In this solemn atmosphere, the curtain suddenly opened with a "crack", and a plump middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a square face entered the room. When he entered the tent, he raised his shoulders and threw his blue jacket to the entourage. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and walked straight towards the monitor screen.
"How many top soldiers have arrived?" he asked as he walked. Although he was very energetic, his voice sounded like he was weak.
"Two," the woman in plaster replied.
"?" The man immediately looked back with ferocious eyes. After confirming the woman and her plaster, he couldn't help frowning, "Aren't you prohibited from entering the secret realm? Why are you making trouble here!"
"Patrol, passing by." The woman clicked on the agency badge on the left chest of the windbreaker, and then pointed to the man in sunglasses beside her, "Hideo Nakata is also on the list of top rescuers. He will go rescue the female high school students as soon as you give the order."
"Yeah!" The radiant man in sunglasses nodded excitedly.
Next to him, a female clerk with blond hair and blue eyes and a serious face quickly stepped forward and explained: "Don't worry, Director Zhou, he will also save the male high school student."
"Is this what I'm worried about?" The man pointed back and forth at the three of them, scolding them with a look of sadness and anger, "You guys stay where you are! Especially during the day, keep your mouth shut, what? You are not allowed to say anything, especially you are not allowed to go out and speak to the media!”
"Why don't you just say you're safe?"
"Are you going on a spring outing?"
"Isn't it? I have a son and I wish I could arrange for him to come."
"Thank God! I thank you on behalf of your non-existent quantum son!"
Just as the two were chatting and laughing, the monitoring screen in front finally lit up, and a series of data and waveforms appeared.
The technician in front of the screen glanced hastily, then turned around and shook his head stiffly: "We're out of luck, Nakata can't get in."
"Is it full?" The man's thick eyebrows tightened again and he quickly stepped forward.
"Almost full." The technician gave up his seat and pointed at the screen to report, "The scale of this secret realm is too small, the upper limit of accommodation is very low, and there are too many encounters... Under the current situation, at most one more character cannot enter Zero level elite soldier."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a hoarse male voice coming from the corner.
"I'm waiting."
Looking around, the man holding the baseball bat raised his hat, revealing a face of wrinkled dry skin and a mouth full of rotten teeth.
While laughing at him, he shook his bat and said, "Director Zhou Cheng, a master of this intensity can finish the job with one shot of his Noble Phantasm."
Zhou Cheng seemed to have smelled his bad breath, but he still endured the nausea and asked: "Are you sure?"
"By the time you asked this question, the soldiers had already finished cleaning up." The man in the hat put his hat back on.
The technician then reported: "This is a role-less zero-level free vanguard who meets the entry requirements. Although the strength test is only 18, based on his Noble Phantasm, the AI's cleanup success rate is 67%."
"67%? This is too low." Zhou Cheng rubbed his cheeks and asked, "What if it fails? I mean a complete failure, the kind of failure that turns into a monster."
"Then no one can enter. We can only wait for the secret realm to expand naturally."
Zhou Cheng shook his head on the spot: "Is there any option with a higher success rate?"
"It is estimated that in 16 minutes, the next leading soldier who meets the conditions will be in place. His success rate is 84%, but you also know that someone may be killed every second you wait." The technician pointed at the screen and said, "Because this secret realm is very Small, the radiation we collect can accurately detect the number of surviving people. Do you see this 46? It may become 45 or even 0 at any time."
"How many minutes will the AI estimate that there will be casualties?"
"This is a rules-based secret realm and cannot be speculated on."
"Then where did the 84% just come from?"
"That is the success rate of violently destroying the master, not the success rate of completing the secret realm goal."
"...Then just wait, exchange 16 minutes for a 17% success rate." Zhou Cheng then turned around and said to the man in the hat, "Go to the entrance and stand by. If there is an emergency, enter again."
"...That's all your agency can do." The man in the hat turned his face on the spot and walked out with his hat on his back. "I came by taxi, so remember to reimburse me."
"You!" Zhou Cheng suddenly glared and shouted, "Wear a headset and follow the command! This is an emergency rescue, a mandatory obligation. If you continue to talk nonsense, I will send you to jail."
"..." The man in the hat trembled, and he had no choice but to take the headset angrily, put a cigarette in his mouth and left the tent.
"I've seen this kind of scum a lot." Zhou Cheng turned around and cursed, "I just want the reward for killing the master. I don't care about the life or death of others. If the rescue is not urgent, I will not give this kind of garbage a chance. .”
After saying this, he communicated the situation with the school personnel.
In the other corner, the woman wearing a plaster also raised her hand and yawned: "Hideo is too strong, he can't get in..."
"Alas..." The man in sunglasses sighed.
"It's all in vain." The blonde female clerk consoled her thoughtfully.
"Yes." The man in sunglasses lowered his head sadly.
When the plaster girl saw this, she smiled disdainfully again: "You've thought about marrying the rescued high school girl, right?"
"Especially, you, annoying." The man in sunglasses clenched his fists with hatred.
"Alas, the word order is wrong again."
"Damn it! Dongzhou language is hard to die!"
"It's still wrong."
"Damn it!"
While the three were joking, the school also introduced a most reasonable teacher to report.
Facing the imposing security chief Zhou Cheng, the young female psychology teacher showed no signs of nervousness. Her face was full of confidence that this school could not accommodate her. She talked to Zhou Cheng on the spot:
"The people who encountered the secret realm this time were Class 3 and 4. They are a very united and harmonious group. I know their class teacher, who is very responsible, and the people in the class are also good. Now everyone should unite to deal with the problem under the command of Teacher Han. Well, besides, there is only one boy in their class, and his condition may be particularly suitable for this secret realm!"
"Ah? What kind of twist is this?" Zhou Cheng asked with thick eyebrows raised, "What? He has a treasure?"
"No, no, it's not because of this." The psychology teacher hurriedly raised his hand and tried hard to describe, "It's because he is very special, too special... If there is only one person who can get out of the secret realm, it can only be him."
"You're talking nonsense." Zhou Cheng's thick eyebrows immediately lay back and explained without interest, "The troubled boy is not strong enough to dominate the gap between his teeth. Only secret energy and precious phantoms can cause harm to creatures in the secret realm. Without these hardware as a basis, fighting is useless except for self-destruction.”
"He is different, Director, he was born for this." The psychology teacher nodded heavily as he spoke, "Intuition tells me that the intensity of this secret realm is even a bit low for him."
"This...hehe...forget it." Zhou Cheng shook his head. He knew he shouldn't laugh now, but he couldn't help it.
The psychology teacher had no choice but to retreat: "Anyway, he is really special..."
"How special is it?" The woman with the plaster hanging on her face became more interested and walked over from the corner with a beaming look on her face.
As she walked, she listed her favorite types like the names of dishes:
"Autistic, orphan, obsessive-compulsive, amoral, morally obsessive or with zero morals, delusional, narcissistic, fanatical secret enthusiast, potential high-IQ criminal, anti-social personality, what kind of situation is he?"
The psychology teacher nodded while listening. The more the woman spoke, the more powerful she nodded: "Yes, yes, that's it!!"
"Which one?" the woman asked in confusion, "What kind of situation is he in?"
At this moment, all school personnel, if they met a close friend, responded in unison:
"The whole situation!"
The woman's eyes widened in disbelief.
Humans...can be so good?
Then, she dodged and grabbed Zhou Cheng's collar, her eyes filled with magical light.
"Fat Fly, give me the command."
