Blade Soul Domain
The fifth floor was quickly filled with Chali Nation warriors who wanted to Merrick Civilization.
[Target: Gaddafi]
[Level: 76]
[Overall Rating: B]
After glancing at it, Lister picked up the paper and hurriedly wrote down the symbol "B".
While Chali Nation's usual assessment standards are convenient, they can only detect C-level combat power at most.
Combat strength above level C, especially the distinction between level B and level A, lacks this ability to make such a judgment; only he can confirm it personally.
Tim picked up the papers on the table and handed them to the other person, then spoke on their behalf.
"This is your combat power level. Go wait over there."
The man took the paper, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He quickly thanked Tim and Lister, who was sitting in the main seat.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you for your high regard!"
After expressing his gratitude, he excitedly took small, quick steps to the side.
They whispered among themselves and the dozen or so other people who were also waiting to be decided.
"Congratulations, I am Corey Fita of the Fita Family."
"Lord Corey, my name is Gaddafi."
The Fita Family is a powerful family that controls all mineral resources in the Chali Nation. They hold a prestigious position, even surpassing the Chali Family, which holds the highest political status.
Gaddafi, being of humble origin, instinctively spoke with respect.
"Just call me Corey. From now on, we are all citizens of the Merrick Civilization, and there is no distinction of rank among us."
Corey Fita greeted Gaddafi very politely.
Gaddafi found the polite words from the former ruler quite agreeable, as they immediately resonated with him.
Previously, everyone had different social statuses within Chali Nation, but now that they can enter a level two civilization like Merrick, there will be no longer any distinction between them.
They all started from the same starting line. Thinking about this, even Corey of the Fita family had this attitude towards him.
The deep-seated resentment that Gaddafi himself was not entirely aware of suddenly vanished.
My ego started to swell, and of course, I soon started worrying again about whether I could get a spot.
Are we guaranteed a spot in the Merrick Civilization?
"There shouldn't be any problem."
Corey, how did you know?
Before Gaddafi could ask, another member of a prominent family from the Chali Nation spoke up first.
"My family's mineral resources were originally supplied to the Yalan Civilization; I just received this news."
"It is said that although the Merrick Civilization is a newly emerging Level 2 civilization, it has a great chance of advancing to Level 3."
"We are lacking in high-combat-capable geniuses like ourselves, but with our numbers, it shouldn't be a problem."
Throughout the hall, the standard for selecting warriors was a second-stage evolution and a combat power of D-level or above.
Once they pass through, they will be taken directly to other areas for a short rest, and then board a passenger ship from the Yalan Civilization to the Merrick Civilization.
Only these dozen or so geniuses with B-level combat power or above would be left here.
Awaiting further division and acceptance of Lord Lister's assignment.
"Gaddafi, I hope we can all unite and take care of each other in the future."
"No problem!"
Accepted by the people behind Corey, Gaddafi quickly integrated into their group.
For a moment, I felt my status had been elevated, and I felt quite giddy.
I never imagined that I would unknowingly accept the leadership of the Corey.
"Next."
In his seat, Lister took a sip of the tea that President Blai had personally brewed.
A hint of disappointment flickered across his calm face, and his brows furrowed slightly.
As he had initially predicted, the overall strength of the citizens in Chali Nation was indeed quite high.
At least compared to the current Merrick Civilization, their average overall quality is comparable.
However, he was somewhat disappointed with their top-tier abilities.
The number of D-level and C-level combatants recruited so far is no less than a thousand.
However, there are only about ten people at level B or above, and not a single person at level A.
This is clearly a drop in the ocean compared to reaching the standards of a Level 3 civilization.
Even now, Lister is considering giving up and is inclined to let Tim and Adrian take over the work of recruiting warriors.
Just as he was thinking this, a young man in front of him suddenly caught Lister's attention.
He was not tall, about 1.7 meters, and wore an ordinary leather jacket with a light blue blade at his waist, without even a sheath.
His face looked somewhat youthful, but his eyes were very Steadfast, and he looked at Lister with a nervous expression.
[Target: Sariel]
[Level: 63]
[Class: Blade Master (Martial Arts)]
[Skill: Blade Soul Domain (S-rank) LV62: Within a certain range, activates the Saber Soul Domain, granting the user's blade-type skills a Soul Strength buff. (Note: This buff increases with Soul Strength, and additionally converts 18.6% of damage into true damage, and increases attack and movement speed by an additional 31%.)...]
[Overall Rating: Grade A]
"You like swordsmanship?"
"Um."
"Did you figure out your swordsmanship on your own?"
"Yes."
Sariel was already somewhat introverted, and now he was a little nervous.
After replying to two questions with only one word each, I immediately regretted it.
They knew that others would beg for a question from such an important person.
I shouldn't have responded that way, but it's just my personality, and I don't know how to please the other person or how to speak in a way that satisfies them.
His expression grew increasingly tense, and just as he was about to offer another explanation, he heard the esteemed figure opposite him praising him.
"Not bad!"
Seeing the important figure nod and smile at him, Sariel felt reassured and finally dared to continue speaking.
"I've loved knives since I was a child, and all the knife skills I've mastered are things I've learned through combat."
Seeing this, Lister stopped communicating, wrote the letter "A" on a piece of paper, and had Tim lead him to wait aside.
After waiting for most of the day, an A-level talent finally arrived.
Of course, what truly interested Lister and made him want to communicate was not the opponent's mere A-level combat strength, but rather the skills he possessed.
The S-rank skill, Blade Soul Domain, was perfectly suited to him.
Attack power and attack speed are increased based on soul strength.
Since it's just an active skill, Lister can learn it from this boy and eventually make it his own.
After that boy, luck seemed to turn around again.
Within just two hours, more than twenty B-level combat talents and two A-level talents emerged.
Soon, another young man, around twenty years old, came to Lister's side.
With just a simple stroke, he wrote the letter "C" on the paper, which stunned Tim behind him.
"Sir! Should we let this man stay? Or should we hire him as a soldier?"
The writing that could get one's master to put pen to paper should be at least B-grade, but this young man was only C-grade.
Tim wasn't sure if this was just a whim of his master, or if the other person had something special about them.
Let's leave it as pending.
After saying this, Lister looked at the young man.
"You only have your mother at home?"
The young man was momentarily stunned, knowing full well that his combat strength was only at level C.
I never imagined I'd be kept on, let alone that the examiner on the other side would start a casual conversation.
It should be noted that this person rarely speaks to even B-level geniuses.
He was stunned for a moment, and only reacted when Tim coughed.
"Sir, besides my mother, I also have a younger sister."
"Sister? Born to the same father as you?"
"No, my sister was adopted by my mother after the neighbor's family passed away."
"Originally, they were considering... considering giving it to me..."
At this point, Hunter Powell's face began to flush.
Lister instantly understood what the other party meant; she was probably being adopted to be a child bride.
This kind of thing is more common in less developed civilizations, especially in those where people live illegally.
He didn't dwell on the matter; he simply waved his hand, signaling Tim to lead his men to wait aside.
That old bastard Powell, he only secretly takes care of his own son, he's never acknowledged him.
However, he didn't neglect his duties; at least he paved the way for his son.