Giant Soldier Project.
This was the first time Zheng Qing had heard the name of this project.
But based on related information Professor Monteria later mentioned—"Aptitude Candidates" and "the other six"—he easily deduced that the so-called "Giant Soldier Project" was likely the one Edge Academy was conducting.
Yet Zheng Qing's mind was in turmoil. He had neither the inclination to ponder why that prosthetic experimental subject, which was neither particularly large nor especially formidable in combat, had been given the name "Giant God Soldier," nor did he feel the slightest pleasure at having cleverly caught a slip in Professor Monteria's words.
On the contrary, for a wizard as ordinarily rigorous and serious as Professor Monteria to make such an obvious verbal slip showed just how distraught he was at the moment.
The circumstances of the other six people he had mentioned also sent a chill through the young teaching assistant.
If not for the crowd surrounding him, what he most wanted to do right now was lie before Dylan's tall wardrobe mirror and carefully inspect the wrinkles on his face.
So when the black-robed wizard approached him again with a magic-energy plate, Zheng Qing eagerly lifted his robe and exposed his belly. The room was not cold on that summer night, but when the icy copper plate touched his skin, goosebumps still rose uncontrollably across his back, arms, and cheeks.
"Relax a little."
The black-robed wizard assisting with the examination softly reassured him. "When you're mentally tense, the readings for your body, blood, magic power, and so on will all be skewed, which will affect the final conclusion."
Without another word, Zheng Qing pulled out a Calming Talisman and slapped it onto his forehead.
Like a zombie that had just crawled out of a Coffin.
It did not look good,