Chapter 154
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Chapter 154: Cat Special Training
Exhausted by the instructor’s relentless criticism, Shi Jin finally embraced a much-needed break.
She returned to the bench where her belongings lay, and as she reached for her water bottle, she absentmindedly pressed her jacket against her leg.
Soon, the familiar vibration and voice emanated from the standard-issue jacket:
“Ms. Fulan believes Shi Jin has made progress!
“If you maintain this level of effort, your chances of passing the assessment should be around ten percent.”
Upon hearing the first part, Shi Jin thought Fulan was quite an empathetic cat, but the latter part shattered her composure.
Where on earth did this creature learn to speak so sarcastically?
Or was she truly unaware that such words could be deeply hurtful?
With this thought, Shi Jin felt a blend of irritation and a slight sense of relief.
She had indeed been concerned about the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult’s potential schemes against her, but once the grueling training began, those worries dissipated.
They might harbor deeper motives, but at least their use of her seemed genuine for now.
Fulan was like a hidden camera, scrutinizing Shi Jin’s training from every angle each day.
Like a foreman on a production line.
This reflection brought to mind the recent encounters Shi Jin had with Fulan.
It seemed there was nothing the cat couldn’t transform into—from mundane weight plates to clothes indistinguishable from the standard issue, even to a plate handed to her…
The air seemed saturated with Fulan’s presence.
Unbeknownst to Shi Jin, while she was honing her abilities through various physical and reaction training, Fulan was also refining her transformation skills.
This was not merely to fulfill Lin Qingliu’s task but also driven by Fulan’s yearning for the outside world, for her birthplace.
Back then, she had not yet awakened, and all memories were a blur. Now, with a master, the ability to think, and the skill to transform, she was eager to uncover the nature of those spores drifting in the air.
In the unnoticed corners of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, numerous random items went missing daily—be it the lid of a Water Barrel or a dusty folding chair…
In essence, everything visible bore Fulan’s essence; she was the ultimate infiltrator.
“How many times can you accelerate subjective time with your ability now?”
Hearing Fulan’s question, Shi Jin pondered for a moment and replied:
“About four times. Any more than that, and I’ll break into a cold sweat, which would affect my subsequent state.”
“Alright, then focus on extending the duration based on that fourfold acceleration. Now, let me brief you on your task objective.”
“Task objective?”
“Yes, it pertains to the team you aim to join. To gain entry, you must pass an assessment, which typically involves using your abilities to spar with the team members in turns.”
Shi Jin nodded slightly. After recent special training, she had acquired certain combat skills. However, when Fulan introduced the first individual, her recently bolstered confidence crumbled once more.
“Fresnel, a B-level superpowered individual, promoted to Third Level two years ago, currently the captain of the twenty-five superhero team. His ability is to gather sunlight to inflict burning damage.”
The brief description of his ability made Shi Jin’s face fall.
When her ability, Ephemeral, activated, everything around her would slow down due to her subjective acceleration.
Objects fall to the ground in this manner, sounds propagate similarly, and even the air becomes viscous.
Yet, there is one exception: light.
Even within such domains, light appears entirely unaffected.
And in just over twenty days, she would confront a man capable of manipulating light…
“Do I need to defeat him?”
Shi Jin’s expression grew serious, concealing a flicker of fear.
“What nonsense are you talking about? That man’s ability is nearly invincible at mid-range on clear days.
“Any creature struck by that bright light is carbonized at the wound without shedding a single drop of blood.”
Fulan murmured softly, her heart stirring with memories of the past.
Back then, she still had two heads. Using the claws of the Three-headed Eagle to scale the city wall, she witnessed dozens of extraordinary beasts emerging from blue cocoons being pierced one by one by Fresnel’s bright light, like a child skewering insects with a bamboo stick…
Shi Jin didn’t understand why Fulan’s voice suddenly trembled, but she quietly committed the information to memory.
Fulan lingered on the memories for a moment before continuing:
“Their evaluation isn’t based on defeating them, but rather… how should I put it? It’s something called adaptability.
“In other words, while defeating them is ideal, even if you can’t, as long as you demonstrate sufficient value to their team, they are likely to accept you.
“But that doesn’t mean you can slack off in your training; they absolutely will not tolerate incompetence.”
—
“Ah-choo!”
Fresnel sneezed, causing a beam of light as thick as his wrist to tremble on a target four hundred meters away, severing the entire head of the humanoid target.
He promptly ceased the release of his ability and began reviewing the replay with the assistance of a professional superpowers development team.
Fresnel’s ability is most effective within a hundred meters; within this range, in his stable state, he can focus the light to a point as fine as the tip of a pen, achieving an ultra-high density energy concentration.
Beyond a hundred meters, Fresnel’s control over his ability gradually wanes, and the beam of light thickens to the size of a pencil.
While still instantly lethal to an ordinary human, its potency diminishes.
At four hundred meters, the deterrent effect of Fresnel’s ability outweighs its lethality.
He exerted himself to the fullest, yet the beam still expanded to the thickness of a baby’s arm.
“Pause it, let’s start measuring the data.”
As everyone was watching the replay, the administrator in charge of Fresnel’s training plan suddenly spoke.
The professionals swiftly complied, eventually presenting the measurement results to Fresnel and the administrator.
“It’s three millimeters shorter than last week’s maximum radius.”
Hearing this, the administrator’s smile was even more pronounced than Fresnel’s:
“Remarkable progress, Mr. Fresnel. I trust you can feel the satisfaction that comes with your growing power, can’t you?”
Fresnel nodded half-heartedly, his mind elsewhere:
“Administrator, you mentioned that by the end of the month, how much will the ability radius at four hundred meters decrease?”
The administrator silently calculated for a moment before providing his answer.
Fresnel heard the number, but his expression remained unchanged.
“I hope everything goes smoothly.”
He wiped the sweat from his brow, picked up his jacket, and headed to check on the training progress of his other teammates.
