About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"The first test is physical strength. Usually, Dr. Kal'tsit will perform this test during a physical examination, but there is also a corresponding test method here."

"Physical strength... what method?"

Orson asked curiously, and saw Dubin took out a baguette, a wooden stick, a D32 steel electric baton,

"Pick one and hit it on the head."

"That's too rough! Besides, is there really anything you can use to hit your head with besides a baguette..."

"Hmm? The baguette is the test item for the highest level of [Excellence]."

"Ah... so that's the setting."

Orson wiped the sweat off his face.

"You can give up, and it will be defaulted to the normal level."

Kal'tsit added lightly on the side, and this sentence actually aroused Orson's ambition.

I'm Orson Olga, second in command to the Reunion Movement! A few iron rods won't hurt!

"How can I give up...! Give me a stick!"

Orson made up his mind and chose a wooden stick of [standard] strength, then gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

30 seconds later——

"Physical strength, average."

Kal'tsit recorded the first result with an expressionless face, then glanced at Orson who had a bump on his head.

Perhaps I should really try to distinguish Orson and the 'Doctor' as two different beings.

After all... the doctor wasn't so naive at first.

84. There is no point in saying so much, let’s move to another place!

It was a bad start, as I got the worst [Ordinary] standard right from the start.

Although Instructor Doberman explained to Orson that after normal, there are [Defects] and [Others], but Defects corresponds to disabled people and Others corresponds to medical carts, this is not a comfort to Orson.

—In short, we must not lose face no matter what! I am here to represent everyone in the Reunion Movement, and I must let Rhodes Island know the true strength of the Reunion leader! No matter what happens next, I will do my best!

Orson started to burn on his own, which made Doberman next to him frown.

"Doctor Kelsey, is Orson... having a fever?"

"It's just pointless competitiveness."

Kal'tsit looked calm, and then summoned Mon3tr to bring a bucket of water to calm Orson down (physical).

In short, the three of them arrived at the next testing site.

"What is the content of this test, Instructor Doberman?"

Orson asked as he wiped his head with a towel.

"[Battlefield Maneuverability] is also divided into four standard tests - excellent, good, standard, and ordinary."

While introducing, Dubin showed Orson the different levels of test tracks one by one.

The common test environment is a 100-meter round-trip obstacle course, something Orson had seen before at sports meets.

The standard testing environment is a bit like the obstacle course in entertainment programs, with many moving platforms and swing points.

The excellent testing environment is not limited to flat ground. There are many extremely steep slopes and deep pits, which Junjun can't get through at first glance.

The ideal testing environment is an enclosed corridor filled with LED white lights.

"This is?"

Orson pointed to the room in front of him curiously, and saw Doberman press the remote control button, and a red laser shot out from the end of the corridor with a "biu——" sound.

"..."

Orson blinked. The Excellence Test Room was the laser corridor from Resident Evil.

I feel like Rhodes Island is becoming more and more terrifying...

"I'll choose Excellent this time. Can I use Originium Techniques?"

Orson selected an excellent testing site with very complex terrain.

The reason for not choosing Excellence was simple. After all, it was just a physical examination, there was no need to risk one's life...

"Yes, but no major damage to the terrain is allowed. There are three flags along the way. Pick them all up and reach the finish line to pass."

Dobin introduced the rules, Orson nodded, and then entered the testing area.

"pause"

Orson directly summoned Pause, and the shadow extended forward and stuck to the cliff like a grappling hook, then retracted and pulled Orson forward.

Orson, who was fixed on the cliff, grabbed the first flag, released his arms and fell down. He used a rest as a buffer before hitting the ground and got the second flag.

Finally, Orson sprinted to the edge of the cliff, turned around and used his shadow to push the cliff, using the recoil to "push" himself to the other side of the deep pit and take the final flag.

"23.49s—a new record."

Dubin pressed the stopwatch and looked at the time in surprise.

"Red's record has been broken, Kal'tsit. And Orson's Originium skills are somewhat similar to yours?"

“It’s not the same in essence.”

Kal'tsit responded briefly, then wrote "Excellent/Excellent" on [Battlefield Maneuverability].

"How are your grades, Instructor Doberman?"

After finishing the test, Orson left the room to question Doberman.

"You broke the record. This level of mobility has almost reached its limit, unless someone can teleport."

