"The assessment for the Tower of the Dead is divided into two paths. One focuses on research ability, and the other focuses on combat talent. Your Majesty, please take a look."
Death swung his scythe, and a live video feed appeared in the air.
Jiang Yan looked up and found that the images displayed completely different worlds on the left and right.
The left side resembles a large experimental field.
You can see some people engrossed in their research, working day and night.
Occasionally, a flash of inspiration would strike, and he would run to the sewing workshop nearby, selecting materials from a bottomless pit to assemble some strange creature.
At this point, an elite skeleton will descend from the sky to fight against him.
Those who win will be teleported directly to the next level, while those who lose will return to their previous level with puzzled expressions.
"Ordinary skeletons are among the weakest basic combat units in the necromantic realm. If the warriors we spend time researching can't even beat them, then they're worthless."
Death then explained, "There are seven similar experimental sites in total, including research on equipment and the integration and application of knowledge from different civilizations. So far, 13 million people have passed the first level of research assessment."
"Not bad." Jiang Yan nodded slightly.
Truly outstanding scholars are far fewer in number than gods throughout the myriad realms.
It just so happens that Miaolin needs a lot of manpower, so we can arrange for a group to go there later.
After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Yan shifted his gaze to the right side of the projection.
It's a world with a completely different style.
Seemingly replicating part of his divine kingdom's structure, a cold-looking man is fiercely fighting in a sea of bones.
His longsword moved with lightning speed, each strike precisely hitting the vulnerable spots of the attacking skeletons, killing them instantly.
There's also a virtual counter above that tracks the number of kills.
20...100...1000...
It wasn't until he defeated the 3765th ranked opponent that his offensive faltered, and he was struck in the arm by an agile skeleton.
After being wounded, the man became increasingly sluggish. He eventually exhausted his strength after killing 5,123 skeletons and was cut into dozens of pieces before dying.
His body was reconstructed at the edge of the sea of bones.
Without any pause, they charged into the sea of skeletons once again.
"Amazing!"
Jiang Yan stared at him quietly for a moment.
With his discerning eye, he could immediately see that in the battle in the sea of bones, both sides were limited to the silver level, and these skeletons were even subjected to a defense-breaking effect, ignoring their defenses.
In this situation, being able to kill 5123 elite skeletons with the same level of power is something that very few professionals can do.
"This little guy's moves seem to have been instructed by a powerful expert, and the stronger the killing intent, the greater the power. This trial in the Sea of Bones is just right for him, allowing him to continuously hone his skills and killing intent."
Death also exclaimed, "What's most remarkable is that this little guy hasn't rested at all in the month since he entered the sixth level. Every time he fails, he immediately returns to the sea of bones. He has improved from being able to kill more than 2,900 skeletons at the beginning to more than 5,000. I estimate that in at most another 3 months, he will reach the assessment standard of 10,000 and advance to the next level."
What level does 10,000 roughly correspond to?
"In a one-on-one fight at the same level, he's no less capable than the four-winged angel before you strengthened him, but he lacks a higher level, only at the lower god level," Death pondered.
"As expected of the Federation's Martial God, the only examinee to gain Bai Qi's approval during the novice trial," Jiang Yan remarked with some emotion.
Although there are many examinees in various star regions who face extreme or even hellish challenges.
However, without exception, they all came from advanced civilizations, possessing rich heritage and some secret techniques similar to the transfer of Qi to marriage.
The first batch of gods in the Federation were different.
They all passed the test purely on their own abilities without any experience or extra help, and they selflessly shared their experience, which later formed the basis of the systematic training and teaching.
"Speaking of which, whether in my past or present life, I have received a lot of kindness from Elder Du." Jiang Yan shook his head.
When I first entered the beginner continent, I received a lower-level demon god's heart as a gift from him.
A drop of kindness deserves a spring of gratitude in return.
"Give Death the best training. After he passes the sixth level, arrange for Fatty to take him to level up, and make sure he reaches the rank of High God before the professional battle begins."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Death nodded and replied, "There is one more matter that requires your decision."
"Hmm?" Jiang Yan glanced sideways. What could be so difficult that even Death couldn't solve?
"We expect many examinees to break through to level 3 or above soon. According to established rules, we need to reward them with some suitable props."
At this point, Death hesitated for a moment: "As you know, the pantheon of the undead was shattered by the Lord of the Abyss in ancient times. Apart from some war machines you retrieved from the ruins, they have nothing else of note... This..."
It turned out to be poverty.
Jiang Yan suddenly realized.
This is indeed a problem that every principled god would find troublesome.
"Hmm... Well, I do have a few points that I can exchange for some in the Multiverse Shop, but it won't last long... By the way, the Holy Light Tower doesn't seem to have mentioned this. Could it be that they have a way?"
Jiang Yan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and waved his hand to teleport the preaching angel over.
"Holy Lord".
Ether carefully withdrew her god-level aura and bowed respectfully.
"No need for formalities. I've called you here to ask about something: how was the issue of rewards for those who took the Holy Light Tower exam resolved?"
Jiang Yan asked curiously.
"award?"
Aisera looked slightly puzzled, then seemed to understand something and said happily, "You mean the offerings that the examiners need to give us? It's already been arranged!"
"Huh?!" Jiang Yan and Death were both stunned.
“Those who pass the first and second levels of assessment have basically invested all their savings, so we have thoughtfully designed additional pathways for them to meet the growing needs of believers for offerings.”
Aysera said calmly, "We have monopolized some high-level missions from various realms, and broken down those more difficult and rewarding missions into a series of smaller missions, which are then assigned to suitable candidates."
"In this way, they can not only enjoy the sense of accomplishment of obtaining rewards through their own efforts, but also gain the satisfaction that belongs to believers after offering the rewards to the Holy Light."
“For some outstanding and active believers, we can add some free healing spells, resurrection services, and verbal praise.”
“Appropriately meeting the emotional needs of believers, increasing sunk costs and a sense of competition, is also an important part of evangelism,” Etherra concluded.
"Of course, in a sense, the deeper their faith, the more they will be blessed by the Holy Light Law, and the faster their strength will increase. It's a two-way street."
Jiang Yan and Death stared at each other in bewilderment.
What a perfect two-way journey! Typical of the Holy Light pantheon.
Jiang Yan asked himself, even if the dwarves were only slightly strict and not paid, everything else was pretty good.
Now, these assessors are not only required to provide faith.
After exhausting their own savings, they actually took the initiative to work to make offerings, and they enjoyed it!
He couldn't help but think of a friend he had when he was studying in the federal government.
Yes, I have a friend!
He wouldn't even order a meat dish at his own cafeteria, and he worked part-time every day after class, just so he could give his goddess a gift on her birthday and hear her say thank you.
Receiving a mass text message with "Happy New Year" during the Spring Festival is like finding a treasure; I wish I could tell each of my roommates it.
The two are almost identical...
"well."
Jiang Yan couldn't help but sigh, and hesitated before saying:
"Let's try to be nicer to these lovely believers."
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