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Russell couldn't reveal that he possessed a system under any circumstances, so he chose to remain silent.

“Of course, I didn’t call you here today to talk about these useless things. Your constitution is quite unique. I have a plan. Would you like to hear it?” Van Grey said seriously.

Russell wanted to ask, "Can I refuse?" Of course, he didn't dare to say it, so he only said, "Sir, please tell me!"

"I have told Lord Sigismund the truth about your situation. He is also very interested in you, but he wants me to talk to you first. If you are unwilling, I will not force you, but I will feel sorry for you!"

“My lord, just say the word and I’m willing!” Russell felt that even if Sigismund wanted his life, he had no reason to object.

"Lord Sigismund thinks your physique is extremely rare, and he would like to personally train you for a period of time to make you stronger using your special physique. What do you think?"

This time it was Russell's turn to be surprised. He could hardly believe his ears. This was truly a stroke of good luck that couldn't be stopped. Sigismund actually wanted to take him as a disciple. For an ordinary member of the Star Guardian to receive instruction from Sigismund was truly a miracle from the Emperor.

“I think this is wonderful!” Russell laughed, he was truly happy now.

Van Grey nodded and said, "Since you are willing, I will have someone take you to see Lord Sigismund."

Walking on the deck of the Eternal Holy Warrior, Russell's expression was very serious, which was understandable, as everything here made people unconsciously serious.

"Who are you looking for!" A Black Templar stopped Russell and the Silver Knights Space Marines.

"Lord Sigismund sent us. This is Russell from the Star Guard."

Sigismund has already explained it to them.

The Black Templar said, "You can go back now. Russell, come in with me!"

Russell nodded and followed the Black Templars into Sigismund's arena.

Sigismund was practicing his swordsmanship, something he did every day. Eight Black Templars, wielding greatswords, attacked Sigismund from different directions, all of them using their full strength and holding nothing back.

In contrast, Sigismund, without wearing power armor and blindfolded, effortlessly fended off the Black Templar's attacks.

"Push harder, haven't you eaten?" Sigismund said while parrying their attacks.

The Black Templars roared and launched a full-scale attack.

The battle lasted for two hours, and Russell stood there for two hours.

Sigismund sheathed his black sword, and the Black Templars bowed to him and left.

"Sir, this is Russell!"

Sigismund placed the black sword on the sword rack, then turned to look at Russell and said: You are Russell.

Russell nodded quickly and said, "Yes, sir, my name is Russell!"

Sigismund waved his hand and the Black Templar left.

“Come here!” Sigismund said.

Russell quickly went to Sigismund's side.

Sigismund looked Russell over carefully and then nodded, saying, "It seems that what Van Grey said was true. Your body really can mutate. Have you experienced any discomfort after your body mutates?"

Russell shook his head and said: "I feel no discomfort at all!"

"Van Grey told you, didn't he? I'm very interested in you, but I don't know if you're as he described you?"

"My body has indeed changed this time, but whether it will change again in the future is hard to say!"

"Let's wait and see. From now on, you'll be following me!"

"But I served in the Cardia Commando Regiment..."

Sigismund interrupted him, saying, "The past is the past. From now on, you just need to follow me."

Russell dared not speak and could only nod.

“Since you’ve chosen to follow me, the battles ahead will be far more intense than those fought by ordinary Astral Army soldiers. So your current equipment won’t cut it. You’ll need a smaller power armor suit, a bomb pistol, and a small power axe!”

These are things that the Star Guardians can only dream of, but in front of important figures, they are just a matter of a word.

"Thank you, sir!"

"You can continue to use your old weapons."

…………

It all felt like a magical dream; the good fortune came so suddenly.

From then on, Russell lived on the Black Temple's flagship, the Eternal Holy Warrior. Lying on his bed, he smiled and began to fantasize that with the help of the great Sigismund, he would soon become incredibly powerful.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Sigismund did not contact him again. During these two weeks, Russell did nothing but eat and sleep, feeling increasingly distressed and impatient. He cursed all the Space Marines of the Black Templar in his mind, including Sigismund, and then his father, Rogge, and Dorn.

"Everyone says Rogdorn is a stubborn bastard, and it seems his sons are too. Why did they send me here but then refuse to see me?" Russell muttered to himself.

A month passed quickly, and Russell finally couldn't resist opening the door to his room and going out.

"Stand still!" A Black Templar came to Russell's side.

"My lord, I want to get out and clear my head; it's so stuffy in the room!" Russell pleaded.

The Black Templar shook his head and said, "My lord said you need to stay alone in your room for a year. Now is not the time to go out!"

"What, you're going to be alone for a year?" Russell exclaimed in surprise.

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“Then what’s the difference between me and being in jail? I want to leave here!” Russell said, mustering his courage.

The Black Templar shook his head and said, "Obey orders and go back to your room, or I'll throw you in."

Russell dared not argue and said: Okay.

When Russell returned to his room, he could no longer laugh; this time, everything in the room filled him with hatred.

Time continued to pass day by day, and Russell began to learn to daydream, only to find that daydreaming could not alleviate his loneliness.

Unconsciously, Russell picked up his weapon and swung it twice, drinking blood.

Since I cannot fight the enemy in person, I can fight the enemy in my imagination.

He first hypothesized an enemy of similar strength to himself—the Astral Army.

Then he began wielding the Blood Drinker to fight imaginary enemies.

Soon, fighting imaginary enemies became Russell's greatest pleasure.

What Russell didn't know was that this was exactly what Sigismund had to do; a true warrior must be able to endure loneliness that ordinary people cannot.

Enduring loneliness while learning to fight against an imaginary enemy in one's mind—that's called "fighting spirit!"

As time went on, Russell actually grew to like it more and more. He kept fighting against his imaginary enemies, sometimes losing himself, sometimes losing his imaginary enemies.