"I do know a girl who can teleport briefly, but...she'll probably fall into a pit halfway through the test."

"...?"

Doberman tilted his head, not sure who Orson was talking about.

"Speaking of which, can anyone really achieve excellence?"

Orson asked curiously.

"Yes, she happened to be taking a test."

Kal'tsit pointed to the Resident Evil laser room next to her. A familiar shadow was inside at the moment. It was Red.

"Wow..."

Orson's eyes widened. The red in the room kept twisting and turning to avoid one laser after another. Finally, when faced with the grid laser array without any blind spots, he shrank into a catworm and squeezed through the gap.

"qualified."

“No, there was something that was completely incompatible with the human body just now…!?”

"This is Originium Technique."

Kal'tsit responded indifferently, and Hong, who had left the Excellence Test Room, was stunned for a moment after seeing Orson, then hid behind Kal'tsit and stuck out her tongue at Orson.

"Bad guy, but Red has more mobility."

This wolf cub has even learned to hide behind his parents and provoke them.

Orson silently said that he would remember this grudge and that sooner or later he would whip the tail of the person he was looking for.

After the battlefield mobility test, the next item is the [physiological tolerance] part.

Orson followed Doberman Kelsey, this time to several small enclosed rooms side by side.

Walking from right to left, the small room contains 40-degree warm water, 47-degree hot water, 80-degree steam sauna, and a 300-degree stove.

Dobin told Orson that the way to test physiological tolerance is to enter these rooms and stay there for more than 5 minutes.

"Finally, this room is really not used for baking sweet potatoes...?"

Orson was looking at the sweet potato oven with emotion, when the room happened to be pushed open from the inside, and a heat wave that could burn the skin rushed out along with a big, strong man.

"Sweating in a sauna after training is always relaxing—hmm? Orson, have you arrived in Rhodes Island?"

The one roasting himself in the oven was none other than ACE.

"Um...ah, yes."

Orson blinked and thought to himself that he was worthy of being my ACE brother, a real macho man.

——Okay, in that case, I can’t let myself down in front of big brother!

"I want to sweat in an 80-degree steam room!"

Orson clenched his fists, looking ambitious.

3 minutes later--

“@△@Mmmmm, puff, puff, puff…”

Orson, steaming all over, lay on the ground with an ice pack on his head, and kept making strange noises from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you men like to be heroes so much?"

Doberman looked at Orson helplessly, then asked ACE.

“There comes a point when a man can no longer retreat.”

ACE pushed up his glasses.

As for Kal'tsit, who was sitting next to Orson, she sighed softly and replaced the ice pack for Orson.

"Wuwuwu...ah, did I pass?"

After a while, Orson finally got up.

"You worked hard, but of course you didn't pass. If I had dragged you out later, you would probably be cooked by now."

Kal'tsit responded indifferently and wrote "average" on her resume's physiological tolerance.

"How did Brother ACE do it?"

Orson scrambled to his feet and grumbled quietly.

"Exercise more," ACE responded after thinking for a few seconds.

“Is this really related to exercise…?”

His physiological tolerance and physical strength were both at an average level, which made Orson begin to doubt that he might not be the leader of the Integration Movement at all, but the number one CJB in the North.

No matter how uncomfortable it is, the physical examination must continue. The next item is [Tactical Planning].

Orson had thought that the testing location this time would be some kind of particularly cyberpunk virtual holographic sandbox simulation, or a group of keyboard politicians quarreling with each other over a non-existent war.

But after arriving at the testing site, Orson found that the layout of the room was unexpectedly... familiar.

A bit like an internet cafe.

"The tactical planning test will be conducted through a simulated sandbox simulation created by Klosher. I will be the examiner this time. As long as you don't get defeated within 20 minutes, you will receive a standard or excellent rating."

Doberman sat down at the computer across from Orson and motioned for him to sit down as well.

"Uh... I don't know how to do that. Please go easy on me, Instructor Doberman."

Orson sat down, opened the simulation sandbox software called "SandCraft", and found out——

Isn't this StarCraft?

"Choose your tactical style, and then we'll start the game."

Dobin looked at Orson, who was stunned for a few seconds and then nodded.

20 minutes later--

“Lose, lose…?”

Doberman slumped in the chair, staring at the scene of failure in front of him in disbelief.

"What kind of tactics are those? It's too weird, no, it's simply incomprehensible...!"