Chapter 32: Super Soliders
The situation in Louisiana was a tricky one, which could easily spiral out of control.
With the students of the Louisiana State Limitless Academy and a few professional Limitless who entered the rift dead, the state lacked the manpower to protect itself from the invasion that was bound to happen.
Governor Ronald Brown had issued an SOS distress call, but the problem was most professional Limitless in neighboring states were either on duty, in a rift raid, injured, or just not available—pushing the state into a desperate situation.
Begrudgingly, I agreed to join this task, mostly because Pamela wouldn’t leave me alone. Also, she promised a whopping 1,000 contribution points as a reward, whether we succeed or fail.
While it may not sound like much, it was one-tenth of what was needed to become a professional Limitless.
The academy worked in a fairly simple way. There were three floors in the student accommodations. The first floor was for new students like me, and even older students who had low contribution points.
To reach the next floor, one needed five thousand contribution points. It offered better training facilities, food, luxury, and many other perks.
Likewise, the final floor required a student to accumulate seven thousand points. This was proof you were an elite—a pro amongst nobs.
And then, the ten thousand contribution point threshold was the price for graduation. Once a student became a full-fledged Limitless, they were automatically awarded a mansion, with a salary of a million dollars monthly, and many more perks and benefits that would make powerless humans die of envy.
And all these benefits were just for the lowest rating-level Limitless. Just imagine the benefits higher-ranking Limitless like Pamela and Viktor enjoyed.
However, this was extremely hard to achieve. Statistically, only five in fifty students made it to graduation. The rest died trying to climb the ladder.