Job Application

"Aerial Split!"

Zhang Wei repeated it word by word, enunciating clearly, with a smug look on his face.

He had practiced for a long time and could now perform it flawlessly. Elysia and the others, however, were all speechless. They had seen Zhang Wei's splitting skill before. He was indeed very proficient at it.

But was it really appropriate to say that while applying for a job?

"Cough, cough. We're a Valkyrie academy, not an acrobat troupe. Are you sure you haven't come to the wrong place?" Though the woman was desperately trying not to burst out laughing, she still spoke politely instead of telling Zhang Wei to get lost. Her professionalism was clearly quite high.

"I'm in the right place. Isn't the Aerial Split a Captain's basic skill?" Zhang Wei put on a perfectly matter-of-fact expression.

"Of course not!"

Before the woman could respond—apparently, her brain had not caught up yet—Theresa, who had accompanied the recruitment process, glared at Zhang Wei with a crimson face. She had already been worried about finding talent, and now her blood pressure was shooting up.

As an S-rank Valkyrie of Schicksal, she could say with certainty that Captains did not have such bizarre requirements. The Judah behind her began to stir restlessly. If Zhang Wei did not explain himself properly, she would not be polite next. She would let him experience Judah's many uses firsthand.

"Everyone, please watch!"

Zhang Wei cleared his throat, then stepped forward lightly. Under everyone's astonished gazes, he actually performed a split in midair.

Moreover, his posture was even more standard than a split on the ground. He landed smoothly, and Theresa's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She had thought he was joking, but he could actually do it. Was he really here to become a Captain?

I think you'd be better off developing in the athletics department. Captains don't need that kind of skill.

The Judah Launcher quietly put away the S-rank Valkyrie Judah.

"Cough, cough. Since you're here to apply as a Captain, do you understand the profession?" Theresa asked. The Far East branch did indeed possess battleships, and St. Freya, which had an exceptionally close relationship with it, would send talent there in the future. The two could be considered part of the same whole.

"Of course. No one understands the profession of Captain better than I do!" Zhang Wei declared confidently. After sailing the Sea of Quantum for so many years and piloting the Hyperion through wind and waves, he naturally understood a Captain's duties.

Theresa was somewhat surprised by Zhang Wei's confidence, so she signaled the female examiner to test his basic knowledge. If he passed, then he passed. As for becoming a Captain, it would not be so easy. That would depend on his future performance.

"Your foundational knowledge is very solid. It seems you've read quite a few related books!" the female examiner said in surprise. The questions she had asked were all basic knowledge about battleships. The library had books on the subject, but the material was too complicated and obscure, so few people read them.

For someone like Zhang Wei to answer so fluently was enough to prove his talent. With a little systematic training, he might become a qualified Captain.

"Principal, what do you think?"

"Huh? Since you have no objections, then St. Freya welcomes you!" Theresa froze for a moment before standing up. She was not much taller even then, and when she reached Zhang Wei, she had to look up at him.

The title of Captain was easy enough to deal with. She could have someone from the Far East branch guide him when the time came. Once he met all the requirements, she could arrange it herself. As Schicksal's princess, she had that authority.

I really want to rub Theresa's little head!

Zhang Wei felt his hands itch, but he relied on sheer willpower to restrain them. Otherwise, he would be arrested as a pervert.

"Principal, what about the salary..." Zhang Wei asked with a grin, pretending to be curious.

"We'll talk about that after you become a Captain!" Theresa's little face immediately stiffened. Even if she had conflicts with Otto, she still had to ask her grandfather for money. Otherwise, she would not even be able to pay the faculty's wages.

"Alright!"

Zhang Wei held back his laughter and did not expose Theresa's predicament.

Life at St. Freya should be quite interesting. He could find opportunities to tease Theresa. She was so small that she would probably cry after only a little bullying.

"My name is Welt Yang. I'm here to apply for the position of history teacher!" Amid the demonstrations by one applicant after another, a steady voice rang out. The newcomer had brown hair, brown eyes, and wore black-rimmed glasses.

Zhang Wei was rather speechless. Welt Yang, the leader of Anti-Entropy, had actually come openly to his mortal enemy's territory under his real name. His appearance had barely changed, either. Was he really not afraid that Otto would have a heart-to-heart talk with him, then dig out the Herrscher of Reason core?

Had he not seen that Mobius could barely suppress the gleam in her eyes?

So this was the Herrscher of Reason—and a Herrscher who stood with humanity, no less. What a valuable White Mouse. She really wanted to get him onto an operating table and dissect him for proper research.

But there was no need to rush for now. There would be plenty of opportunities later. Since he had delivered himself right to her doorstep, how could Mobius let him go? Such an excellent White Mouse could keep her occupied with research for a long time.

Elysia, meanwhile, looked curiously at Welt. The Herrschers of the current era had all been influenced by her, but seeing one with her own eyes still felt different. Unfortunately, he was not an adorable young girl. Otherwise, she would definitely have had a good chat with him.

As Welt introduced himself, he could not help touching the spot where his Herrscher core rested. Why did he feel an inexplicable phantom pain, as though someone might rip out his heart at any moment?

Zhang Wei would not stop it. There was a high chance that Welt would be stabbed in the back by Mobius. After all, a living Herrscher's temptation to her was self-evident. For now, he could only offer Walter Yang his condolences in advance.

He seemed a little familiar...

Theresa looked at Welt with a strange expression. She felt as though she had seen him somewhere several years ago, but she could not remember where. This was different from Zhang Wei's sense of familiarity. She was certain that she had met this brown-haired man within the past few years and that he had left quite an impression on her.

Still, she did not dwell on it. Welt's breadth of knowledge was truly impressive. He could easily recount some rarely mentioned historical events, as if he had personally experienced them. Theresa's eyes lit up. St. Freya needed talent like this.

Otto would probably be the only one who could recognize this old friend at a glance. They had once shared a life-and-death bond, after all. But Otto obviously would not pay attention to every person at St. Freya.

The recruitment process went smoothly. There were only a few male applicants, but that was normal. Men generally had lower resistance to Honkai Energy than women. St. Freya's first batch of faculty had officially been recruited.

Theresa was delighted as well. At last, she could go back to lying in bed, drinking bitter melon juice, reading manga, and happily slacking off. Afterward, she only needed to be a hands-off manager.