Assessment Whiz

"Is this the ability of my left hand?"

"But there's no mental penetration, how can I feel an abnormal strength?"

"No, spiritual power is still being consumed, but compared to directly penetrating reality, this consumption has greatly decreased, and it's more… covert…"

Han Su instantly sensed the abnormality in his left hand. Although he had quietly tried it before, he hadn't had the chance to use it. Now that he had, it was surprisingly convenient.

If he used his right eye's ability, the commotion would be huge and he'd be discovered immediately. But with the power of his left hand, others wouldn't notice. Perhaps the only anomaly would be that Han Su seemed a bit too strong, but as long as he controlled it, it wouldn't be too outrageous.

Even the camouflage man he'd pulled out, using the momentum to flip over and land steadily on the ground, had five white marks on his palm from Han Su's grip.

He rubbed his arm and nodded at Han Su, saying, "You're thin, but you're really strong."

"..."

"These things are too fierce, fall back, fall back."

Just then, seeing that the camouflage man had also been rescued, the little fatty immediately shouted and rushed towards the stairwell.

But when he reached the stairwell, he suddenly turned around, stopped, and yelled, "Hold the line here! Absolutely do not let the fake humans out! If they enter society, they will evolve into humans!"

However, as he was shouting for them to retreat, the panicked trainees followed him out in a rush. But when he stopped, they were already engulfed by an invisible fear and no one was willing to stop. They desperately scrambled into the stairwell.

Some even pushed and shoved each other, tumbling down the stairs in a mess.

Only Han Su and the camouflage man stopped beside the little fatty, one on his left and one on his right, raising their guns. The camouflage man's gun was out of bullets, but Han Su picked one up from the ground nearby and handed it to him.

In front of them were dense, countless dough people, emerging from the elevator one after another, walking towards them with synchronized steps.

As they moved away from the elevator, their bodies' changes became faintly visible.

From the initial dough-like, soft and strange, waxy white appearance, black began to appear on their bodies, and facial features formed on their heads.

At first glance, they already looked like a group of humans wearing black suits.

The closer they got, the more they resembled humans.

The invisible strangeness and oppressive feeling pushed back, making Han Su's spiritual power feel like it was flowing even without him chanting.

But he forced himself to endure it, thinking silently, "So, this is actually an assessment?"

"This little fatty captain's acting is too bad. He acted convincingly at first, he probably didn't know about this arrangement either. But later, after these fake humans appeared, he never used the walkie-talkie to ask. Instead, he just stood there, as if listening to someone in his earpiece."

"So, this was an assessment from beginning to end!"

"..."

Since it was an assessment, Han Su naturally couldn't use his right eye's ability. He gritted his teeth secretly, feigning a fearless expression, and raised his gun, aiming at the fake humans with extreme professionalism.

However, he had a sudden inspiration and switched from holding the gun with his right hand to his left.

He wasn't left-handed to begin with, and holding the gun with his left hand felt extremely awkward. But his left hand felt unusually stable and powerful. Aiming at the fake humans, he unleashed bullets one after another, completely nullifying the recoil.

"Am I a shooting genius?"

Han Su was extraordinarily surprised, feeling that holding the gun with his left hand was incredibly steady, almost like he was using machinery to fire.

Although his aim and shooting experience were still lacking, he could already predict how much his shooting talent would improve once he got used to it.

Amidst his surprise, he calmly thought, "If this is an assessment, will it end here, or will there be further arrangements?"

"Such great talent?"

At this moment, in the Disaster Management Bureau base, Zhang Chiguo and a group of staff looked at the monitor screen with unexpected surprise.

They seemed not to have expected Han Su to perform so well.

"Even those who knew about the existence of the surreal grotesque before joining the Disaster Management Bureau mostly just paid lip service. The moment they actually see it, the shock can make their legs go weak."

"Normally, seeing these things and not panicking or wetting oneself would earn a C-class evaluation."

"Being able to understand the captain's orders and execute them smoothly would already be B-class."

"But these two, not only did they avoid all potential risks, but they even went out of their way to save other trainees. They never let their rationality be affected by this grotesque from beginning to end. They are simply… simply innate investigator saints…"

"Yes, their skills are good, and their shooting talent is surprisingly good too…"

"..."

