Incomplete Divine Domain

"Top-tier reconnaissance and combat-support abilities. Their advantages may not be that apparent right now, but as your strength grows, they should develop to an extremely terrifying level."

Wen Qimo recorded the information as he spoke.

"What else?"

"My dynamic vision is probably several times stronger than before."

"A close-quarters combat ability. Very good. What else?"

"By consuming a large amount of Mental Power, I can use a trace of the Seraph's divine might."

"Mm, most God's Agents have that ability. What else?"

"That's all."

"...That's all??"

Wen Qimo looked up in astonishment. "Just that?"

"That's all the power the Seraph gave me." Lin Qiye answered sincerely. In a sense, he was telling the truth.

Wen Qimo frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he shook his head repeatedly. "No, that's not right... This is the Mortal Divine Domain. Even if you're only at the 'Lamp' realm, the power it displays should be far greater than this!"

"You mean... my abilities aren't complete?" Lin Qiye froze.

Wen Qimo nodded. "Put it this way: the Athena Agent on the 'Phoenix' Squad could knock down a building with one punch and tear apart a 'Pond' realm Mythical Creature barehanded the moment she entered the 'Lamp' realm.

"Your abilities aren't bad... but they're only not bad. More importantly, everything you've displayed so far is combat-support ability!

"But... that's Michael's Divine Domain! How could it have only this much power?"

Lin Qiye stared blankly at his hands. "But I really can only sense these abilities."

Wen Qimo pondered for a moment before continuing, "There are two possibilities. First, when the Seraph chose you as his Agent, he only gave you this small portion of his abilities. At the moment, I think this is the more likely possibility.

"Second, the other abilities of your Divine Domain have always existed, but you can't sense them right now—or you've subconsciously overlooked them."

"Subconsciously overlooked them?"

"Take this as an example. Suppose your ability lets you breathe through your skin. Because you've used this ability for so long, you've become completely accustomed to it. After a long time, even though you've actually been maintaining the ability all along, you begin to subconsciously overlook it, because using it has become instinctive."

"You mean I might have been using this ability all along without realizing it?"

"Exactly. Think carefully. Since childhood, has there been anything about you that was different from other people?"

Lin Qiye thought for a moment. "Blindness?"

"...That doesn't count." Wen Qimo sighed helplessly. "Personally, I still lean toward the first possibility—that the Seraph never gave you a complete Divine Domain in the first place.

"After all, this is the Seraph's Divine Domain. Even if the second theory were true and you'd been using it all this time, there's no way you'd still be this ordinary. You should be able to send a whole crowd flying with a random sneeze."

Lin Qiye: ...

"Anyway, I previously said your Mortal Divine Domain was probably high-risk. Looks like I overestimated you. Based on the abilities you've shown so far, it's probably at the ordinary danger level."

Wen Qimo made a few more notes on the file and comforted him, "But don't lose heart. As your strength grows, the later abilities will gradually reveal themselves. After all, you're the Seraph's Agent. He won't let you lose face like this."

Lin Qiye shrugged. "I hope so."

Though Lin Qiye felt a little disappointed, it was only a little. With the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods, he did not rely all that much on the Seraph. After all, six gods were still locked up in his hospital for him to choose from.

"Now that we've gained a preliminary understanding of your abilities, it's time to begin training." Wen Qimo summarized the file and quickly designed a training plan for him.

"How do we train?"

"Generally speaking, your current abilities focus on 'perception' and 'prediction.' Abilities with these traits are much easier to train than those that casually blast out a Rasengan. You just need to gradually get your body accustomed to your abilities."

Wen Qimo pointed to the room behind him. "Inside is a trap room equipped with thirty-nine thousand concealed miniature rubber guns. It can fire 1~ rubber bullets per second. Though the bullets travel slightly slower than real bullets, that's enough for your current realm.

"What you need to do is stand inside and use your perception and dynamic vision to dodge as many rubber bullets as possible.

"Considering your realm, we'll start with fifty bullets per second."

Lin Qiye glanced at the room and nodded. "Got it."

Pushing open the door and entering the room, Lin Qiye stood in the center and looked at the dense, honeycomb-like gunports covering the surrounding walls. A sense of foreboding surfaced in his heart once more...

"Wait, why are there gunports all over the floor too? What if they hit somewhere they shouldn't?" Seeing the dense gunports beneath him, Lin Qiye felt a chill between his legs, and his expression changed.

"In actual combat, danger can come from anywhere. There is no place that shouldn't be hit." Wen Qimo's voice sounded from all directions. "If you're ready, I'll begin."

Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Begin."

Beep—!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The instant the signal sounded, rubber bullets flew at Lin Qiye like raindrops from every direction within his perception range. They were so fast that the naked eye could not catch them at all!

Lin Qiye reacted the instant the bullets left their barrels. He took two consecutive steps backward, dodging most of the bullets, but another large volley immediately fired—and from extremely tricky angles!

Within Lin Qiye's perception, he could indeed predict the trajectories of the bullets, but the number of trajectories he could predict at once was limited.

For example, if someone had to catch one rolling ping-pong ball, they could do it with ease. Even if they had to catch three ping-pong balls at the same time, it was still possible.

But if twenty ping-pong balls rolled simultaneously in different directions, the human brain could not react in time or accurately judge the path of every single one.

Lin Qiye faced the same problem.

Less than three seconds into the training, he had already been hit by over a dozen bullets. Rubber bullets wouldn't injure him, but they were fast enough that they still hurt.

And so, he finally grasped the true essence of this training...

"Damn it, why am I getting beaten up again?!"

Activity Room.

Chen Muye, wearing an apron and gloves, carried a steaming bowl of bone broth to the table and gently set it down...

"Gulp." Hong Ying's eyes widened as she swallowed hard. "Captain, how long has it been since you cooked personally? Did the sun rise in the west today?"

Wu Xiangnan smiled faintly beside her. "You still haven't figured it out? This was mainly prepared for Lin Qiye. We're just getting some on the side."

"Uncle Chen, you're playing favorites!" Si Xiaonan said indignantly.

Chen Muye's mouth twitched slightly as he spoke expressionlessly. "I'm just sick of boxed lunches and wanted a change of taste. It has nothing to do with that kid."

"So that's how it is." Hong Ying's eyes lit up as she reached her chopsticks toward the bone broth. "Then I won't hold back, hehe..."

Smack—!

Chen Muye knocked Hong Ying's hand away with his chopsticks and spoke flatly:

"Lin Qiye isn't out of class yet. Wait."

Hong Ying: ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3 Captain, you don't love us anymore...