"Three trials!" When everyone heard that, they began whispering among themselves.
The burly middle-aged man shot his two disciples a sidelong glance. Weren't you two running your mouths just fine a moment ago?
Now, keep going.
The favored commoner student raised his head and looked at the sky, pretending not to see.
Only, their teacher's gaze was becoming increasingly "dangerous," as if he was considering exactly how he should punish the two of them.
"Ahem!" At the crucial moment, the senior brother stepped forward and coughed twice.
Everyone immediately fell silent, putting on obedient expressions as if they were listening attentively.
"The so-called three trials are very simple. Since you applied for our Crafting Department, I imagine you all understood at least a little about it when you signed up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the only three Commoner Students among the thousand-plus people flushed red.
They truly had not known. Bewitched by their teacher's rhetoric, they had gotten hotheaded and become unwavering in applying for Sigma University's Crafting Department.
"A Craftsman is a very tiring profession. You must have a good physique. Of course, we won't be as abnormal as the Gene Leap Department next door."
After saying that, he pointed to the right.
Everyone followed the direction of his arm and looked over, only to see a road whose color was utterly out of place with its surroundings come into view.
The pitch-black road looked like metal plates. It was about a thousand meters long and roughly a hundred meters wide. Outside it was a huge, semi-transparent rectangular cover.
"See it? The Gravity Channel. Only Gene Sublimators can barely pass through it. It is the first of the three trials. As your senior student, the only hint I can give you is to grit your teeth and