Among the group of admirers, a bald man said sincerely, "This young man, he truly lives up to being chosen by Chief Zhang!"

"At the beginning, when Chief Zhang wanted to give him an A-rank evaluation, I thought he was playing favorites!"

"It turns out my judgment was poor. Although his spirituality and intuition are low, they are precisely the most suitable for this kind of mission. As expected, as expected, Chief Zhang's skill is still superior…"

"..."

Hearing his sigh, Zhang Chiguo's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Calling, calling..."

"Yes, yes, got it, got it..."

And in the midst of the overall confrontation with the fake humans, the little fatty captain was shouting and acting with great enthusiasm.

Although his voice was loud, his actions were few. His attention was mostly focused on Han Su and the camouflage man, only occasionally firing a casual shot when a fake human got too close, always managing to accurately knock them to the ground.

Watching the two of them shoot their guns, calm and decisive, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with horror:

"That soldier guy is one thing, it's professional conduct. But the other one..."

"Who's never held a gun before, yet dares to fire it so readily, shooting endlessly at things that are becoming more and more human-like..."

"He... he even smiled. His grin was harder to suppress than his gun..."

"...They all said a freak with over a dozen kills had joined the new recruits. Could it be him?"

"..."

This observation only ended when he heard something through his earpiece. He suddenly shook his head vigorously and shouted to Han Su and the camouflage man, "Stop, be alert!"

Han Su and the camouflage man immediately ceased firing, even as the "fake humans" grew closer, some even opening their eyes.

The colors on their bodies became more distinct, vaguely forming the creases and lines of suits. Their heads, no longer a stark white, began to show eerie black threads, forming hair.

Indeed, as the little fatty had said, they seemed to be evolving into "people."

Clothes were appearing on their bodies, hair on their heads. Some had even evolved glasses, leather shoes, and pink socks.

The little fatty strode forward, drew a dagger with one hand, and raised the other. He slashed his own palm with the blade, and blood immediately seeped out. He then used the blood as ink and drew a straight line on the ground.

The fake humans were advancing rapidly, about to cross the bloodline, but they suddenly stopped.

It seemed the bloodline exerted a pressure on them.

Then, the little fatty stood before the bloodline and quietly uttered something. It was very short but filled with a mysterious aura, as if the very air around them vibrated slightly.

A bizarre scene unfolded: the bloodline he had drawn on the ground seemed to come alive.

It wriggled and twisted slightly. The entire line drawn in blood looked like a swarm of red ants, and as the little fatty took a step forward, it slowly moved with him.

As the bloodline advanced, the fake humans retreated.

The little fatty seemed to be trying to force the fake humans back into the elevator using this method. However, just then, the elevator chimed again.

Immediately after, countless wax figures suddenly surged out of the elevator, looking like a white tide, overwhelming and engulfing the fake humans in front, surging forward madly.

The bloodline the little fatty had drawn was instantly compressed and then collapsed.

"This is bad, I can't stop them..."

The little fatty exclaimed, waving his still-bleeding hand and stepping aside, seemingly to avoid the wax figures rushing towards him.

Seeing the situation, the camouflage man next to him immediately prepared to step forward and rescue the little fatty, who was about to be trapped.

"So that's how it is..."

But Han Su instantly understood: "The final step of the assessment is to see what the trainees will do if the 'defense line' fails to hold?"

He yanked the camouflage man hard and shouted, "Fall back!"

The camouflage man let out a surprised sound, his face filled with confusion.

Han Su had saved his life earlier when everyone else was panicking, which had earned him Han Su's trust, unlike others. However, this decision still puzzled him.

But Han Su had no time to explain. He grabbed the camouflage man with his left hand and forcibly pulled him backward.

About four or five meters behind them, in the corridor, there was a row of stainless steel pull-down iron grates embedded in the ceiling. Han Su had noticed them when they first arrived; for someone who frequented the ancient castle, this was standard procedure.

At this moment, seeing more and more fake humans emerging, Han Su dragged the camouflage man to the iron grates. He leaped up, gave a strong pull, and the grate came down, firmly sealing the corridor.

BANG BANG BANG!

The fake humans were suddenly trapped behind the iron grates, along with the little fatty, whose expression was dazed:

"What are you guys doing?"

"I'm still in here..."