28 hours later, the results of the slave children's potential test came out. The results are very gratifying. Among the 180,000 little slaves, the first stimulation test confirmed that there are as many as five people with superpower potential, three first-level potentials and one second-level potential, especially the little slave who awakened in the black hole stimulation. It was finally determined that his potential could reach Level 5, which is an out-and-out qualification. But correspondingly, there are also 47,000 children who have been permanently judged to have no potential and no longer have any value for cultivation and stimulation. There are still more than 130,000 people whose potential cannot yet be determined.
The report was sent to Hawkins' desk. Hawkins turned directly to the part about the 130,000 people whose potential could not yet be determined. He picked up a pen and sketched out more than a thousand numbered slaves in one go.
"Prepare this list of key points for the new training camp and send it to them before the official handover," Hawkins told his female special assistant. "These children deserve their special attention. But again, I can't guarantee that they haven't been included. There are no children left out, and there is no guarantee that the children who are circled out will definitely be able to break through. I can only say that they have a higher probability of making a breakthrough."
Special Assistant Hawkins was a beautiful woman who often carried a slender cane that was very popular among female assistant secretaries in this era. She put her cane under her arm, took back the circled report with understanding, and then reported to her superior: "All the little slaves have been gathered, you can go now."
Hawkins nodded, took two puffs of cigarette, squeezed out half of the cigarette butt in the crystal glass jar, then stood up: "Let's go."
In the central hall of the spaceship, 180,000 little slaves filled the training square on more than ten floors. The 47,000 slave children who were judged to have no potential by the test have been separated from their respective teams and stood together on the first floor of the square near the left side of the rostrum. The five children who discovered their potential were taken to the seats on the right side of the rostrum to wait. A beautiful female secretary and a senior officer from the spaceship guard personally accompanied them. The rest of the slave children lined up according to their original formation, occupying most of the other places in the square. Because there were so many fewer people at once, their queue looked much sparser than usual.
The atmosphere in the training hall was solemn, with black gun muzzles protruding from the four walls and pointing at the heads of the children. Armed guards with live ammunition set up a perimeter cordon along the hall - even though they were compressed by a crowd of 180,000 people. , only a thin layer of the guard ring of several thousand people was left, but the awe-inspiring murderous aura exuded by these professional soldiers crushed the rookie boy scouts who had an absolute advantage in numbers to nothing.
The slave children in the queue were very uneasy, frightened not only by the weapons and ammunition, but also by the familiar faces disappearing from the queue. No one specifically told them the results of the potential test, but even with their most primitive instincts and simplest intuition, these children knew that here, they were now divided into two categories of people - no, three categories!
There is a very rare category of human beings, the darlings of fate. There are not many of them, they are the ones cast aside by fate. And they are the majority left. The darling of fate is already high above their heads, and the abandoned son of fate is now standing there pitifully, waiting for the ending that is destined to be unhappy. And they are confused and confused, and they don't know where their unknown future lies.
Hawkins appeared on the podium. "Please applaud, little angels," he said at the beginning of his speech in a loud voice, "I want to tell you that among you, there are five people who have been favored by fate and have been chosen by the God of the universe as his glorious people. "
There was sparse applause, and then it quickly became warm and enthusiastic under the enthusiastic and encouraging eyes of the administrator and the coach. The children clapped their hands desperately and their little faces turned red.
Hawkins pressed his hand, and when the applause gradually died down, he said to the female special assistant in a voice that everyone could hear: "Now bring our glorious new electorate, Miss Evelinda, and let me know her. Give them a break."
He said: "It won't be long before they become a qualified person with super powers. I want to toast them a glass of wine."
Guard soldiers took five lucky people to the podium. There were three men and two women, all with expressions of surprise and excitement on their faces, lined up in the center of the stage. Hawkins' female special assistant had already poured red wine into the goblet and gave each of them a glass. Hawkins also picked up a glass of wine, walked up to the first boy on the left, knocked his glass lightly: "Sir, I have to say that only one in a million ordinary people has the first-level potential in combat. You are One millionth of humanity.”
"Well, the growth system, this is really good. When you enter the universe in the future, you will find that being able to build is far more useful than being able to destroy."
"Will it be the healing type? Oh, it's another fighting type. There are more and more women in the fighting type. Sooner or later you will rule the universe. I'm very optimistic about you, little girl."
"You are actually a Wisdom type - you can break through to the second level of Wisdom type. Miss, you will become a big shot in the future!"
Hawkins passed several children in turn, clinking glasses with them, and finally stood in front of the fifth-level potential candidate who had broken through the black hole. He is a boy, ten years old, with curly red hair and a few freckles on the bridge of his fair nose.
