"Are you afraid of losing face?" Zhang Xiangyang guessed Qin Fen's thoughts curiously. "How about this!

If you have any concerns, I guarantee here that I absolutely will not reveal to anyone that you are establishing a sect. How about that?" "We won't say anything either!" Around the bunks, the entire company of new recruits who hadn't been hospitalized had gathered at some unknown point.

Of course, one person was missing from this group—Du Peng, who was still cultivating outside. Having one person know was trouble; having this many people know, Qin Fen could hardly imagine their level of secrecy.

When it came to keeping his identity secret, it was second only to his principle regarding money. Qin Fen strongly believed Lin Liqiang’s words: that genius boy who created bio-mechanical beasts often attracted unnecessary trouble due to his overwhelming fame, even at school.

Even a cool guy like Inzaghi was burdened by his reputation. Although they didn't care about their own fame, once the name was established, even if they didn't care, countless people around them cared enough for them.

Having witnessed the numerous inconveniences brought about by fame to the two brothers, Qin Fen was determined never to expose his identity. If it were before, Qin Fen might not have cared much.

But after this past month, Qin Fen had successively taken the War God titles in the two-star and three-star Battle Arenas, auctioning off all the rewards along the way, coupled with constantly accepting challenges for money every day. Now, in the two-star and three-star dueling zones, the most famous name truly wasn't those top-ten experts by record, but rather his ID: Thirty-Six Hours.

Of course, this reputation wasn't entirely earned through fighting. Many people had won the War God title before, but none had made as much noise as him.

Ultimately, it was his obsession with money that made him famous. He charged fees for auctioning the War God victory rewards, charging the top ten on the rankings, and challenging former War God titleholders—never even offering a twenty percent discount.

With such a unique approach, it was almost impossible for him not to become famous. "Come on, Old Qin, you don't trust your brothers that much?" Zhang Xiangyang put on an expression of "You hurt me, and you laugh it off": "Since that's the case, your brother here will take an oath.

If I leak your identity, may I never see a beautiful woman again! How about that?" Pfft… A nearby comrade taking a drink burst out laughing.

Qin Fen also laughed, feeling quite helpless. That oath, in a certain sense, was truly the most severe one possible.

In an age where many people treated swearing as nothing more than hot air, Qin Fen didn't believe oaths could truly bind anyone. However, during their time in the barracks, though occasional friction arose between comrades, when it came to real matters, not a single person had faltered.

We are new recruits from the same place! We are townsmen, we are compatriots!

The blood flowing in our veins comes from the same ancestor! "Fine!

I’ll trust you all this one time." Qin Fen's blood was ignited by the fervent gazes of the crowd. He decided to gamble on this matter of his identity this time!

If he lost, the worst would be a few more troubles; if he won, he would gain a group of friends truly worth trusting. "Wait a minute!" Zhang Xiangyang jumped off the bunk and shouted, "That's not fair!

I swore, and you guys just reap the benefits? Where is there such an easy deal?

People's gossiping spirit is terrifying. Old Qin trusts you, but I don't necessarily trust you." "At worst, we'll swear too.

If we reveal Old Qin's identity on the Sky Combat Network, everyone in our company except Old Qin will collectively **!" Hearing words spoken so earnestly, yet sounding so irreverent, Qin Fen suddenly felt a warmth spreading through his heart. Many people say that camaraderie in the military is the strongest bond in the world—a bond forged through facing life and death together.

Though these men hadn't been on the battlefield, they had engaged in a few group brawls, and that bond of brotherhood was rapidly sprouting and growing in their hearts. Having decided to establish his own sect on the Sky Combat Network, Qin Fen naturally didn't want to waste that hundred dollars.

He quickly scanned the success or failure messages on the computer for sect application personnel, swiftly searching for the hidden probabilities within them. This probability wasn't hidden too deeply.

In a sense, anyone who could discover the probability was smart enough. The Federation developing the Sky Combat Network naturally wanted to use it to gather all sorts of talents.

Finding the dates with a higher success probability was also a hidden small test for sect applicants. Qin Fen stared intently at the screen.

He desperately wanted to grab a pen and a piece of paper to calculate, or simply use the computer's calculator to quickly find the probability. However, he didn't want the other new recruits to view him as a monster.

Furthermore, the Gun King, who taught probability theory, had repeatedly instructed that during probability deduction, no auxiliary equipment could be used—it had to be calculated entirely by the mind. After being required to do this for so long, Qin Fen had grown accustomed to this kind of calculation done purely from memory.

After half an hour of silence, Qin Fen raised his arm, wiping the sweat from his brow, a satisfied smile on his face. This mental calculation, though exhausting, was worthwhile; the result after half an hour was acceptable.

As Qin Fen raised his hand to wipe his arm, he happened to see Zhang Xiangyang on the side flashing him a smile.