Ark Undead

However, Kal'tsit continued speaking after that.

“I didn’t know the data would be this outrageous, but I knew it would be extraordinary.”

Kal'tsit reached out and took the data form from Warfarin's hand, reading out the information recorded on it bit by bit.

"Its maximum instantaneous acceleration reaches fifty meters per second, it can pierce through a new type of steel comparable to D32 steel with a single punch, and it maintains excellent combat readiness against various sonic attacks. Do you know what these combined data represent?"

Kal'tsit put down the form in her hand, slapped it onto Warfarin's chest, and said.

"He is not human."

"?" Warfarin blinked, stunned.

"No...you can't insult people..."

"I didn't insult him, I was just stating a fact: he's not human."

Kal'tsit shook her head and told Warfarin to put the form away.

“There are many things you don’t know. If the Doctor were here, I’m sure… well, I admit it, he might ask the Undead for a vial of blood because of your request.”

Warfarin smiled.

Kal'tsit then added a sentence that completely froze Warfarin's smile.

"Then he'll shut down the entire medical department to prevent any unforeseen events from affecting the whole of Rhodes Island. He'll let you see for yourselves just how outrageous your ideas are."

Kal'tsit looked down at Warfarin with a superior gaze; she was used to this position.

“I understand that before knowing the truth, people tend to harbor illusions about the unknown and all hope. Perhaps the immortals will understand your ignorance. But any power that belongs to them will not show mercy to those who try to covet it.”

Warfarin gripped the form tightly in her hand, looking at it with a sense of bewilderment.

Is the situation really as serious as Kal'tsit said?

But why did she feel that the Undead were actually quite kind?

"We have neither the right nor the opportunity to attempt to explore the 'unknown' that is beyond our level. Put away your petty thoughts; even I would feel insignificant in the face of such secrets."

Kal'tsit glanced back at the Undead who was still in the training room. He had just returned to the observation room above and was surrounded by elite operators such as Ace.

Sensing Kal'tsit's gaze, the undead raised his head, met her eyes, and nodded to her.

Kal'tsit turned back to look at Warfarin in front of her.

"Once his data form is ready, do not fill in any data yourself. Let me handle it."

Kelsey said.

"His understanding and our perception have never been in the same world, and we shouldn't try to measure his existence with our own power, that would just make us seem really ignorant. At least you are an elite of Rhodes Island, and there are many things you should understand."

After saying this, Kal'tsit left and went to her office.

Only Warfarin remained, standing there lost in thought.

It's a pity, I can't smell his blood...

...

Returning our attention to the training room, the entire test ended quickly, but it was by no means smooth sailing.

First, the strength testing device was punched through, and then the pedal under the feet of the immortal being in the speed test was crushed by a tremendous force.

In short, the entire test ended rather unsafely amidst a series of unexpected events.

However, this at least proves one thing: with any of their existing instruments and measurement methods, they cannot accurately estimate the strength of the Undead.

Since things have already come to this point, everyone simply stopped thinking about it and placed the strength of the Undead in a separate category in their minds.

Since neither of them really understood the concept, there was no need for them to practice together.

A teacher capable of teaching Melantha would naturally be skilled in technique as well.

Then came a series of questionnaires and test questions.

These questionnaires primarily assess a person's combat awareness, operational planning, and command abilities.

For the sake of speed, the Undead don't mind if there are other people around during their tests.

So everyone simply gathered together, and Ace read the questions on the test to the Undead.

The immortal only needed to speak, while Huang, standing next to him, turned on the recorder and recorded everything the immortal said for later reference.

"Ahem, if you're ready, let's begin, Mr. War Knight."

"can."

The Undead nodded. He sat upright on the bench, looking at Ace in front of him.

Huang watched from the side, unable to suppress a laugh. The scene was rather comical; the undead, who should have been ferocious, now looked like a well-behaved student waiting for the teacher to ask a question.

"That's the first question. When you and your squad are on a breakout mission, as the commander, how would you organize your squad members for combat?"

Next, Ace very professionally listed four teammates who would be acting alongside the Undead in the puzzle, including their physical data, preferred methods, and personality traits.

But the Undead just looked at Ace and spoke.

"I told them to back off."

"?" Ace looked at the Undead in confusion.

"why?"

"Because it will block my way, so I can take action."

"..."

Everyone looked somewhat speechless.

How should I put it? He truly lives up to his reputation as a warrior knight.

Huang couldn't help but laugh out loud, and only calmed down a little when Scout and Amiya looked over.

Ace rubbed his forehead.

"Alright...alright then, considering your skills, this is indeed the most suitable combat method for you. Let's move on to the next one."

As she spoke, Ace took out a second piece of paper.

He cleared his throat and began to read.

"You have received a special emergency mission: to deal with a giant Originium Beast that has appeared on the Rhodes Island shipping lanes."

Ace put down the paper for a moment and looked at the Undead.

"Okay, disregarding all possible special circumstances, what would you do?"

“Kill it.”

The Undead said without hesitation.

"How to kill?"

Ace continued to ask questions, adding two more sentences.

"What weapon would you choose, and how would you use it? The more specific you are, the better. We will determine your score based on your answers. Of course, feel free to ask me any questions you may have."

After a two-second pause, the Undead looked up and began asking Ace some details about the Originium Beasts.

This was completely unexpected by everyone present.

The Undead didn't speak like a brute; he simply picked up my greatsword and crushed it.

Instead, they inquired about the details of the Originium Beasts, such as their physical structure, whether they had fur, their physical strength, and so on.

Ace also addressed the issue of the immortals by finding all the data on the paper and telling the immortals about it.

This was never a test question that allowed operators to disclose all the information.

If the previous problem was that all the information was given, and the undead were given the opportunity to deploy their forces based on that information.

The solution is to wait for the operators to actively seek out information, and then develop tactical plans based on the existing intelligence.

Many operators answer questions immediately upon learning about them, neglecting to gather information about the Originium Beasts.

This is the core of the question: whether operators can proactively take on the task of information gathering.

Without a doubt, the Undead, who is generally perceived as a powerful being who only needs to use brute force and physical strength to keep moving forward, actually has such awareness. Of course, the Undead's final answer is still the same: charge in.

However, everyone understood that after assessing the difference in strength between the two sides, the Undead's choice was precisely the simplest, most direct, and most effective solution.

The result is the same, but the process has proven many things.

Next, Ace asked some other questions based on the information on the form.

The immortals answered all the questions.

In the end, the undead's answer to all these things is often the same: just charge through.

But no one questioned his conclusion.

Because he really can brute force his way through.

To everyone's surprise, everything in the tactical planning section seemed to be superfluous for the Undead.

After Ace finished asking the last question, everyone felt a sense of relief.

Even Huang, who prefers to use his hands rather than his words, breathed a sigh of relief.

That was too rough.

The only way to deal with non-death situations is by hacking and slashing.

He just cut it down, but everyone had to admit that it was indeed very effective for him.

"How should I put it... well, my feelings are quite complicated."

Amiya blinked, looking somewhat flustered as she turned to look at Ace, then at Huang.

Neither of them could give him a clear answer.

Is this a standard, or...?

"Just write 'Excellent' for the ratings. I suggest writing 'Excellent' for the ratings and leaving the rest to the people who are handling these documents."

Ace put down the paper in his hand and rubbed his head.

"After all, the method he proposed was indeed effective... it's just that we can't follow suit."