"Look, this young master." Hawkins looked at the boy and exclaimed, "It is simply a masterpiece of the God of the Universe."
"I have to say that I have been working on this ship for nearly twenty years. There was only one person who could break through and awaken at this time, and his potential reached the intermediate level, eight years ago. And his potential was only level four, and you But it's Level 5." He clinked glasses with the boy and looked at him with admiration.
"What's your name?" he asked.
The boy's eyes were shining with excitement, his face was flushed, and his voice became broken with excitement. He said: "Benjamin, sir, my name is Benjamin."
"Benjamin..." Hawkins nodded, then raised his foot and kicked the boy in the stomach.
The boy was kicked up, let out a scream, and then landed on all fours on the floor a few meters away. Hawkins strode over and stepped on his neck as soon as he raised his foot. The boy named Benjamin was trampled until his face was pressed against the floor and deformed. His limbs were curled up and he was kneeling on the ground, his buttocks were raised high, and his robe slid down to his shoulders, exposing his thin ribs and two white buttocks.
"Wow!" The wine in Hawkins' cup poured onto the boy's bare buttocks. Immediately, a stamp and a series of characters appeared on both sides of his buttocks. "
"Your name is not Benjamin, your name is 4014y10bn1793p10980041," Hawkins looked down at the line of characters, "Your name is 4014y10bn1793p10980041."
There was silence in the central hall filled with 180,000 people. The slave children were frightened and their eyes widened in horror. However, Hawkins was unaware of it, stepping on the boy and reaching out to his female special assistant Evelinda. Evelinda then handed her cane to her superior.
Hawkins used the tip of his cane to poke the circular stamp on half of the boy's buttocks: "The emblem of the Gordon family. This stamp means that you are a private slave of the Gordon family. You will always be, and you will be for generations to come." !”
The cane moved downwards, and the sharp tip, as sharp as a real needle, passed across the boy's buttocks and poked the other half of his butt: "This series of characters is your slave number, which is also your name." The tip of the cane was on the boy's buttocks. There is a circle drawn on the baby's hip: "4013 represents the year you were bought, y10 is your age when you were bought, bn1793 is your purchase batch number, and p means I bought you for your superpowers." , 10980041 is your sequence number."
"All this shows the fact that you are a private slave. Without awakening your superpowers, you are a slave and the owner's property. But after awakening your superpowers, you are a slave and a dog of the owner!" Hawkins He slapped the boy on the buttocks, "Wag your tail, 041, the master likes to see you wagging your tail and begging for mercy."
The boy's whole body was stiff and he lay on the ground unable to move. He was frightened.
"Shake it!" Hawkins scolded, flicking the boy's butt contemptuously with the tip of his cane, "Do you have to let me put a tail on you here so that you can find where your tail is and then start wagging it? "
The sharp tip dug into the boy's butt, and the coldness made him shiver. Then his whole body tightened violently, as if he had been greatly frightened, and he hurriedly twisted his buttocks.
But he was immediately scolded severely: "That's not a good shake! Try it again!"
Hawkins took out his cane and held it with both hands. The cane was like a slender straight whip, crackling on the boy's bare buttocks: "Walk your ass, idiot, and make your tail wag. One." How can a dog not wag its tail?”
The boy had tears in his eyes and shook his hips awkwardly.
"Go on! Shake it hard! Let the master see you wagging your tail happily to him! The master's eyes are everywhere, and he is looking at you now. If you wag your master well, he may give you a whip. You shake it If you make your master annoying, he will give you two whips."
The cane fell like a storm and hit the boy's body, and the energy was suppressed tightly. He was trampled under his feet and had no power to resist. He could only swing his butt desperately. After suffering for more than ten minutes, Hawkins finally spared him.
"It finally looks like that..."
He withdrew his foot that was pressing on the boy's neck and ordered as if he was kind: "Climb down, climb out through the middle path, and tell everyone that you are a tail-wagging dog. There is no place for you here at the moment. You can go down."
The boy's face was still on the ground and he didn't dare to lift it up. He was completely overwhelmed. In his body, all the ecstasy of awakening superpowers and the excitement of changing destiny were crushed into dust. He thought of nothing but obedience, awe, and fear. He climbed down from the rostrum tremblingly, and under the gaze of 180,000 pairs of eyes, he followed the central road, passed through the queue of slave children, and slowly climbed toward the gate.
"Hold the hem of your clothes," Hawkins reminded from behind, "and don't forget to wag your tail."
