesome."

After being scolded by Rawfill, the chubby guy didn’t know how to respond.

A moment later, Rawfill let out a sigh. "Speaking of training... have you done your physical training for today?"

The chubby youth’s shoulders immediately slumped. He pleaded, "Bro... you’re like a real brother to me. Just let me slack off for one day, please?"

"Absolutely not!"

Rawfill replied sternly, "Mercy to your enemies is cruelty to yourself! If you slack off today, the next time you’re on the battlefield, those moonfolk will catch up to you—and then they’ll kill you."

"Besides, I haven’t done my training either. Let’s go together. Don’t even think about running."

"Noooooo!"

The chubby guy howled like a pig being slaughtered, but Rawfill grabbed him by the collar and dragged him toward the training room without mercy.

At that moment, Link happened to be walking out of the mission hall, holding an A-rank certificate. Naturally, he heard the screech echoing through the air.

Instinctively, he glanced in the direction of the sound—just in time to see Rawfill hauling the protesting boy away.

"Oh hey, isn’t that Rawfill? What a coincidence."

Link’s lips curled into a faint smile.

When he had first arrived at the Northern Front, Rawfill was like a mountain pressing down on him—no matter how hard Link tried, he couldn’t even scratch the man.

But now, everything had reversed.

He had become the mountain pressing down on Rawfill.

"Come to think of it... I’ve been so focused on increasing my Power Value and researching talents these past few days, I’ve been slacking on physical training and real combat practice. Perfect. Maybe I’ll drop by later and ask him for some pointers."

With that thought, Link tucked the A-rank certificate securely into his inner pocket, then turned and made his way to the First Division Command Center.

The guards at the entrance merely gave him a glance before stepping aside in silence.

No surprise there—these days, who in the Northern Front didn’t know about Link, their rising star?

That said, Link still didn’t forget his manners.

He gave the two guards a crisp military salute before stepping through the door.

"You’re here."

Nate, seated at his desk, took a sip of warm red tea.

Link scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Just finished up a few things... Did you want to see me for something, General?"

Though he asked the question, both of them knew the unspoken truth.

They had a silent agreement about the "gift exchange" every time they met. Link’s question was just a polite formality—to give the sly old man a chance to save face and avoid coming up with some ridiculous excuse again.

"Sit down first."

Nate gestured to an empty seat beside him, then slowly set down his teacup.

A moment later, he turned to Link and asked softly, "You’ve reached T2?"

Link nodded. "Yes. T2 now."

"It’s only been... what, ten days since we last saw each other?"

Nate kept a calm expression, but internally, waves of shock surged through him.

Ten days! From late T1 to early T2?! That kind of advancement speed has never been recorded in human history! How in the world did this kid pull it off?!

Link offered a humble smile. "I guess it’s thanks to my mentor’s excellent guidance—and my own hard work, too."

"Hah, don’t give that old geezer too much credit. I know exactly what kind of teacher he is. From where I stand, this is all your own doing. He had nothing to do with it."

Link simply smiled, saying nothing more.

If you say so, then so be it. I won’t argue.

As for how I really got to T2? You can just keep guessing.