Not Such an Inconvenient Thing

"Did you take a nap in the elevator?"

Thirteen Yao, standing outside the elevator, said.

"Sorry, Minister. The elevator malfunctioned, so I was delayed for a while."

Liu Zheng explained.

"Don't talk nonsense. Since I started working at the bathhouse, none of those three elevators has ever broken down."

Thirteen Yao rolled his eyes.

Those elevators might look like they could be scrapped at any moment, and their functionality might indeed be lacking, but when it came to durability, they were absolutely tougher than elevators in the real world.

"I misspoke. It wasn't broken, just a minor malfunction."

He corrected himself.

"Is that so?"

Thirteen Yao sized Liu Zheng up, seemingly trying to spot some clue.

"Not only did you come out unscathed after riding the elevator for the first time, but you don't even look mentally drained. Aren't you a little too capable for a newcomer?"

He spoke meaningfully.

Those three elevators definitely had the effect of refining employees, but they certainly were not meant to kill them all.

Generally speaking, the first elevator ride was mainly a test of one's mental fortitude.

After all, newcomers usually were not particularly strong. No matter how strong they were, they could not be stronger than those guests.

To do the job well, what mattered more was the ability to withstand mental pressure.

Thirteen Yao had seen the most outstanding newcomers turn pale after their first elevator ride.

Someone like Liu Zheng, whose face was not pale and whose heart did not race—who even seemed to be enjoying it—was something he had truly never seen before.

Of course, he had misunderstood Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng was not enjoying it. He was merely a little happy because his reward had arrived.

"Obtained the 'Blade Intent Infusion' status. It will disappear after triggering three