5A-Class Player

The trainees, who had been rushing to memorize the handbook in the final moments, suddenly erupted into chaos. Many widened their eyes in disbelief: "Holy crap, four A-ranks right off the bat?"

"No, this guy doesn't seem to have studied the handbook much..."

"Aside from causing trouble, I never thought he was anything special..."

Amidst the astonished gazes, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses walked back, looking quite relaxed. Han Su nudged him and said, "Friend, didn't you only read the handbook for half an hour before? I never saw you studying it much..."

"This is simple?"

"Not exactly simple."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses with his middle finger. "There's an even higher S-class evaluation, but if I only had half an hour a week ago, I could only achieve A-class."

"Hmm?"

Han Su felt something was off.

Just then, amidst the low murmurs, the camouflage man next to him glanced at the handbook, which he had only flipped through three pages of, with some difficulty. He shook his head, seemingly resigned, and then got up to be the second person to enter the room.

He came out in just three minutes, and his information appeared above the doorframe:

[Codename: Black Tiger]
[Handbook: C]
[Insight: C]
[Adaptability: A]
[Interruption: A]
[Cipher: C]
[Execution: B]
[Additional Evaluation: None]

The training room buzzed with activity again, and many eyes filled with envy. "Two A-ranks, that's still pretty impressive..."

The camouflage man, however, looked dissatisfied and sat down in silence. After a while, as if struck by a thought, he suddenly turned and nodded towards Han Su, his eyes seemingly filled with respect.

"?"

Han Su inexplicably felt that the man was putting on a dramatic internal show of self-motivation and encouragement!

The girl in the black hoodie was third. She also looked stressed while flipping through the handbook, as if she had finally made a difficult decision. She resolutely put it down and got up to enter the room.

About ten minutes later, she emerged, and her information flashed above her head:

[Codename: Crow]
[Handbook: C]
[Insight: A]
[Adaptability: A]
[Interruption: A]
[Cipher: S]
[Execution: A]
[Additional Evaluation: S]

"Buzz"

The crowd outside erupted, disbelieving their eyes: "Four A's and two S's?"

"That's not right..."

Someone quickly discovered the issue. "Everyone else only has six results, and the instructor told us there were six training modules at the beginning. Why does she have seven?"

Only the girl in the black hoodie seemed dissatisfied with her results, looking at the C-class evaluation for the Handbook with deep shame.

She watched as other trainees began to enter the room one by one, and their results appeared. The vast majority didn't even have a single A, with mostly B's or C's.

Even D's were rare.

The Disaster Management Bureau seemed to have a habit of not giving out D-class evaluations lightly.

However, a few individuals who had shown unusual performance in the [Secret Words] training module and left the training were now receiving relatively good results. And judging by their confident demeanor, they seemed to have a clear path forward.

Seeing that it was about time, Han Su got up to join the queue and then entered the room.

Inside the room, there was no one, only a long table. Opposite it sat a machine connected by countless wires. The machine's screen displayed strings of text that flashed by continuously:

[Hello trainee Han Su, I am Miss Ai. I will assess your performance in the assessment mission and your cipher spell talent, and based on the evaluation report submitted by the staff, I will give you a final assessment and grouping recommendation. Do you have any questions?]
[...]

Han Su could only shake his head. "No."

[Now, please proceed to the final part of the assessment: demonstrate your understanding of the Executive Personnel Code of Conduct.]

Text flashed on the computer screen: [The entire Code of Conduct is 134,567 characters long. Reciting it word-for-word flawlessly is considered S-class.]

[All rules and clauses understood, able to accurately recount their expressed content, classified as A-class.]

[Excuse me, you...]

[...]

Han Su honestly replied, "I only memorized the first part of the execution regulations. For the three major chapters that followed, I only managed to skim through them and have a general idea of what they cover."

A string of data flashed across the computer screen, and then text appeared: "B-class."

Immediately after, another line of new text displayed: [Please answer the following three questions in order, with thirty seconds of thinking time for each question:]

[What is the weakness of the fake humans encountered during the internship mission? After entering reality, in what order do they change?]

Han Su concentrated slightly, recalling the results he had just observed, and answered one by one: [The weakness is in the chest. First, their clothes will change, then their facial features will appear, and finally, their real eyes, nostrils, and mouth will form.]

After thinking for a moment, he added, [The more they resemble real humans, the greater the effectiveness of bullets against them. Their weakness also seems to shift from the chest to the head, as if... they learned to be human, but also learned human "weaknesses!"]

