Chapter 12- first real exam in the new world.
Nation: Great Void Nation (Ranked Second in the World)
Date: 36/5/670 – Void Calendar
Location: Night Watchers Headquarters, City No. 87
(First Person POV – May)
I sat on one of the benchs in the night watchers headquarters and I had done my very best for the last day like a proper student should do.
"Host, you had at most eaten more food then usual and it was fatty food"
Cellular adaptation replied.
"Ok, i can swear to god you can hear my thoughts without me noticing."
I said in my mind to cellular adaptation.
"... I was just stating facts."
The text on the screen made my right eye twitched slightly but i held my temper since it be bad if i got angry at the date of the exam.
"So got anything important from overhearing the conversations from others here." I asked cellular adaptation internally.
The reply was quick and easy to understand if I was being honest.
"There is a talent test before the first exam after that there matchs there are appointment 600 examines so there be first match's then semi-final match's then for last there be final match's and only top 50 can get into night watcher exams and even then only 25 fully become night watchers after the two month training period."
I was really happy that I understood a new function of cellular adaptation that was overhearing people's conversation.
"Better term is information gathering."
The reply text were written instantly.
"Ok you are overhearing my internal monolog."
"I do not understand what host is saying currently as i am busy gathering information from others."
I let the bastard slide again because the 'gathering information' was important. This new function or skill is simple to truly understand. I simply hear everything that everyone is saying around me with my super human hearing then cellular adaptation takes what information is needed and deletes the unneeded information like the bets those few guys in the corner were making currently.
(First person pov- Chief Darius Vale)
I came here right after the day of the funeral for the dead officers. It had to moved because of the exam today and few other important things.
I currently sat in one of the chairs in the talent testing room.
The room was mostly white with a table in the middle on top of it was a ball. It was a talent testing ball. It was uses to use and understand it flowed void energy inside the person and it tested how much energy when inside the person. 10% meant H rank talent and each 10% increase meant an increase in talent rank. The highest was 90% absorb and how we found the talent is also quite simple when void energy entered the person their talent would react slightly that slight change is recorded in the cameras inside the room. So the ball found talent rank and cameras found talent system.
The room spread by a special reformed glass made to withstand punchs from second physical star rank beings just in case anyone's talent reacted wildly. The talent's usually didn't hurt their users but others were never speard from them because how could a talent tell a different friend or foe. It was like a gun telling a difference between something or nothing. Talents were same mindless tools the difference lays how ones uses them.
"Chief Darius, you are losing interest again. Please pay attention."
I was snapped out of my internal monolog my deputy. The bastard looked weirdly smug.
"What is there to notice when all of them came here to join the night watchers."
I replied annoyed at his smug look.
"Ho come on have a little faith who knows few of them might join the police later and they just came here to try their luck or try again whichever came first."
I rolled my eyes but said nothing because he was partly true some of the examiners only came here to gain a good understanding of their talent rank since properly since outside a person has to pay a fee while at night watcher's exam it's for free and it's slightly more details then outside. Because many previously failed people try again the next year. Because night watcher exam allows a person to try the exam one more time but they fail even then they are not worth noticing.
Soon a new examines name was called over the speaker's "Lily please come in the talent testing room."
I frowned slightly but my face returned to it's naturally soon. It seems it was naturally borm slum person. There were two types of slum people one were naturally born ones the mostly ones that anyone would meet. Other were demotivate people they were people with crimes on their head so they were send to the slums as punishment. The difference between naturally born slum person and a sentence slum person was their name. Naturally slum people have only one name while the sentence people have a name and a surname it was the main difference between them.
The girl named walked into the room with a slightly nervous but hopeful expression. First thing I noticed was her smaller height then most people her age.
"Wow, she is cute."
I heard one of the exam overseer say.
"Cuteness doesn't mean passing or talent or high talent rank."
Another overseer said coldly. It was clear this one took offense to the previous's one comment about girl being cute. I ignored them both as i began to speak from the intercom.
"Miss lily all you need to do is touch the ball on the table for at most 10 seconds."
The girl named lily nodded her head as she slowly walked towards the black ball and touched it soon the ball began to glow rapidly few seconds later it stopped growing. When it stopped the absorbed percentage was 63%. Me and the other's in the room were shell shocked at the result because it meant her talent rank was around C rank. This kid had talent to reach sixth rank and what shocked us even more was the talent type and talent name. The talent type was mental and it's name was false reality. It was a terrifying talent because it could create illusions so powerful they felt like reality. In more simple terms if the girl create a bow and arrow then used that bow to shot the arrow it would hurt like a real arrow would but there was no real wound on the person. That is why it was terrifying when used correctly by someone smart or resourceful.
I saw the overseer who said cuteness didn't meant talent or something like that. Look at the girl with greed clear in his eyes like she was something his so I interfered by saying.
"Looks like cuteness doesn't mean talent or talent rank but talent and talent rank mean cuteness."
My comment finally snapped everyone out of there shocked state and look at the man with an amused expression specially the guy who called the girl cute looked at the guy with a smug expression. I need ignored the reactions of my actions as I said in the speaker coms "kid you are allowed to leave and please wait for the next set of rules to be explained soon."
The girl lily nodded her head rapidly again as she quickly goes out of the room to wait in the examiners area soon after that few other examiners were tested but none were above H or G rank. Currently we were at one of the last examines "May blackheart, please enter the talent testing room."
After that a girl with mismatched eyes walked in the room. Her right eye was pure black like an abyss of endless darkness while her left eye was blood red like a sea of blood and her hair was pure black like night itself.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE:- i was too lazy to write it properly. So I just what I meanted to do so bye now my dear readers.)