The full-equipment underwater simulation training ended in the third quarter of 2056, or to be more precise, when the first snow of the year fell on the surface.

It took Jiang Ling several days to recover from the feeling of being adrift in the water every day. No matter how adaptable a creature is, it can't adapt to sudden changes in its environment in an instant, and this iron law of nature also applies to the Awakened.

It was six o'clock in the evening. After dinner, she stayed in the dormitory, listening to the sound of Tang Wanzhou washing up in the private bathroom, and reviewed the instruction manual again.

The instruction manual, resembling a dictionary, contained six major categories of instructions, totaling 7,400 entries. Each entry represented hundreds of steps. Simply reading each entry would take days, and memorizing them all was practically impossible. However, according to their plan, trainees only needed to memorize the thousand or so important "emergency items" and any other major category of instructions within the allotted timeframe to pass.

Don't think that's easy. If you only look at the amount of data, even the minimum standard requires 12 million non-repeating serial numbers and words, which may be equivalent to retaking the twelve years of compulsory education before the war, and now they only have less than nine months.

Adhering to the principle that more skills are better than less, Jiang Ling took advantage of the time difference between her and Tang Wanzhou's return to the dormitory, relying on her psychic abilities to burn the dictionary into her memory in batches. As a result, during the second half of the underwater training, her operation became increasingly handy, and she received a good ranking in the final assessment.

Of course, there are more than a dozen more powerful masters ahead of her. Those people usually have the blessing of implants, such as her roommate who is elusive.

"Xiao Jiang, I'm done, it's your turn," Tang Wanzhou said to Jiang Ling, opening the frosted glass door. She was draped in a bath towel, her short chestnut hair adorned with water droplets, and the bulge of her breasts swung like two water bags as she walked, showcasing their wonderful elasticity.

"Got it!" Jiang Ling responded, but her hands did not stop moving. The sound of turning pages could be heard from the room from time to time.

"Huh? Are you still looking at that thing? Didn't you pass the test?" Tang Wanzhou's chin pressed on her shoulder, and Jiang Ling immediately felt a slightly warm pressure on her back.

"Then I must have passed! Otherwise, how could I go back to the dorm to rest?" Jiang Ling sniffed. It seemed that Sister Tang used the shampoo she picked out tonight. "I'm reviewing! What's the old saying? Oh, right—learning and practicing, isn't it a joy?"

"Really?" Tang Wanzhou shook his head and continued, "But there aren't any notes in your instruction book! Are you really reading it carefully?"

"What exactly do you want to ask?" Jiang Ling understood.

"Hehehe!" She laughed unexpectedly, then asked in a suspenseful tone, "Do you want to know how many people were eliminated in this round of assessment?"

"Mr. Duo?" Jiang Ling followed up her words and asked.

Tang Wanzhou smiled and said, "Sixty percent. Now there are only 61 people left, two platoons at most."

"Isn't this enough?" Jiang Ling continued to ask.

"No, the information I received was too much. And I also heard that the protagonist of the dormitory riot that day had not been screened out yet." She replied.

"Uh-huh?"

"To be honest, I know that guy. He is a member of the cult." Tang Wanzhou straightened up and continued.