The text flickered again: [Please answer: When the fake humans were about to break through the defense line, why did you lock your captain and the fake humans together behind the iron fence?]

Han Su replied, [Because the captain said from the beginning that he wanted to prevent these things from infiltrating reality. At that time, we were clearly unable to resist, so I had no choice but to lock him in with those fake humans.]

The text flickered: [Since you made that decision, why didn't you stop your teammate when he tried to pull up the iron fence again, an action contrary to yours?]

"Because I don't like to meddle..."

Han Su thought to himself, but said aloud, [Because it would cause conflict. If we started fighting each other due to differing ideologies, the outcome could either be me stopping him, or him killing me, which would result in a loss of blocking power.]

The string of text immediately began to flash, as if a large amount of data was being processed.

After about two seconds, another line of text popped up: [Based on normal reasoning, is the elevator or the building the one with the problem?]

All the questions were very simple, seemingly assessing the details they observed when facing the fake humans and the logic they deduced from what they saw?

For Han Su, this was familiar territory, like a low-level ancient castle adventure. Every adventure he had in the ancient castle seemed to be several magnitudes more difficult than this assessment by the Disaster Management Bureau.

After he answered them all one by one, the final question began to appear on the screen: [Student Han Su, do you have a preferred codename?]

[Disaster Management Bureau operatives are accustomed to using codenames for operations, which also serves as a protective measure for personal information. The final codename will be determined by combining the student's personal preferences and behavioral performance. Once selected, it cannot be changed.]

"Codename?"

Han Su pondered it seriously for a while, thought of a good one, and then walked out of the room.

Outside the door, countless people were anxiously watching the electronic information display above his head. Soon, they saw the assessment results flashing one by one:

[Codename: Butcher]

[Rules: B]

[Insight: A]

[Adaptability: A]

[Interdiction: A]

[Cipher: A]

[Execution: A]

[Additional Assessment: None]

"Holy crap, a 5A-class contestant?"

The crowd present, upon seeing this result unexpectedly, had their expressions turn incredibly bizarre.

If it were the guy with the gold-rimmed glasses, or the soldier fresh from the battlefield, it would be one thing. But this guy, who was carrying baggage, actually received such a high evaluation?

No, his codename...

My god, has the Disaster Management Bureau even tacitly approved of the things he's done?

Not only did the students fall into a dead silence, but Han Su, who turned around, was also stunned: "What the hell? My preferred codename wasn't Sparkling Handsome Man? Who gave me Butcher?"

In another office, Zhang Chiguo saw the result and "Pfft," spat out his tea.

He somewhat awkwardly wiped himself off before calming down and saying, "Could it be that something went wrong?"

"No."

The bald researcher beside him, whose admiration for Zhang Chiguo was like a surging river, stated decisively, "This report was based on the data we provided, and then Miss Ai made the judgment. She would never make a mistake."

"Even our report can only offer suggestions to Miss Ai. Since she adopted it, it means she believes our judgment is correct."

"Chief Zhang, you're truly amazing. I almost made a mistake..."

"..."

Facing the bald researcher's praise and worship, Zhang Chiguo was already sweating cold sweat, regretting inwardly: "This is bad. At first, I was just afraid his evaluation would be too low and he'd be assigned to D5/D6. Now, it seems he's become too high-profile..."

"People really shouldn't abuse the power they hold. I should have suppressed his spiritual intuition to D-class at the time..."

"However..."

As this slight annoyance arose in his mind, he subconsciously leaned in and clicked a few times on the monitor. Instantly, the footage of Han Su's elevator assessment began to play again.

Zhang Chiguo was watching these scenes for the umpteenth time, admiring Han Su's every action and reaction when facing those things.

Aside from the ghost truck, this was his first time seeing these things, yet Han Su had acted with exceptional rationality and precise judgment.

His first time using a gun made his stance a little awkward, but he already displayed excellent shooting talent.

Especially the act of locking the captain behind the fence without hesitation at the end, which Zhang Chiguo also admired, faintly giving him a pleasant surprise:

"I only thought that if he joined the Disaster Management Bureau, things wouldn't be too good. Even if I agreed to chat with him, it would mainly be to appease him. After all, if I really gave him the clues I knew, he wouldn't even live for a month..."

"But seeing his performance now, he's definitely qualified to be assigned to Group D2..."

"Perhaps, he's truly qualified to know some things?"