Fang Zheng had no interest whatsoever in this Hunter Exam.
To be honest, Fang Zheng knew a little about Hunter licenses and knew they were useful—but that assumed a world with proper order. Only then would such a thing be useful.
In this world full of mutual slaughter and conflict, a Hunter license was, in Fang Zheng's eyes, little more than a license to kill legally.
Honestly, if he had known the test would be like this, he probably would not even have bothered coming.
But frankly, his patience had about reached its limit.
The first test had been following a Frenchman with a little mustache as he ran around through underground tunnels. Anyone who could not keep up was eliminated. Then they ran nearly eighty kilometers and climbed an unknown number of stairs before reaching a swamp. Next, they had to follow the examiner through the wetlands... Of course, the deeper they went, the thicker the fog became, and there were even all sorts of Demon Beasts and monsters. But to Fang Zheng, a trial of this level was utterly meaningless aside from wasting time.
It was like playing a game where the opening forced you to spend half an hour learning that WASD controlled movement, F interacted, the left mouse button fired, the right one aimed, and the middle one threw grenades—any player would lose their mind.
After crossing the wetlands, the candidates arrived at the second testing site. This time, they faced a trial from a Gourmet Hunter duo: one was a huge, burly man, while the other was a petite woman. The former's requirement was simple enough—they merely had to eat roasted whole pig—but the latter's requirement was enough to drive people mad.
Sushi?
It had to be said that when they heard the question from