Fubuki: I'll Never Treat Him to a Meal Again

Fubuki led Lu Li into the hotel. As she handled the check-in procedures, she explained, "The exam has two parts: a written test and a physical fitness test. They're worth fifty points each, for a total of one hundred. But I'm sure you'll get a perfect score. After all, you're the man who punched a giant flying with one blow."

Rather than feeling smug from Fubuki's praise, Lu Li's heart skipped a beat.

A written test!?

He had never been good at answering questions since childhood. His family had simply been too poor to afford school; otherwise, he definitely would have been at the bottom of the class.

Damn it, was the first stage of his talent awakening quest going to hit Waterloo right off the bat?

"Lu Li, what are you thinking about? Come over and get your face scanned."

Not knowing why Lu Li had suddenly fallen silent, Fubuki urged him to complete the check-in process.

Population management in this world was actually rather chaotic. Strange beings and Calamities frequently caused cities to be destroyed, people to be displaced, and massive casualties. As a result, quite a number of people had never been entered into the government system at all.

There was no equivalent of an ID card here. When checking into hotels or using other public facilities, people merely registered and had their photo taken, which counted as keeping a record.

So End Space had not arranged any special identity for Lu Li. There were plenty of people in this world with no identity records, and one more Lu Li would not seem strange.

"Nothing."

Lu Li stepped forward for the photo. He felt that he would probably have to cheat to pass the written test. Fortunately, his strength was extraordinary, so he could copy anyone in