Although Kallen had said before the tests that he would break the equipment, he had not been sure he could actually do it. Once he put his hand into the vat, however, his confidence came.
This testing instrument had been designed for the Knight Order's recruitment process, so its upper limit was not particularly high. At least, to Kallen, it was not absurdly high.
The Eye of Order swirled, and his Soul Power poured out. Even in ordinary combat, Kallen rarely mobilized all his Soul Power like this. There was never such a quiet, suitable environment, and his opponents would not stand stupidly in front of him, watching him slowly gather strength.
The vat could not withstand Kallen's Soul Power, nor could the liquid inside it display Soul Power of this level anymore. After a brief silence, a violent eruption followed.
His "mediocrity" in the physical examination meant Kallen had to deliberately show what he could do now.
The only thing he had miscalculated was how poorly made the vat was. Shattered porcelain and liquid sprayed everywhere. Had Kallen not promptly withdrawn his hand into his sleeve while twisting aside, and had his Clerical Robes not offered a degree of physical protection, his face and hands might already have been slashed and disfigured.
Even so, he could not avoid getting drenched, and the liquid was sticky.
Kallen stood up and shook the jelly off his Clerical Robes. Everything around him fell silent.
The military doctor responsible for recording the results had fallen to the floor, a clear wound on his face.
Kallen held out his hand, and the military doctor reached out toward him.
"The examination form," Kallen reminded him.
"Oh, right."
The military doctor awkwardly withdrew his hand, quickly wrote the highest assessment in that section of the examination