Chapter 1002: 0599 The Last Competition

That's right! Can't I just drill under the table?

After receiving the reminder from the Pisces Director, a group of reference cleaners suddenly realized.

These perverts with "talent," no matter how intense the commotion they made, only collided with each other above the desktop and never invaded the area under the table. And the position below their chests indeed did not suffer any attacks.

Really... if you could do this, why didn't you say so earlier?

Not without resentment, looking at the Pisces Director who closed his eyes, more than two-thirds of the cleaners, unable to bear the exam environment that was worse than torture, rushed to drill under the table one after another, escaping the increasingly fierce dragon fight above, full of the joy of surviving a disaster.

It's just that after drilling under the table, because they couldn't see the "tree" behind the Pisces Director, the drawing on the test paper naturally couldn't continue. No matter how gorgeous their "trees" were, their scores were completely fixed at the current level.

*Sigh*, the first batch of zero-point waste has been screened out.

The black and white eyeballs circled the examination room outside the dream bubble, recorded all the cleaners who chose to drill under the table, the Pisces Director sitting on the lecture table picked up a pen and drew zeros one by one in the beast-skin notebook.

The upper limit of a cleaner's ability is their own talent, while the lower limit is the courage to face danger and the perseverance to never give up in adversity.

If in such a safe environment where they wouldn't die, or even really get hurt, they didn't have the courage to fight for it, then no matter how good their talent was, I guess they wouldn't have the chance to cash it in.

You must know that the Cleaning Bureau has countless opponents, and the abilities of various anomalous objects are even more varied. No one can guarantee that they won't flip over in their lifetime. Even as strong as the Twelve Directors, it is inevitable to encounter a few times of seemingly desperate situations.

If they don't even think about fighting when they have been told it's absolutely safe, then when they step on a dead end one day, how can they have the courage to face death? Such people definitely won't become anything, and even if they are lucky enough to rise, losing their lives is only a matter of time.

Hmm... forget it, let's give the table-drillers 1 point. Giving all zeros is a bit too absolute.

Looking at the waste who drilled under the table, those who hadn't completely given up but were gritting their teeth and occasionally sticking their heads out to take a look, then lying on the chairs to continue drawing, the Pisces Director hesitated slightly, then moved his pen to change the scores again.

Those who drill under the table and don't get up are still zeros. This kind of cowardly thing is not worth looking forward to. But the remaining cleaners who are still poking their heads are barely worth the 1-point attitude score.

They lack the courage to face death. In a situation where they have been told they won't die and can polish their talent, they still don't dare to fight. But as long as they haven't given up directly, they are still worth saving. If they experience two more life-and-death crises, there is a possibility of practicing their courage.

However, those are things for the future. The remaining one-third of the cleaners who are sitting on chairs, screaming miserably while gritting their teeth and insisting on drawing, are the pillars of the Bureau's future. Regardless of how long they can persist, and regardless of what they can draw, everyone is worth a passing score of 30 points.

Looking at the remaining cleaners with gratification, and amidst their miserable ghostly wails, completing the basic scoring one by one, the Pisces Director withdrew his eyes and began to wait for the remaining people to show their unique talent to their heart's content.

And under the heavy pressure of the predecessors' "talent," the remaining one hundred-plus cleaners' brains could no longer hold any extra thoughts, all of them were writing furiously, almost burning themselves out.

In less than three minutes, all the cleaners who hadn't drilled under the table had finished their test papers, showing their unique talent.

Rusty chains, holeless masks, fox heads with blue flames burning in their eye sockets;

Stitched dolls, withered labyrinths, music boxes with two skeletons dancing in an embrace;

All kinds of strange images, under the suppression of gloomy gray mist and flying feathers all over the sky, extremely difficultly penetrated from the test paper, protecting the cleaners next to them who had already drawn to the point of exhaustion, like a group of unlucky guys who fell into the sewer, floating and sinking in the muddy yellow stream with them.

And besides these cleaners whose talent was insufficient and only barely held on without being swallowed, there were about twenty elites who showed talent that was far inferior to flying feathers and gray mist, but comparable to muddy streams. The bull-horned man on Li Ang's right was one of them.

"Heh, I underestimated you."

Holding the neck of the centipede ant he drew, looking at Li Ang next to him who was eroded by various talents and covered in cracks, and was covered in blood, the bull-horned man couldn't help but sneer, and said without covering up:

"I didn't expect that although your talent is not very good, you are quite capable of enduring!"

"..."

Is there such a possibility, I'm actually not enduring, but I didn't feel any pain at all?

【Through the detailed explanation of the creator, as well as your own observation and summary, you have obtained a large amount of information about "talent," and the exotic badge "Materialist Soul (Crimson)" is activated.

Because you have thoroughly understood the operating rules of "talent," your resistance to this anomalous object has increased significantly, and you are already able to shield against extremely deep levels of influence.】

After turning off the popped-up panel, Li Ang, whose flesh and blood on his face were fading rapidly, and whose face was replaced by a holeless mask, turned his head sideways, glanced at the bull-horned man covered in bruises, and responded quite politely:

"It's okay, you're not bad either."

"?!"

Listening to Li Ang's answer without any trembling, looking at his weird face that was frantically eroded by various talents and was more like a monster than a human, the bull-horned man's pupils couldn't help but shrink sharply.

With his own "talent" protecting him, he, who only needed to bear the aftermath of two or three kinds of "talent," was in so much pain that his muscles were tense, and this kid had more than forty kinds of other people's talents on him, frantically pulling and tearing at each other, how could he still sit there like a nothing-happened person?

Looking at Li Ang, who turned his head back after answering him, sat upright in his seat, and had no reaction at all, the bull-horned man couldn't help but fall into silence.

This kid... is a bit outrageous!

There is also the woman who speaks wildly next to him. The talent shown by that yellow woman was only a little worse than the "Angel" and "Death God," so the words she said before about having confidence in poisoning everyone and helping this kid take first place were likely not bragging.

If that's the case... even if I can't completely eliminate this kid, I must do something to suppress his score as much as possible!

"Pisces-sama!"

After sizing up Li Ang and the two of them with fear, the bull-horned man shouted to the lecture table in the distance:

"I've finished the test paper, can I move around a bit?"

Hmm?

Hearing the bull-horned man's words, the Pisces Director raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said with great interest:

"How do you want to move around? Tell me."

"I want to sit closer to others."

After sweeping a glance at Li Ang, who was covered in bruises beside him, the bull-horned man's mouth twitched, and he smiled with malice in his eyes:

"When my 'talent' gets close to others and adds pressure to them, other people's 'talent' is also getting close to me, adding extra pressure to me... I shouldn't be violating the rules by doing this, right?"

"Not violating."

Glancing at Li Ang, who was already unrecognizable but still sitting in his position in a completely relaxed manner, the Pisces Director's white eyebrows twitched, then nodded slightly:

"Bearing the pressure brought by other people's 'talent' is originally part of this exam. You can get close to whoever you want, I have no opinion, and I even welcome you to do so.

In addition, there is one more thing I can reveal to you. The specific ranking of this assessment will be calculated according to the length of time you persist. Only when there is only one person left will this assessment completely end... Alright, that's all I have to say. You can go do what you want to do." ===== CHAPTER 1004 =====