Codename Prometheus

The American Western Military Academy was one of the most prestigious institutions in the nation, dedicated to training the next generation of strategic thinkers, combat specialists, and military engineers. For over a century, it had produced officers, intelligence experts, and defense innovators who shaped military doctrine and national security. More than just a place of discipline and combat training, the academy was a hub of cutting-edge military technology, pushing the boundaries of modern warfare.

Unlike traditional academies that focused solely on either physical endurance or theoretical expertise, the Western Military Academy demanded both. Cadets had to master both intellectual agility and operational skills, preparing them for the complexities of modern conflict. This unique approach fostered some of the brightest military scientists and engineers, individuals who revolutionized defense technology.

Elias was different. Exceptionally different. As a reincarnated individual from the future, he possessed the Prometheus System—an ability that granted him unparalleled cognitive abilities. He couldn't recall exactly when it became part of him, but it had always been there, enhancing his mind beyond human limits. With an innate understanding of complex subjects and knowledge of future technology, he had dominated academics since childhood. When university entrance exams came, he achieved a perfect score, securing a place in any institution he desired.

Yet, Bruce didn't choose an elite academic university. Instead, he enrolled in the best military academy in America. His choice wasn't about power or prestige—it was about duty. The Prometheus System wasn't something he saw as a gift for personal gain. It was a tool, one he intended to use for the greater good, even if that meant war.

On the first day of the semester, the new cadets stood in formation on the training grounds. The early morning sun cast long shadows over the field, their freshly pressed uniforms crisp against the cool breeze. There was tension in the air—anticipation, uncertainty. The scent of dew mixed with the lingering smell of gunpowder from the nearby weapons range, a reminder of what awaited them.

Overseeing the recruits was Instructor William "Billy" Graves, a seasoned tactician with over two decades of military experience. His battle-hardened face, marked by scars, was a silent testament to the countless conflicts he had survived. He scanned the cadets with sharp eyes, gauging not just their potential, but their resilience.

"You were not chosen for your potential alone," Graves began, his voice steady and commanding. "You were chosen because you have the ability to evolve into strategic assets. This academy is not a school of theory—it is a crucible. A place where intellect and discipline must merge. You will be tested. You will be pushed beyond your limits. Only those who embrace this reality will endure."

A few cadets subtly straightened their posture, sensing the weight of his words.

"I've seen many who believed intelligence alone would make them great soldiers." Graves' gaze hardened. "They were wrong. Intelligence without discipline is useless. Complacency has no place here. If you are not prepared to make sacrifices, reconsider your decision now."

Silence followed. No one moved. No one spoke.

Graves let the moment settle before delivering his final words. "Welcome to Hell."

With that, cadets were assigned to their training regimens. Physical endurance tests, tactical simulations, and weapons proficiency drills dominated their schedules. A select few, however, were directed towards specialized research sectors—an indication of their potential in military innovation.

Among them was Elias. Unlike the others, he did not seek recognition. He preferred observation to ostentation, careful not to draw unnecessary attention. But his abilities were impossible to ignore. His evaluation scores weren't just exceptional—they were unprecedented. His grasp of physics, engineering, and logistics surpassed even seasoned professionals, raising questions among the academy's leadership.

That evening, as the day's training concluded, Elias was approached by a senior officer.

"Cadet Elias," the officer said, his voice neutral but firm. "Come with me."

Elias had anticipated this. He had known from the start that his abilities would attract scrutiny.

The officer led him through a series of secure corridors before arriving at a briefing room. Inside, seated with an air of quiet authority, was Instructor Graves. Unlike before, his presence was not one of intimidation, but of analysis.

"Sit," Graves instructed.

Elias complied, keeping his expression neutral.

Graves wasted no time. "Your evaluation scores are… unusual." His tone was measured. "Your understanding of advanced military engineering is far beyond what should be possible at your level. That requires an explanation."

Elias remained calm. "Sir?"

Graves leaned forward slightly. "No one develops such knowledge in isolation. Your skills suggest access to classified-level expertise. The question isn't what you know—it's how you know it."

Elias paused, choosing his words carefully. "Sir, I've developed theoretical frameworks for electromagnetic propulsion systems all on my own. With the proper resources, I believe I can construct a fully functional electromagnetic rifle, that's the amount of knowledge I gained from the Internet and I refined it with my own understanding."

Graves studied him for a long moment. "That's a bold claim," he said finally. "And bold claims require proof."

Elias gave a small nod. "Understood, sir."

Graves exhaled, his decision made. "Tomorrow, you'll be escorted to a secured research facility. There, your assertions will be tested. If you succeed, your role in this academy will change significantly, but be warned, we don't take jokes lightly here." His eyes locked onto Elias. "Until then, this remains classified. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

As Elias left the room, he knew this was only the beginning. He had no interest in personal glory. His knowledge was meant for something greater. A shift in military technology was on the horizon—and he would be the one to set it in motion and pull the strings behind the scenes.

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