Chapter 161
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Chapter 161: "Priority" Choice
Fresnel subtly furrowed his brow, feeling that placing this superpowered individual at the top might say something about the quality of those who followed.
He turned to the next page to continue reviewing the individual his teammates had ranked second.
Superpowered individual Liu Demira (ID 15036), whose ability was to raise the temperature of surrounding objects.
Fresnel concluded that this young girl’s ability was a diluted version of his own when combined with Team One’s Disaster Core powers.
Liu Demira could selectively heat an area of about ten meters around her; the smaller the area and the closer it was to her, the higher the temperature limit, which could even rapidly melt common steel.
Even without deliberate control, the scorching air could gather around her, forming a protective barrier that would quickly char any enemies who got too close.
She had both offensive and self-defense capabilities, and unlike Fresnel, she didn’t suffer from night-time inefficacy. This likely explained why his teammates had ranked her second.
But…
Fresnel didn’t think he was being overly critical. Exploring beyond the city walls could lead to anything, and he needed to eliminate all potential risks.
So, if Team One were to be scattered and Liu Demira had to use her ability to create a barrier, would she inadvertently roast the Puppet Master inside his life pod?
That would be a disaster.
When Puppet Master Su Xiaogu activated her possession ability, her body was completely devoid of consciousness.
If a fire were to ignite at that moment, the steel coffin would turn into a frying pan.
To ensure the safety of the superpowered individuals, researchers had limited their studies on her abilities to avoid causing harm or psychological shadows.
Fresnel couldn’t know whether the Puppet Master’s consciousness would dissipate if her body died, or if it would be trapped within the possessed humanoid body, or if she could freely move between various bodies.
He wouldn’t gamble with the lives of his teammates.
After imagining several scenarios, Fresnel turned to the next page.
Superpowered individual Shi Jin (ID 16000), whose ability was to subjectively accelerate her own time, enabling rapid movement and thought.
During the first round of review, Fresnel had noticed this superpowered individual, but her criminal history had significantly diminished his favorable impression, placing her low on his list.
Surprisingly, after the selections made by three teammates, this criminal had risen again to be among the top three.
If her criminal past was set aside, this superpower was indeed versatile.
In Fresnel’s understanding, there were only two types of versatile powers: the first type was so powerful that it was irreplaceable and had no weaknesses, and the second type wasn’t obviously strong but had useful applications in various fields.
Shi Jin’s ability clearly fell into the second category.
Unlike the wind or heating-type superpowered individuals he had just seen, this ability to enhance the body was somewhat similar to Wang Xiao’s, with its effectiveness largely depending on whether the user’s brain was sufficiently developed.
After a moment of reflection, Fresnel decided to test this thief’s worth; if she proved herself, even he, who wasn’t overly rigid, had no reason to refuse.
Soon, a superpowered individual was called by name to stand on the stage in front of the twenty-plus candidates, like a product available for selection.
This was the individual Shi Jin had jokingly referred to as the Construction Worker.
After a few of the team leaders took a good look, two of them were eager to try.
A tall, thin man stood up from his seat, glancing around at the other team leaders, appearing polite as if asking for their approval to be the first to inspect the merchandise.
“Captain, do you know that person?”
Beacon, who was about to watch the fight, quietly asked Fresnel:
“He seems quite polite.”
Fresnel’s mouth twitched, unsure how to respond, and finally managed to squeeze out a sound from his throat:
“Heh.”
It seemed someone really wasn’t familiar with that Gentleman’s, as another Captain stood up from his seat, and then they heard a gentle and indifferent voice:
“I came first, didn’t I?”
The voice seemed to echo directly in his ear, as if the Gentleman’s had somehow rested his head on his shoulder.
This man, who entered later, appeared to recall something, smiled awkwardly, and sat back down, watching the Stoic-looking Captain walk slowly into the arena.
“Tsk tsk~ Someone is about to get hit.”
Fresnel looked at the sturdy-looking boy below with a touch of pity.
“Captain, do you know that person?”
“I know you might not be too familiar with those people… In our base, the five small teams share dorms side by side…
“And us superpowered individuals who awakened our abilities at a young age trained together. He and I are from the same batch.
“He was the top student of that session.”
“So, Captain, you can’t beat him?”
“On the day of the exam, the venue was a bit dark, and my abilities were somewhat limited…”
“So you lost, right?”
“…”
Fresnel’s tone turned rigid, sounding as though he was a bit defensive.
Soon, the Gentleman’s had arrived at the center of the arena. He looked at the boy, who was barely more than half his age, and introduced himself:
“I am the Captain of Team Twelve, [Crusher]. Our team currently needs a defensive-oriented member.
“Block three of my attacks, and you will become a member of my team.”
The sturdy-looking boy nodded dumbly, glancing at the remaining Captains on the stage, as if silently signaling something.
“No need to doubt, today’s selection order prioritizes higher-ranked teams and those with fewer vacancies.”
Crusher looked at the superpowered individuals behind him, his gaze resting momentarily on Fresnel,
“So, my team is first in line, and no one can compete with us.”
“Captain, didn’t you say that no one could compete with those we set our sights on?”
Crusher’s voice was moderate, soon attracting Beacon’s interest as she curiously asked Fresnel.
“Not that, it’s just we didn’t set our sights on that person below.”
Fresnel remained stubborn:
“That’s why we ranked him fourth.”
Beacon pouted and muttered softly:
“Then the top three will be gone soon.”
“Impossible!”
Fresnel finally lost his composure, his expression twisting as he looked at Beacon and declared assertively:
“Our third choice will at least leave us with one!”
Beacon’s expression had taken on a playful quality, as if she saw through all of Fresnel’s pretenses.
She opened her mouth lightly, her soft words carrying an endless power:
“Ah, right, right, right.”
