Behind-the-Scenes Scoring

The night was quiet. In a cabin deep within the forest, an old-fashioned chandelier cast a dim yellow glow.

An Association administrator held a pen as he flipped through thick lists and report forms page by page. Frowning, he let out a heavy breath.

"This year..." He looked up at the older examiner across from him, his voice tinged with emotion. "How long has it been since we've seen so many newcomers with such different personalities?"

"Exactly." The older administrator kept his head lowered as he sorted through the files. "We went through the data three times before confirming these twenty-four people. There are still plenty we haven't finished organizing."

The files spread across the table were densely numbered and neatly sorted by group.

He pointed at a chart. "No. 405, No. 99, No. 404, and No. 403. These four maintained contact throughout the first three stages and complement each other extremely well—one has strong physical ability, one has keen observation skills, one reacts quickly, and one communicates well. They're practically a naturally formed team."

The older administrator nodded. "We specifically cross-checked them a while ago, especially No. 99. He may look young, but his reaction speed is top-tier. Add No. 405's instincts and the steady temperaments of No. 404 and No. 403, and they might create some sparks in the tower."

The other administrator smiled. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to seeing how much trouble they stir up in the tower."

After saying that, he turned another page, and his expression gradually became serious.

"No. 301, registered name... Gittarackur." He read the name slowly.

"This one." The older examiner frowned. "Honestly, he's a bit of a headache. His performance in the first three stages... cold, goal-oriented, barely interacts with anyone. He's the lone-wolf type."

Kittan nodded. "Yeah, he's not suited