“Is this Rhodes Island?
It’s magnificent!” The colossal landship, like a moving steel fortress, stood majestically on the barren land, bringing a reassuring sense of solidity.
Everyone followed the reception staff through the heavy gate, retreating into the ship’s interior.
Bright lights, clean corridors, busy yet orderly staff…
all of this formed a stark contrast to the ruined Chernobog outside.
Just then, another Operator in a Rhodes Island uniform walked over and politely stopped Ivan.
A green-haired, cool-tempered Feline female walked over, her gaze sharp and steady, stopping in front of Ivan.
“You must be Ivan?” she began, her voice calm and unruffled.
“Amiya has mentioned you.
You rendered outstanding service in assisting the Doctor’s evacuation from Chernobog.” She paused slightly, then continued, “I also learned from Amiya that you intend to join Rhodes Island.
However, before that, we need to conduct a comprehensive physical fitness test to evaluate you.
I am Kal’tsit, head of Rhodes Island’s Medical Department.” Kal’tsit looked directly at Ivan and asked, “So, after understanding Rhodes Island’s philosophy and the challenges it may face, are you still willing to officially join Rhodes Island?” “I am willing,” Ivan replied without a trace of hesitation.
“Very well.” Kal’tsit nodded and turned to Warfarin beside her, “Warfarin, take him for his entry physical fitness test.” “Understood~ Please follow me, Mr.
Ivan.” Warfarin, with a playful smile, gestured for Ivan to follow.
The two arrived at a spacious training room equipped with various advanced instruments.
Warfarin pointed to a machine that looked extremely sturdy, with large shock absorbers and complex reading screens, and said, “This is an impact resistance testing machine, usually used to test the impact force level of an Operator.
Please attack it with all your might.” No sooner had Warfarin finished speaking than Ivan, without any preparatory movements, simply twisted his waist, pushed his shoulder, and threw a punch.
Bang!!!!
A deafening explosion suddenly erupted!
The entire base of the heavy testing machine lifted off the ground.
It flew directly backward, drawing an exaggerated parabola, and finally, with a loud “boom,” it was violently embedded into the distant wall of the training room, stuck in the sunken crack, emitting a wisp of smoke.
The once noisy training room instantly fell into a dead silence.
All the Operators who were training stopped what they were doing, staring dumbfounded at the machine embedded in the wall, then collectively turned their heads to look at Ivan, who stood with his fist retracted.
No way, is this guy really that strong?
All subsequent test items were completed under the silent, collective gaze of these dumbfounded Operators.
Ivan’s performance in every item was nothing short of inhuman…
Warfarin, holding a thick stack of test reports, practically rushed into Kal’tsit’s office, her face glowing with the excitement of discovering a treasure.
“Doctor Kal’tsit!
We’ve really struck gold this time!
Come quickly and see this guy’s test results!” The reports were spread on the table, a series of evaluation results followed by astonishing “Excellent.” “Strength, Excellent.
Stamina, Excellent.
Speed, Excellent.
Environmental Adaptability, Excellent.
Warfarin’s finger traced across the exaggerated data points.
Kal’tsit’s gaze calmly swept over the report, finally settling on one item: “Hmm?
There’s a ‘Defect’ here.
Tactical Planning?” “Oh, that,” Warfarin explained, “This is judged based on his combat records from Chernobog until now.
The conclusion is: he possesses extremely strong solo combat and problem-solving abilities, but in terms of large-scale coordinated operations and complex tactical layouts…
it’s almost zero.
Simply put, he’s used to solving all problems by himself.” Kal’tsit pondered for a moment and made a decision: “Overall assessment, classify him as a Senior Specialist Operator.
Set his archive permissions to Senior.
By the way, take him to his assigned dormitory.” She rubbed her temples, seemingly already anticipating the trouble she would encounter when commanding this “human natural disaster” in the future.
“Ah, as for specific tactical integration and command adaptation issues…
let the Doctor worry about it.” At this moment, the Doctor, far away in Lungmen: “A—choo!” The Doctor suddenly sneezed, rubbing his nose in confusion.
“Strange, why do I suddenly feel a surge of inexplicable excitement…
and a slight palpitation?” The Doctor fell into contemplation, then dismissed it three seconds later…
“This is your dormitory, a standard single room with complete facilities.” Warfarin handed Ivan the key card.
“Okay, thank you.” Ivan took the key card.
Just as Warfarin was about to turn and leave, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and a curious light flickered in her crimson eyes.
“By the way, Mr.
Ivan, how about we make a deal?” Her tone was seductive, “I’m actually…
very, very interested in your body~” Ivan instantly became wary, crossing his arms and hugging himself, retreating half a step: “…What do you want to do?” “Don’t misunderstand!
Not that kind of interest!” Warfarin quickly waved her hands in explanation, but her face still bore that smile that made Ivan uneasy.
“I mean your blood!
I just want a little blood sample for research!” She leaned in a bit, lowering her voice: “How about it?
As long as you agree to come to the Medical Department twice a month to donate blood regularly, anything you want can be discussed~” Ivan looked at her, thought for a moment, and asked, “Can you really get anything?” “Provided it’s reasonable and doesn’t endanger Rhodes Island’s safety.” “That kind of…
small but highly concentrated Originium crystal, can you get it?” Ivan asked tentatively.
“Highly concentrated Originium?” Warfarin was stunned for a moment, frowning.
“It’s possible, yes, the lab has a small amount of high-purity samples.
But what do you want that for?
It’s extremely dangerous, direct contact can easily cause infection!” “It’s nothing,” Ivan scratched his head guiltily, “I just…
want to study it myself, I definitely won’t mess around.” Warfarin looked at him suspiciously for a few seconds, but ultimately her scientific curiosity won out: “…Alright, I’ll keep an eye out for you.
Oh, by the way,” she seemed to suddenly remember something.
“Doctor Kal’tsit just sent a message through the internal terminal, asking you to come to her office immediately.” …Returning to Kal’tsit’s office, Kal’tsit took out a brand new terminal from a drawer and handed it to him.
“This is the dedicated terminal Rhodes Island provides to every Operator.
It can display the real-time location of the Rhodes Island landship, mission information, and, within permission limits, view the locations of other online Operators.” Kal’tsit operated it a few times, pulling up a mission brief, and the interface synchronized directly to Ivan’s terminal.
“There is an urgent mission now.
Operator Ivan, you need to depart immediately, head to Lungmen, and rendezvous with the team led by the Doctor and Amiya.
Your mission is to assist them in executing the current mission and ensure the absolute safety of the Doctor and Amiya.” “Huh?” Ivan was dumbfounded, “I just started less than half a day ago!
This…
isn’t this too much like slave labor?” Kal’tsit looked at him expressionlessly, her lips slightly parted, in this vast…
“Stop!
Hold it!
I’ll go!
I’ll go!” When he heard the beginning of “in this vast land,” Ivan hastily called for Kal’tsit to stop.
“Very good,” Kal’tsit nodded in satisfaction, “The aircraft is ready.
Depart immediately then.” No way…
you had it all planned out, didn’t you.