The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

In the center of the island, a colossal, all-white building stands out starkly.

There was no gate, no passage, only a cold and oppressive expanse of steel and concrete ridges.

Parker stood at a distance, squinting at the eerie building that had no entrance or exit in sight, his expression gradually darkening.

"This warden didn't even leave an entrance. This level of containment fortification is a nuclear-proof fortification, extremely sturdy."

"Don't say that my 38-point physique is not enough to force my way through the wall. Even if I drove a truck loaded with steel coils, I couldn't break through this level of containment fortification."

"This is really difficult..."

At this moment, one of the chosen ones pointed to the guard posts on the outer perimeter that connected to the containment works.

"Boss, look over there!"

Parker seemed to understand something, then burst into laughter.

"I knew the warden was a complete idiot! How could he possibly design that level of defense?"

"He's just fixing a door, isn't he? He's just fixing it inside the guard booth. As long as there's a door, we can crack it!"

"Boss, you were absolutely brilliant! It seems that bringing a locksmith along was definitely the wisest decision in the world!"

"Thank goodness we protected that door maker kid and prevented those women from the End Guild from killing him, otherwise we wouldn't know how to open the door even if it was there."

The doorman was an ordinary peak chosen one, unremarkable in appearance, thin and inconspicuous, wearing a faded gray work jacket, with long and nimble fingers.

They are the kind of ordinary people who would be easily lost in a crowd.

If we had to name a special skill, his only skill would be opening doors, any kind of door, whether it's an alloy gate or a security door.

As long as the concept of a door exists, he can open it instantly by activating his talent.

Even doors that require an electronic card can be opened.

In a way, this door maker was both a lucky and unlucky Chosen One at the peak of the gods, because his awakened talent was the ability to open doors.

Anything that has the concept of a door can be opened with just a thought, even without a key.

Once the talent awakening is activated, the talent slot is full again. Unless you use a Limit Break Stone to change jobs at level 20, you won't get an extra talent slot.

Fortunately, there were no doors in the instance that could stop him, and he didn't even need to look for clues or keys.

He can directly open the door containing key clues to the dungeon, making it easier for him to find a way out more quickly.

Unfortunately, this talent does not improve combat power at all. When facing a top-tier chosen one of the same level, the doorkeeper is inherently a step weaker.

No one knew the doorman's real name; everyone just called this ordinary-looking man the doorman.

Seeing that there was a place where he could be used, the doorman rubbed his hands together and smiled, knowing that he was an irreplaceable member of the organization.

The doorman patted his chest and said:

"Don't worry, boss! As long as it's a door, I can open it for you."

Parker nodded. That's what specialization is all about!

No wonder everyone else in the guild likes to bring a doorkeeper when going into dungeons. Having a doorkeeper who can open all the doors can save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

When Parker and his team arrived at the security room, they were completely dumbfounded, because the security room was empty except for a small observation window.

This...this isn't right, is it?

Where is the gate to my detention center?

Parker was stunned, completely bewildered.

Looking at the small, explosion-proof glass window, the passageway was narrow.

The observation port observes all the weeping angels.

Parker looked thoughtful, then said somewhat angrily:

"That cunning warden didn't even design a main gate! How are we supposed to move the weeping angel out now?"

"Go crawl through this window!"

Parker pointed to one of his Japanese subordinates.

Tamura Naoya immediately nodded. They couldn't think of any way for the ruling side to turn the tide in this situation.

The warden has most likely been ambushed by a dozen or so chosen ones from the raiding group, and betrayed by his own chosen ones.

Even if they survive, their strength will definitely be severely damaged. At worst, they can organize another group of people and personally deal with the warden.

Now the Silent Containment Tower has been stolen by them, and the Weeping Angel is about to be released.

This 2400-point peak national war was, as expected, another quick push game.

Even if he dies at the hands of the monstrous creatures, Tamura Naoya will be resurrected after the chaotic order wins.

They're not afraid of dying at all!

Tamura Naoya immediately nodded and, with his exceptionally high physical strength of 20 points, opened the blast-proof glass window with a single elbow.

The cherry blossom person was already short in stature, and after a series of crackling sounds came from his body, his size shrank even further.

For Tamura Naoya, who had just used his bone-shrinking technique, the ventilation opening suddenly seemed quite wide.

This is a trash skill that Chosen Ones often draw, the Collarbone Technique. I never thought it would come in handy today.

Without hesitation, Tamura Naoya crawled into the observation port, wriggling rapidly in the narrow opening like a maggot.

The further you go in, the narrower the road becomes.

They had to climb higher and make all sorts of twists and turns, which made Tamura Naoyuki curse inwardly.

Damn warden, why make something so complicated for just an observation point?

That's absolutely insane!

Luckily, I'm small and have the ability to shrink myself, so I was able to squeeze through the narrow observation port.

Hmph! You didn't expect that, did you!

Your Excellency Warden, this is a talent I was born with, and no one but us Sakura people can learn it.

Tamura Naoya shattered more than a dozen pieces of bulletproof glass with his elbows, making more than a dozen turns along the way.

He finally managed to crawl into the prison, where it was pitch black below and he couldn't see very well.

Naoya Tamura estimated the height to the bottom of the ground.

He immediately curled his lip in disdain, "Only 50 meters high, and you think you can kill me by falling?"

My current weight is less than 50kg, and my constitution is 20 points.

According to the laws of physics, the lighter the weight, the lower the impact upon landing.

This height is no challenge for him at all!

Thinking of this, Tamura Naoya immediately performed a leap of faith, free-falling from a height of fifty meters.

Naoya Tamura took a leap and fell freely from a height of fifty meters.

He was secretly pleased that his light weight meant less impact, and that his 20 points of constitution were enough to withstand the landing damage.

But just as he was about to touch the ground, a chilling light suddenly shone from the darkness below.

That wasn't flat ground, but a dense array of tetanus blades pointing diagonally upwards.

The blades were rusted with a dark yellow patina, their jagged edges forming a dense network that covered the entire containment area, waiting specifically for any unauthorized intruders.

"What?!"

His pupils contracted sharply, but it was too late to adjust his posture.

"Pfft!"

A dull yet piercing thud exploded out.

The sharpest, foremost rusty blade pierced precisely between his legs.

A sharp pain exploded instantly, shooting straight to the top of the head.