Pressing On

"Then, first place: Wei He." Resius quickly saw the notification transmitted from the body frame. A smile appeared on his face.

"Military merit: Uh..."

He was about to raise his hand when he suddenly faltered.

After hesitating, Resius frowned, turned around, and quietly spoke with the technicians behind him, pausing the announcement.

A slight commotion arose below.

The city representatives who had come to observe, along with the other rookie body frames, all realized that something might have gone wrong.

Lolsa looked at Wei He mockingly.

"Every time, he ran off on his own. Who knew what he did all day? Could it be that his number was too low, that he was never first place at all, and the ranking system made a mistake?"

Ende looked expressionlessly at Wei He. The other man stood where he was, unruffled as still water, as though he was not worried about anything happening.

"You think everyone is as weak as you?" He turned and shot Lolsa a cold glance.

"You!" Lolsa clenched her fists in fury.

"Trash." Ende turned away, too lazy to waste words on such rubbish.

Very soon, Resius finished verifying it. He turned back around.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting."

A trace of astonishment appeared on his face as he looked at the ever-composed Wei He.

"I am very surprised."

Resius walked back in front of Wei He.

"First place, Wei He. Military merit: twelve polluted beasts."

Whoosh!!

In an instant, everyone felt as if they had misheard.

All sounds around them swiftly fell silent.

Gazes shot over like beams of light, locking tightly onto Wei He.

"What did Resius just say? Polluted beasts!? Not cannon fodder beasts??"

"Could it have been a slip of the tongue?"

"They must have made a mistake, right? How could they be polluted