Having had enough of the instructor's criticism, Shi Jin finally had a rare break.

She returned to the bench where her belongings were, and picked up the kettle, carelessly sticking her coat to her leg.

Soon, a familiar vibration and sound came from the uniform coat:

"Ms. Fulan thinks Shi Jin has made progress~

"If you keep working hard at this level, your chances of passing the test should be 10%."

When he heard the first half of the sentence, Shi Jin thought that Fran was a really considerate and kind cat, but when he heard the second half, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Where on earth did this guy learn such a weird attitude?

Or does she have no idea that talking like this can be upsetting?

Thinking of this, Shi Jin felt a little annoyed but also slightly relieved.

She was actually worried that the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult had some plans for her, but when the devilish training began, she no longer had any thoughts in this regard.

The other party may have deeper intentions, but at least they are sincere in using me.

Fran is like a hidden camera, monitoring Shi Jin's training from various angles every day.

Like an overseer on a production line.

Thinking of this, Shi Jin also remembered the chance encounter with Fran during this period.

It seems that there is nothing in the world that the cat cannot transform, from an inconspicuous barbell plate to clothes that are exactly the same as the standard style, to a dinner plate handed to him...

The air seemed to be filled with flan.

What Shi Jin didn't know was that while she was developing her abilities through various physical and reaction training exercises, Fran was also constantly honing her own transformation skills.

This is not only to complete Lin Qingliu's mission, but also to reflect Fulan's desire to go outside the city and to her birthplace.

At that time, she was still in an unconscious state, and all her memories seemed so vague. Now that she has a master, the ability to think, and the ability to change, she also wants to know what those spores in the air are.

In corners that no one pays attention to, a lot of miscellaneous items are lost every day throughout the Ministry of Internal Affairs, whether it is the lid of a swill bucket or a dusty folding chair...

In short, everything that can be seen is tainted with Fran's scent. She is the best lurker.

"How many times can your ability speed up subjective time now?"

Hearing Fran's question, Shi Jin thought for a moment and said:

"About four times. If it's more, I'll break out in a cold sweat and it'll affect my subsequent condition."

"Okay, then let's try to extend the duration by four times. Now let me tell you about your mission objectives."

"Mission objective?"

"Yes, here is the information about the team you plan to join. If you want to join the team, you have to take an assessment, and the general assessment method is to use your abilities to fight against the team members in turns."

Shi Jin nodded slightly when she heard that. After recent special training, she had already mastered certain fighting skills. But when she heard the first person introduced by Fran, her confidence, which had just fluctuated a little, collapsed again.

"Fresnel, a B-class esper, was promoted to the third level two years ago. He is currently the captain of the 25th esper team. His ability is to gather sunlight to cause burning damage."

The brief introduction of the ability made Shi Jin's face fall.

When her ability [Evanescence] is activated, everything around her will slow down due to her subjective acceleration.

This is how objects fall to the ground, how sound propagates, and even the air becomes viscous.

But there is one thing that is not like this, and that is light.

Even in that realm, the light didn't seem to be affected at all.

And she will face a man who can manipulate light in more than 20 days...

"Do you need me to defeat him?"

Shi Jin's expression became serious, with a hint of fear hidden in it.

"What nonsense are you talking about? That guy's ability is almost invincible within the medium range on a sunny day.

"The creatures that were hit by that strong light were carbonized by the high temperature before even a drop of blood could flow out of the wound."

Fran muttered softly, memories of the past coming to her mind.

At that time, she still had two heads.

She was able to leap onto the city wall with the help of the three-headed eagle’s claws, and saw with her own eyes that more than a dozen strange beasts born from the blue cocoons were pierced through one by one by Fresnel’s strong light, just like a few-year-old child stringing together insects with bamboo sticks...

Shi Jin didn't know why Fran's voice suddenly trembled a little, she just silently memorized the knowledge.

Fran thought about the past secretly and continued:

"Their method of assessment is not to defeat, but... how should I put it? It's something called adaptability.

“In other words, it would be great if you could beat them, but even if you can’t, as long as you show enough value to their team, they are very likely to accept you.

"But this doesn't mean you can take your training lightly. They definitely won't accept waste."

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“A-choo!”

Fresnel sneezed, and a beam of light as thick as his wrist trembled on the target four hundred meters away, cutting off the entire head of the human-shaped target.

He immediately stopped releasing his abilities and started watching the replay with the help of a professional superpower development team.

The best release distance of Fresnel's ability is within one hundred meters. Within this range, he is in a stable state and is confident that he can gather the light to a point as big as the tip of a pen, completing the ultra-high-density gathering of energy.

But at a distance of one hundred meters, Fresnel's ability will slowly get out of his control, and the light beam as thick as a pen tip will gradually become as thick as a pencil.

Although it is still instantly fatal to ordinary humans, its power has been reduced.

At a distance of 400 meters, Fresnel's ability is more deterrent than lethal.

He had tried his best, but the beam of light still expanded to the thickness of a baby's arm.

"Pause and start measuring data."

As everyone was watching the replay, the administrator responsible for drawing up the plan outline for Fresnel suddenly spoke.

The professionals immediately did as they were told and eventually reported the measurement results to Fresnel and the administrator.

“That’s three millimeters less than last week’s limit radius.”

Hearing this, the administrator's smile was even more obvious than Fresnel's:

"You've made rapid progress, Mr. Fresnel. I believe you can also feel the fulfillment brought by your growing strength, right?"

Fresnel nodded perfunctorily, but his mind was not on this matter:

"Mr. Administrator, by the end of the month, how much will the 400-meter radius of capability be reduced to?"

The administrator calculated silently for a while and gave his answer.

When Fresnel heard the number, there was no noticeable change in his expression.

“Hope everything goes well.”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up his coat and went to the training ground of other teammates to check on the situation.