Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 536 Little Red Bottle

Hundreds of people came from all walks of life, with different ages, genders, experiences and personalities. However, they were picked up by the authorities in luxury buses. Along the way, there were not only police cars leading the way, but also green lights. Even the most dull-witted person could feel the tremendous pressure from the series of actions taken by the authorities.

Obviously, being picked in the live broadcast room as a joke is not a trivial matter that can be ignored, which means it is an opportunity.
The strict class system within the island nation can make people feel suffocated. If you are born backward, there is basically no hope of turning things around in this life.

If you don't have a smart mind, a family that can provide the conditions for learning, and a desire to work hard and make progress, you will basically be destined to be a convenience store clerk or a low-level office worker in this life.

If you still have a playful heart when you are young and just want to get by when you are young, then after a few years of being polished by the society, you will understand the importance of hard work. So after getting off the bus, no one wastes time and everyone crowds to the city wall to read the notice board.

"Now there are four professions: samurai, ninja, onmyoji, and shrine maiden. Shrine maiden is only limited to women, and there are three more professions to choose from." Watanabe, dressed in a suit and tie, rubbed his beard and said while thinking, and someone at the side took over the conversation.

"It depends on one's qualifications to be an Onmyoji. Unless one possesses spiritual power, one can only dream about it. The requirements for being a ninja are also not low. Lurking and assassinating are simply not something that ordinary people can do. So for most people, the only option is to be a samurai." Abe, who was wearing a pain suit, pushed his black-framed glasses and a gleam of wisdom flashed across his face.

"It seems that Abe-kun has inside information." Although Watanabe is dressed like an elite, he has actually been a member of the anime club since his student days. He just had to change himself after entering society, otherwise he would not be able to fit in. However, he has never left the circle privately. On the contrary, because he has a stable income, he can better satisfy his hobbies. Therefore, he is no stranger to the more active people in the circle, such as the fat otaku with long hair and glasses in front of him.

Generally, people with this kind of image are either perverts or big shots in the otaku circle, and the well-informed Abe is obviously the big shot.

"Well, I've specifically inquired about it. These four professions are not simple. For example, samurai are divided into katana, spear, and bow and arrow according to the weapons they are good at. Ninjas also have subdivisions. It is said that there are special job transfers specifically targeting monsters, which are only limited to women." Abe stretched out his index finger to press on his glasses. A bright light flashed, and he also showed a smile that showed understanding.

"Yoshi~" Watanabe really understood what he meant and was about to discuss it in depth when he was interrupted.

"It's so disgusting, that's what men are like." Igarashi, who was wearing a black short skirt and high heels, and had delicate makeup on, looking smart and capable, had her hands clasped under her chest, making her career look even more profound and also putting a lot of pressure on others. At this time, the pair of beautiful eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses looked at the two of them with disgust, as if she was looking at two sewer rats, making people want to step on them and crush them gently.

"It's Igarashi, you have been selected too." Watanabe did not care about the other party's excessive words, but said with a little surprise.

"Damn it, stand up, don't kneel, the Loli God will give me strength!" Abe's reaction was huge. He tried to support his knees with trembling hands, trying desperately to move his eyes away from the black stockings. He also had the urge to rush up and kneel down to lick them.

Although black stockings are good, loli is better. Abe resolutely prays to the god of loli to prevent his fragile heart from falling towards the mature woman faction represented by Igarashi.

"Are you still insisting? What a pity. I was planning to give you this pair of stockings as a souvenir of your reformation." Igarashi said calmly. This was like a fatal blow, which immediately broke down Abe's psychological defenses.

"Please be sure to give it to me." Abe knelt down decisively, hugging his knees with his hands skillfully. Then, despite the venom spitted out by Igarashi's disgust, which pierced his heart one after another, he showed a twisted expression of shame and anger yet enjoyment.

In Watanabe's opinion, these two were perverts, because they were both enjoying the process, and all he could do was to film it. Before the three of them could make any more noises that would please the audience, Aiba Misaki arrived, escorted by a team of hatamoto.

"Next they will undergo a month of physical training. Only those who persevere will have the opportunity to accept the trial and step into the extraordinary realm. Those who give up halfway will never be allowed in." Aiba Misao said coldly. He knew these people's moral character very well, so he spoke without mercy.

We are all adults, and even if some are naive or difficult, there are official personnel who repeatedly teach or intimidate them, and with the various benefits promised, no one is willing to give up. Therefore, although they are afraid of the upcoming physical training, no one backs down.

Generally speaking, physical training will not start with high intensity. After all, with the sub-healthy physique of modern people, they will feel dizzy if they exert themselves too much, and may even die suddenly while climbing stairs. But it is different here. As long as you don’t die from the training, you can train to death.

Because Yan Xu specially prepared a magical little red bottle for these babies, no matter they were so tired that they were lying on the ground twitching, or they were injured and bleeding and had broken bones, after taking a sip, they would immediately become full of energy.

Moreover, the little red bottle can not only be used to repair body injuries, but also has the function of developing potential and enhancing physical fitness. It can be said that if Hawking came here, he could run a marathon after drinking two bottles.

Such a magical potion did not come out of nowhere. It is a new product developed by Yan Xu based on the potion used by demon hunters. Because of the addition of strange factors, it has extremely significant effects on repairing flesh and blood, breaking through limits, and guiding mutations. Ten bottles are enough to make a person reborn in a short period of time.

Theoretically, only three to five bottles are needed to allow the body to adapt to intense exercise in a short period of time. Once you get into the right state, drink one bottle every three to five days to allow the body to recover quickly from the damage caused by pushing the body to the limit.

However, most modern people lack firm willpower. Their smart minds and rich knowledge are sometimes a burden. It is difficult for them to put everything aside and constantly break through their limits, so the training is not satisfactory.

Watanabe and Abe moved breathlessly, just like old men who came out for a walk from a nursing home. They had no energy at all. All they could see was sweat pouring down their faces, and they could hardly open their eyes.

They are not isolated cases; most people are like this. Only some young people or those who have the habit of exercising can run ahead.

Everyone has a herd mentality. If one person falls behind, he is called the tail end of the car. If a group of people fall behind, they are called the crowd. So they run slower and slower with a clear conscience.

Yan Xu, who had been paying close attention, shook his head. He had expected this, so he specially got a group of helpers from the Japanese world.

Just as these people were running slower and slower, with some even taking a leisurely stroll at the back, thick fog rose in the mountains, instantly wetting everyone's hair. Before they could react, a terrifying scream that could make people cry suddenly came from behind the team, scaring everyone so much that they turned around to look.

(End of this chapter)