"No, of course not. You just need to display a basic level of competence... If you don’t fit the criteria, then I will personally throw you out. Got it?"
’Please don’t discard this pitiful, love-seeking man, my future wifey.’
"Yes, Miss Wenya..."
...
Urek and Wenya arrived inside a massive hall constructed from ultra-high-grade defensive materials.
Formidable weapons lined the racks, spanning every single classification a warrior could recognize.
There was even a mechanical exo-suit and a heavy tactical mech standing nearby, looking exceptionally sleek with its humongous frame and integrated high-tier artillery.
’Damn, why would anyone even bother wielding a sword when you can just pilot something like that...?’ Urek was genuinely curious.
Wasn’t it fundamentally better to just blow things up?
Of course, Urek already knew that basic shit for that.
In this world, standard mechs and traditional firearms were completely ineffective against the higher cultivation tiers.
Even an explosive force greater than a nuclear warhead wouldn’t leave a single scratch on their bodies.
Consequently, mechanized armor was strictly utilized by lower-tier combatants and designated for routine clearance of low-level beasts; anything higher required direct human intervention.
"Surprised by the scale of the training facility?" Wenya wore a smug expression as she noted his captivated look.
"Yes, Miss Wenya. It is my very first time witnessing an environment like this..."
"Then you should be grateful. If you work hard and deliver a satisfactory performance, you will be permitted to stay here."
"Really? That would be absolutely ideal, Miss Wenya."
"Ohhh! This must be the candidate you were referring to, my Lady."
A busty instructor stepped forward to greet them.
Her hair was in a sleek, tight ponytail that cascaded down her spine, and she possessed a visage that could easily make any man beg for a single glance.
She exuded a commanding, bossy aura, casually swirling a lollipop between her teeth.
She was the quintessential femme fatale, boasting a slender waist and exceptionally plump assets; the buttons of her uniform were barely holding on for dear life, desperately struggling to restrain them from bursting free.
A lollipop after sex would definitely be fire.
’Oh man... another top-tier beauty. A typical addition to the hero’s future harem...’ Urek didn’t even need to flip through a character glossary to identify the stunning woman standing in front of him.
She was the primary combat instructor for that piece-of-shit hero.
Ding!
Name: Selene Sezz
Role: Instructor of the hero
Core: Tier 3
Luck: Epic
Fate: 3000 🍀 ( Orange )
Affection: 5/100 - Stranger ( curious)
"Hello there, young man!"
"Hello... to you as well."
"Haha, don’t be shy, youngster! I’m not going to eat you!"
’Please by all means, devour me...’
She stepped closer and casually patted his shoulder.
Unfortunately for her, she had to crane her neck upward to lock eyes, as she stood at a modest 5’8".
The average height for a woman in this world.
"Yes, I’m just utterly amazed by the sheer scale of the entire space. It’s truly massive... your tits." Urek mumbled the final part under his breath.
"Hmm? What did you just say, young man?"
"I said the space is incredibly massive..."
"Haha, of course it is! This specialized chamber was constructed for the haro and his elite vanguard." She smiled proudly; holding the position of the hero’s instructor was an immensely prestigious title.
Naturally, she was quite pleased to receive a compliment from a newcomer...
Unfortunately for her, she also needs to clean up the mess every single time that shit makes a mess.
"Now, enough idle chatter. Follow me, if you genuinely desire to become a hero or at least a follower of the hero...first things first..." She paused, gesturing toward a large mechanical strength-testing apparatus.
"You must prove that you possess sufficient physical power." She tapped the striking pad, indicating where Urek was supposed to deliver his blow.
"I will be observing from over here, so don’t mind me," Wenya interjected, distancing herself from the machine.
She wanted to see if this newcomer actually possessed the capability to back up his words.
Although she could clearly sense Urek was only a Tier 1 combatant, an exceptional seed was expected to exceed the standard for their respective level...even if it was a talented one.
"Understood, Miss Wenya." Urek nodded respectfully before redirecting his attention to the machine.
’Holy, how am I supposed to achieve inner peace and focus when those melons are actively juggling right next to me...?’
He tried his absolute best to lock his eyes onto the target pad, but a man’s basic instincts stubbornly refused to look away...while his family jewel was screaming.
"Begin when ready," Selene gave a curt nod.
"...Okay." Urek needed to play his part properly.
There would be no smut scenes for the time being, so he had to forcefully keep his blood pressure under control.
"Umm... Instructor Selene, what is the standard average score for a Tier 1?"
Naturally, he didn’t know the exact baseline; in the original novel, the protagonist was already a Tier 3 powerhouse when the story started and only began active combat upon reaching Tier 4.
"Ehh? Confident, are we? The baseline requirement is two thousand points," she stated flatly, clearly not expecting a cataclysmic output like the hero’s.
Meanwhile, Wenya’s face briefly twitched at the mention of the requirement before returning to its serene expression.
"Hmm... let’s evaluate my raw physical output. I’ll start with fifty percent power."
Urek was undeniably weak in terms of cultivation, but he wanted to gauge his baseline physical conditioning.
His talent, luck, and fate metrics were undeniably garbage, but his physique was a different story.
He is not just some shabby and pushover damsel in the random corner of the street who would beg for attention...he is strong enough to carry his weight, and that’s the truth.
’Let’s test if I’m really the most notorious Villain..’
He firmly planted his feet at the center of the platform, his striking hand slowly drawing backward to accumulate momentum.
Then...
BOOMM!!