Chapter 33 Chapter 33: A Small Test
Chapter 33: A Small Test
"Mr. Kevin, please enter Training Room One."
A voice came from a speaker on the wall—it was Touch, who would evidently be directing this test via this method.
Kevin quickly entered a sub-room marked with the number ①. He was quite familiar with this kind of testing; it was always the same routine, back and forth.
"Next, we will conduct a physical strength test. Please, without using Originium Arts, strike the force gauge in front of you with your full strength 20 times."
Touch was very experienced and spoke methodically; clearly, this wasn't her first time directing someone through a test.
"Full strength strike?"
Kevin was slightly taken aback. Was this force gauge made of soul steel?
"That's correct, full strength strike."
She was a bit puzzled but still answered Kevin's question.
"......"
Kevin didn't act immediately. Instead, he walked to the side of the force gauge and glanced at the maximum force limit indicated on the nameplate.
"Please rest assured, Mr. Kevin. The force gauge we at Babel procured is the latest technology from Victoria. There's no need to worry about damage; it can withstand up to 5......"
Touch wasn't concerned about potential damage to the equipment. Since this device was purchased, there had never been anyone capable of exceeding its limits.
But before she could finish her sentence—
Whoosh! Thud!
The air in the room suddenly compressed. Kevin didn't assume any particular charging stance; he simply threw a casual punch, landing squarely on the force gauge, causing it to emit a muffled sound akin to a groan.
Yet, despite such a casual posture, faint white streaks resembling shockwave clouds swirled along the trajectory of his fist.
Beep! A piercing alarm blared noisily. The digital display screen of the force gauge instantly shot up to a blood-red high value!
50t!!!
Not a bit more, not a bit less—it stopped exactly at the maximum limit of this force gauge. Even one more unit of force might have directly scrapped this machine.
"Is that enough?"
Kevin withdrew his hand from the force gauge. A deep fist imprint remained on the target area, as if narrating the inhuman treatment it had just endured.
He had controlled his strength; at the very least, he believed he could help Babel avoid such unnecessary losses.
As for Touch's mention of "full strength," Kevin simply took it as a joke and didn't take it seriously.
"Enough... that's enough."
Touch swallowed hard, her pupils trembling slightly. Where did Her Highness find this monster?!
Fifty tons of punching force?! If that hit me, I'd probably be turned into paste, right? Pure-blooded Wendigo, stop hiding; hurry up and shed that human skin you're wearing.
"Hiss——"
The three elite Operators watching couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath. This guy simply wasn't human.
They could accept others being stronger than them, but wasn't this just too exaggerated?
Didn't you see even the usually calm Dr. Kal'tsit's eyebrow twitch? Theresa's eyes were shining, containing a trace of astonishment.
"Are there any other items?"
Kevin crossed his arms and asked indifferently.
"No... none for now. Please proceed to Training Room Two."
Touch unconsciously used honorifics. Actually, the physical strength test included more aspects than just measuring force, but that standard was only for ordinary people.
For a "monster" who could easily punch with fifty tons of force while clearly holding back, other aspects naturally wouldn't be lacking either. Supporting such terrifying strength required an equally exaggerated physical body. So, other items like impact resistance were omitted by Touch.
Outstanding! She filled in this rating on the report with her pen.
Now she finally understood why Kevin had been puzzled by her suggestion of "full strength."
"Next is the battlefield mobility test. This approximately 650-meter-long passage will have special spheres shot from the surrounding walls. While traversing the passage, the fewer times you are hit and the shorter your passage time, the higher your evaluation."
"Can we begin?"
Simple and practical rules, simultaneously testing physiological speed and reaction speed—a relatively scientific method.
Kevin's eyes showed no fluctuation. His flat tone sounded even more severe than urging to Touch's ears.
"Mhm, preparing..."
Small holes in the passage began shooting out black spheres. The spheres, propelled by momentum, bounced off the walls or collided with other spheres, making their trajectories even more elusive.
"Begin!"
Step—! End!
From start to finish, only one footstep sounded. The high-speed airflow directly deflected the black spheres. Kevin's figure shot forward like an arrow; his long coat tails didn't hinder his movement in the slightest. In less than a second, he was already standing at the finish line.
His hair settled slightly; his breathing hadn't even become the slightest bit irregular because of this.
"Next?"
He didn't want to waste time. Naturally, such boring formalities were better completed as quickly as possible.
Thus, under everyone's gaze as if witnessing a miracle.
Battlefield Mobility: Outstanding!
Able to move freely for extended periods in extreme high-heat or high-cold environments without showing any signs of being affected.
Physiological Tolerance: Outstanding!
Kevin didn't seem like a newcomer here for testing but rather a player here to speedrun Babel's Operator entry records. When such exaggerated data was laid out before everyone, they clearly realized the severity of the situation.
After Kevin answered questions from Babel's Tactical Question Bank, a total of 131 items were improved. Following simulated battlefield verification, Babel's Tactical Question Bank AI subsequently automatically entered a major update mode.
Tactical Planning: Outstanding!
It was already hard for several people to remain calm. Anto stared with shining eyes at Kevin walking slowly towards them.
This new Operator... ah no no no, this is "Big Daddy"! Must cling tightly to his thigh! As long as you build a good relationship, this is a super safety rope that can pull you out even on the battlefield!
"Um... Mr. Kevin, what can be tested in the training rooms is basically finished. As for combat experience..."
Touch was somewhat troubled. According to her original plan, she had hoped to pull an idle elite Operator to handle this item.
Combat experience couldn't be measured with rigid data; the variance here was quite broad, and errors were almost subjective in nature.
But an elite Operator could often serve as an examiner; after all, those who could surpass these battle-hardened veterans in pure combat skills were few and far between.
Crawling through piles of corpses was no joke. Perhaps they didn't possess exaggerated Originium Arts, but their efforts in various aspects fully compensated for that.
However...
Touch helplessly looked back. The three elite Operators who had just been watching the miracle instantly hid like quails, completely devoid of any pretense of being elite Operators.
my goat casually breaking every measuring device