GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator-Chapter 2 - : The Unlikely Pursuit

The drill field's cacophony of shouted commands and shuffling boots stilled as a figure materialized at the perimeter. Golden hour sunlight haloed her silhouette, catching the edges of her ivory sundress and transforming each strand of midnight hair into liquid shadow. Even the merciless August heat seemed to pause its assault, holding its breath as she glided forward with the predatory grace of a snow leopard circling its prey.

Murmurs rippled through the olive-green sea of freshmen. A lanky boy near the back dropped his rifle prop, its plastic clatter echoing like a gunshot. "Is that...a hologram?" he whispered, wiping sweat from his brow. His squadmate squinted through fogged glasses, cataloging details with scientific precision: the precise three-centimeter gap between her manicured fingertips and the water bottle's condensation, the faint tremor in the bottle's surface that betrayed steady hands gone suddenly unsteady.

"Pharmaceutical dynasty heiress," hissed a voice from the senior observers' bleachers. "Turned down marriage proposals from three tech billionaires last semester." The gossip spread through the ranks faster than a barracks flu, each iteration more embellished than the last—by the time it reached the third platoon, she'd allegedly dissolved an engagement with a European prince using nothing but a frosty email.

Her stiletto heels clicked a staccato rhythm against sun-baked concrete as she breached the first defensive line of gawking cadets. A freckled girl instinctively clutched her hydration pack's generic-brand water bottle, suddenly aware of her sweat-stained collar. Nearby, the battalion's resident trust-fund kid let his limited-edition Alpine spring water roll into a drainage ditch, its diamond-encrusted cap winking farewell.

The Ice Queen's glacial gaze swept across the formation—past preening student leaders, around muscle-flexing athletes—before locking onto a slouched figure beneath the dying oak.

"Target acquired," a senior cadet mouthed into his phone, livestreaming to seven group chats.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen.

The world narrowed to the space between her extended arm and the boy's grease-streaked military cap.

"Ye Chen." His name left her lips like a forbidden incantation, thawing her voice into something dangerously close to human. "Your vital sodium levels are incompatible with this heat index."

The bottle hovered between them, its label meticulously rotated to conceal branding—a calculated choice observed by three aspiring business majors who'd later argue for hours about marketing strategy versus personal sentiment.

Beneath his cap's shadow, survival instincts honed by eighteen years of avoiding attention wars with newfound curiosity. He noted the microscopic falter in her posture—left stiletto angled three degrees off true north, right index finger tapping arrhythmic patterns against condensation-beaded plastic.

A sophomore medic later swore she'd glimpsed frost crystals forming on the bottle's surface.

The silence metastasized. Somewhere, a drill sergeant's whistle dropped into the void.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fгeewebnovёl.co𝙢.

When he finally moved, it wasn't to accept the offering. The cap tilted back just enough to reveal eyes sharper than the tactical knives hidden in half the spectators' boots. "You're holding it upside down."

A beat.

Two.

The Ice Queen's porcelain mask cracked—a single blink stretched a millisecond too long, a minuscule twitch at her right temple. Later analyzed frame-by-frame in a viral TikTok breakdown (2.7M views), this moment would be dubbed "The Great Thaw" by internet philosophers.

"Thermodynamic efficiency," she countered, the bottle rotating in slow revelation. "Condensation distribution indicates optimal grip orientation."

A snort escaped him—dry, unexpected, and devastatingly human. The sound detonated across the field, shattering the tension into glittering fragments.

As fingers brushed during the transfer, twelve nearby smartphones simultaneously overheated.