Boring Daily Assessment

Seven o'clock sharp.

The more than two hundred new recruits of this Elite Training Camp class had assembled on the training ground.

Noah was the last to arrive, making it just in time. As he joined the ranks, he could clearly feel nearly everyone's gaze focusing on him.

The girls, in particular, kept their eyes fixed tightly on him, with hardly anyone willing to look away.

Noah felt rather helpless about this.

A Charm stat of 13 was starting to bring about a qualitative change through sheer quantity.

These past few days, whenever he walked along the tree-lined paths of Marine Headquarters, he often saw young female Marines glance back at him after passing by, only to absentmindedly walk straight into lamp posts or the trunks of white maple trees.

Hmm, the repairmen and gardeners at headquarters had probably been quite busy lately...

He truly felt sorry for them.

A few minutes later.

Zephyr appeared at the entrance to the training ground. With a toothpick in his mouth, he stepped onto the platform, his brow tightly furrowed as though he were in a poor mood. Behind him stood a row of instructors with their hands clasped behind their backs.

A mature, bespectacled woman of around thirty-seven or thirty-eight, with long black hair, stepped out from behind Zephyr. Holding a roster, she swept her gaze over all the recruits and began calling roll.

Her name was Vivian. Before moving to a less active position, she had been a headquarters colonel, and she was also the only female instructor in the entire Elite Training Camp.

"Maynard."

"Present!"

"Kesha."

"Present!"

The first two recruits called were among the earliest to report for this class. They were both quite formidable, and their usual rankings had remained near the top, only slightly below Noah and