MFS:my familiar system

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KYLE CORVAYN, I AM SERGEANT EVERMORE OF THE SEVENTH BASE ON EARTH.

Kyle looked surprised—yet not entirely. He had been expecting them. He ruffled the letter into his pocket.

At this moment, getting picked up by the military was the least of his worries.

He stood still, hoping they hadn't noticed anything. They ignored the collapsed building as if it were nothing. It was a common occurrence—apartment buildings collapsing due to familiar-related incidents or just random chaos. Since neither Kyle nor his neighbors could do anything about it, he wasn't expecting any comments from the soldiers.

After finding the letter, a notification popped up from the remnants of his belongings.

[Daily Quest Completed. 10 EXP Granted.]

[10/100]

Kyle smiled at the sight. His first step toward changing the world.

It was time to head to military school.

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The mandatory draft

Due to the ongoing war between High Orcs and Humans, every individual was required to attend military school for four years. This ensured that everyone was properly trained and prepared for any conflict. Even though a peace treaty currently existed between the two races, neither side fully trusted the other.

The High Orcs craved power, danger, and dominance. The humans knew this treaty wouldn't last forever.

Every day, tension brewed just beneath the surface. An attack could come at any moment. Every city, every military base was already scavenging for resources, preparing for the inevitable war.

Kyle was picked up by a military bus. As he stepped inside, he raised his head and saw dozens of unfamiliar faces.

For the first time in a long while, he felt… excited.

Nobody here knew his stats.

He took an empty seat, waiting as the last few students were picked up. Then, he noticed the soldiers.

They were all wearing air-filter masks.

A second later, the smell hit him.

Kyle's head felt heavy. He could hear murmurs from the other students, but soon enough, his vision blurred. His body gave in to exhaustion.

One by one, they all fell asleep.

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ARRIVAL AT THE BASE

Kyle's eyes blinked open as a bright light flooded his vision.

He wasn't the only one.

Students around him were waking up, blinking in disbelief.

The sight before them was mesmerizing—familiars flying freely, high-rise buildings stretching over 50 feet into the sky, and the seamless blend of mechs, familiars, and modern technology.

Kyle exhaled softly.

"I wish it could always be this peaceful," he murmured to himself.

After the war, humanity had scavenged High Orc technology, adapting and replicating it to enhance their own civilization. This was the reason Earth had become so advanced.

Each student was handed a wristwatch.

"These devices will measure your power level—without your familiar," an instructor explained. "Your familiar isn't always reliable. If it ever turns against you, you'll need to be strong enough to fight back."

Kyle stared at the device. So this is how they would judge them?

He clenched his fist. He wasn't worried.

Or at least, he shouldn't have been.

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The test begins

The recruits were led into a vast, endless white room.

"This will be your testing area," Sergeant Evermore declared.

Then, he gave the command.

"Those with familiars, to the right. Those without, to the left."

Kyle hesitated. He knew what was coming.

One by one, students summoned their familiars.

Kyle stepped forward, willing his Boneclaw familiar to emerge.

Nothing happened.

A sharp beep rang in his ears.

[System Error!!!]

[Host Unable to Summon.]

[Not Enough Willpower.]

Kyle's breath caught in his throat.

"What?"

The entire room was watching him.

Sergeant Evermore smirked. "There's always one of you every year."

"Move!"

Kyle was shoved to the left.

The moment he crossed the line, the room shifted.

The test was about to begin.

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A stranger called jace

As Kyle steadied himself, a voice spoke beside him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Kyle turned.

A student stood beside him—dark brown hair, amber-colored eyes, and a constantly alert expression. Despite his lean frame, his hands bore scars from past battles. A particularly deep scar ran along his forearm.

He looked exhausted, as if he had spent far too many nights awake.

Kyle eyed him carefully.

This guy wasn't weak.

Unlike Kyle, who stood at 6'0" with an athletic build, this student was slightly shorter, around 5'9"–5'11".

Kyle's dark, slightly messy hair carried strands of silver—a reminder of the fire that had killed him. His ashen-gray eyes, tinted faintly blue, were colder than most. His skin, though naturally tanned, bore faint scars from that same fire.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Kyle replied.

It felt… strange.

No one his age had ever spoken to him so casually before.

"Nice to meet someone who's actually friendly for a change."

The stranger chuckled. "The name's Jace."

He extended a hand.

Kyle hesitated before taking it.

"Kyle."

Before their conversation could continue—

"SILENCE!" Sergeant Evermore barked.

A predatory grin spread across his face.

"This is gonna be fun."

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