บท 3: Chapter 3

"Brother Ronan, are you going to join the Survey Corps too?"

Eren, who had been silent all the way, suddenly asked.

Ronan smiled calmly:"Yes, I will participate in the conscription meeting at the beginning of next year and join the Survey Corps after graduation."

""Damn it, why am I only nine years old? If I were thirteen, I could join the Survey Corps with Brother Ronan!" Eren was very annoyed.

Seeing this, Ronan patted him on the shoulder:"Appreciate your peaceful life now, I'll be waiting for you in the Survey Corps~"

Then he turned to the direction of his house in his memory.

Looking at Ronan's back, Eren bit his lip and said loudly:"Brother Ronan, wait for me, I will definitely join the Survey Corps!"

Without turning around and waving his hand behind him, Ronan walked quickly towards his home, thinking about the training before joining the training corps.

Now that he has not experienced the fear of giants breaking through the wall and massacring civilians, the training corps recruits very few new soldiers every year. In the city walls with fixed land and increasing population, enlisting and becoming a member of the corps is undoubtedly a stable job.

Especially for those who want to live in the inland areas closer to the royal government, with richer material and more harmonious public security, being a soldier is very attractive.

At worst, becoming a member of the garrison corps, playing cards and drinking every day, bragging and farting, eating and waiting to die, is also very tempting.

This leads to a large number of applicants for conscription, and the competitive pressure is very high.

It is now October, and there are only more than three months left until the conscription meeting in early February next year. There is not much time left for him to improve.

After returning home, Ronan immediately began to test his gold finger

"1...2...3...twenty one...twenty two...31...32!"

After doing the 32nd push-up, Ronan's arms felt sore and he could barely exert any strength. He could no longer stand up and fell to the ground. His arms twitched slightly, and he had reached his limit. Then, an exciting system voice rang in his ears:

"Ding, the host has done push-ups to the limit, upper limb strength +1!"

The arms that were originally too sore to exert strength suddenly felt a cool breeze, and Ronan felt that he could do another 20 push-ups.

He immediately took action again.

He did the 17th in one breath, but once again reached the limit and lay on the ground, unable to get up.

However, this time, the system did not sound.

This made Ronan very confused:"Why is there no increase? It has obviously reached the limit again. Can it be that it can only be improved once a day? No, running just now obviously increased endurance. Is it an exercise that can only be improved once?"

Thinking of this, Ronan didn't care about the soreness in his arms, got up and walked into the hall, squatted down, and did frog jumps around the dining table.

Five minutes later...

With a wail, Ronan completely turned into a powerless salted fish. Not only were his arms sore, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't exert any strength at all. However, he didn't have the energy to care about these things.

After waiting anxiously for three very long seconds, the nostalgic system sound finally rang in his ears:

"Ding, the host has done the frog jump to the limit, lower body strength +1!"

At this moment, the emotionless electronic sound fell into the ears but was so intimate, so joyful, and so exciting!

Ronan came back to life instantly and breathed a sigh of relief:"It seems that the same method can only increase it once...I just wonder if it will be refreshed tomorrow?"

It was October, and the ground was already quite cold. Ronan stood up, feeling his legs full of strength, and nodded with satisfaction. However, he suddenly felt hungry, so he went to the kitchen and prepared food.

The property left by his parents was not much, and the relief money could only guarantee basic living needs, so Ronan had always been in a state of being short of money.

The food was naturally not too rich, only ordinary bread and cheap potatoes.

A full meal, all the remaining food in the house was eaten up.

Looking at the empty plate that was full of food just now, Ronan burped, patted his flat stomach, and was a little worried:

"What can I do if I eat so much?"

Taking out his wallet and looking at his meager wealth, Ronan was a little helpless:"A penny can make a hero fall, it seems I have to find a job....It's better to be able to eat...Well, as long as I can eat enough, that's fine."

Combined with the characteristics of his own golden finger, many professions flashed through his mind. Combined with the current situation of the Shiganshina District in his mind, he finally decided on his first profession in this world....

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