The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

[What did I just see? Professional! This staged accident is so professional, he's definitely a veteran actor.]

[This luck... I suggest you buy a lottery ticket; you could win enough to bankrupt the World Bank.]

I suspect he's acting against me, but I have no proof. Although he seems to be struggling, the direction he's swept away by the water each time is frighteningly accurate.

[Upstairs, if it were anyone else, I might tell you it's all a coincidence, but this is Brother Coffin.]

For the next minute or so, everyone watched a bizarre underwater performance.

The coffin was tossed about in the turbulent current, tumbling and rolling around in a chaotic and unsightly manner.

But he always manages to accidentally touch those fleeting sound sources at the last moment, using his elbows, knees, back, or even his heels in all sorts of strange ways.

Three minutes are up.

[Test complete. Audio capture count: 30 times. Final rating: Excellent.]

The hatch opened, and Chen Guan, soaking wet, stepped out.

The entire room fell silent.

This score would be among the top even in a test of normal difficulty.

He completed it under three times the difficulty level, in a way that no one could understand.

Is this guy really a student?

Which instructor used a fake account to bully people?!

Instructor Jing's smile faded, and he stared at Chen Guan for a full three seconds.

Then, he smiled again and led the applause.

"Slap, slap, slap."

The crisp applause was particularly jarring in the silent training ground.

"Extremely...extremely wonderful luck." Instructor Jing pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses revealing no depth. "Chen Guan, you've surprised me once again."

His tone remained gentle, but Chen Guan felt an unprecedented sense of impending danger.

"It seems that a simple personal test is too easy for you and cannot make you truly shine."

Instructor Jing's tone changed, and his gaze swept over the two most eye-catching figures in the crowd.

He stretched out his finger and first pointed at the red-haired girl, Hong Yuan, who was carrying a giant axe.

She then nodded at Yin Chen, the silver-haired boy standing beside her.

Finally, his finger landed on the coffin.

"You three, form a group."

These words caused a stir in the room.

Yin Chen, standing in the crowd, stroked his chin with interest, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Put the two strongest monsters and the most bizarre lucky guy in the same group?

What exactly is this instructor trying to do?

Chen Guan's heart sank little by little.

My premonition came true.

He was forcibly thrust into the spotlight.

He recognized these two people; they were the first and second from earlier. Clearly, these were the new geniuses the protagonist needed to deal with after the map was changed.

Although An Changqing's poor ranking just now was partly due to his personality, the strength of these two should not be underestimated.

Before he could even sort out his thoughts, a fiery red figure had already walked up to him with the wind.

The red-haired girl, Hong Yuan, slammed the enormous battle axe into the ground with a thud, causing the ground to tremble.

She was half a head shorter than Chen Guan, but she tilted her head back and stared at him without moving with her fiery red eyes.

"Hey, you bastard."

Her voice was clear and crisp, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Don't hold us back tomorrow."

"Otherwise," she laughed, revealing a set of white teeth, "my axe doesn't discriminate."

Her smile was wild and untamed, revealing an undisguised fighting spirit.

Chen Guan: "..."

Why does this person look like Long Ao's half-sister?

The quiz ended quickly, and Instructor Jing announced the dormitory assignments.

The dormitory room is a single room.

This time they weren't so lucky; Chen Guan and An Changqing were much further apart.

Yin Chen, on the other hand, was assigned to the room next to his.

……

The next morning.

The cold wind brushed against my skin, causing a stinging sensation.

Last night's snow covered the steel fortress with a fresh layer of white. The North is a place with no good things, and the constant cold is just the least noticeable one.

Instructor Jing led the group on a long detour and stopped in front of a majestic black tower.

The tower is covered with the distorted silhouettes of countless monsters, and just looking at it makes one's chest feel heavy.

"This is the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons, and here comes another small test of qualification."

Instructor Jing's voice was monotone, but his gaze was like a red-hot iron, searing into everyone's nerves.

"Monsters are everywhere inside the tower. Your goal is to reach the top."

His gaze moved slowly through the crowd.

"This task tests teamwork. Any mistake by anyone can lead to the failure of the entire team. As I said before, those who fail will be sent back."

"Good news, this is just for you to practice, so those demonic beasts are all illusions and cannot unleash their full strength in life. However, remember not to let your guard down."

Instructor Jing's gaze finally settled on Chen Guan, Hong Yuan, and Yin Chen.

"First squad, you will set off first."

Hong Yuan shrugged and hoisted the giant axe onto her shoulder.

Her bloodshot eyes were filled with a burning desire as she stared intently at Yin Chen.

"Hey, are you going to go first or should I go first?"

A playful smile appeared on Yin Chen's face, his silver hair leaving a graceful trail in the air.

"The reckless bull is in charge of the charge, and the elegant hunter is in charge of the rearguard; that's common sense."

"Who is the bull?"

Red Kite's axe blade left a trail of sparks on the ground, looking ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

"That's definitely not you."

Yin Chen shrugged, his tone dismissive.

The two exchanged words, and the air was thick with tension.

Chen Guan stood to the side, carrying the black coffin on his back, making himself appear invisible.

Let them argue all they want, just don't argue with them.

Instructor Jing's facial features softened, revealing a satisfied expression.

He enjoys watching these kinds of scenes; the more unruly something is, the more satisfying it is to polish it.

At the entrance to the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons, a pitch-black vortex slowly rotated in mid-air.

Stepping inside, the surrounding scenery is stretched and distorted.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a completely different world.

Chen Guan and the other two appeared in a Gothic-style stone corridor.

The damp, cold air was mixed with a fishy smell.

The light was dim, and the carvings on the walls, which looked like distorted and painful faces, were strangely eerie.

"snort."

Red Kite charged out first, its giant axe dragging on the ground with a dull thud.

She didn't wait for the two of them at all; her posture suggested she was going to cleave all the monsters inside the tower in two.

Yin Chen followed at a leisurely pace, a gentle breeze swirling around his fingertips, each step landing in the most secure position.

Chen Guan, on the other hand, regarded himself as an uninvolved spectator, walking leisurely at the very back.

"Be careful of traps," Yin Chen warned, his tone so flat that it betrayed no concern whatsoever.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Hong Yuan lost her footing.

The stone slabs underfoot collapsed, and rows of sharp spikes popped out from the walls on both sides.