Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 597 The Final Competition
Yes! Isn't it OK to drill through the table?

After receiving the reminder from Director Pisces, the cleaners who were referring to the case suddenly realized what was going on.

No matter how much noise these "talented" perverts made, they only collided with each other above the table and never invaded under the table. In addition, the area below the chest did not suffer any attack either.

Really...if you can do this, why didn’t you say so earlier?
Looking at the Pisces director with his eyes closed with some resentment, more than two-thirds of the cleaners, unable to bear the extremely torturous examination environment around them, impatiently crawled under the tables and escaped from the increasingly fierce fighting above, their faces filled with relief for having survived.

However, after crawling under the table, since they could not see the "tree" behind Director Pisces, they naturally could not continue drawing on the test paper. No matter how gorgeous their "tree" was, their results were completely frozen at the current level.

……

OK, the first batch of 0-point waste has been screened out.

His black and white eyes circled around the dream bubble, and after noting down all the cleaners who chose to drill under the table, Director Pisces, who was sitting cross-legged on the podium, picked up a pen and began to draw zeros one by one on the animal skin notebook.

The upper limit of a cleaner's ability is his or her talent, while the lower limit is the courage to face danger and the perseverance to never give up in the face of adversity.

If you don't have the courage to fight for it even in this safe environment where you won't die or even get hurt, then no matter how good your talent is, you probably won't have the chance to realize it.

You know, the Cleanup Bureau has innumerable enemies, and the abilities of various anomalies are even more varied. No one can guarantee that they will not fail in their lifetime. Even as strong as the Twelve Directors, they can't avoid encountering desperate situations that seem to be certain to end their lives.

If you don't even think about fighting for it when you're told it's absolutely safe, how can you have the courage to face death when you're really on the edge of a road? Such a person will never amount to anything, and even if he's really lucky, it's only a matter of time before he dies.

Well... forget it, I'll give 1 point for the one who drilled the table. Giving all of them 0 points is a bit too absolute.

Looking at the cleaners who had not given up completely among the garbage on the table, but occasionally stuck their heads out to take a look and then lay on the chair to continue drawing, Director Pisces hesitated for a moment, then started to change the grades again.

The person who couldn't get up from the table still got zero points. There was nothing worth expecting from such a coward, but the other cleaners who were still peeking around were barely worth 1 point for their attitude.

Although they lack the courage to face death, and even when they have been told that they will not die and can still hone their talents, they still dare not give it a try. But as long as they do not give up directly, there is still a chance of being saved. If they experience two more life-and-death crises, they may be able to develop courage.

But those are all things for the future. The remaining one third of the people who are sitting on the chairs, screaming and gritting their teeth to insist on drawing, are the future pillars of the bureau. No matter how long they can persist, and no matter what they can draw, everyone deserves a passing score of 30 points.

After looking at the remaining cleaners with satisfaction and completing the basic scoring one by one amid their miserable screams and howls, Director Pisces retracted his eyes and began to wait for the remaining people to show their talents.

Under the heavy pressure of the pioneers' "talent", the remaining one hundred cleaners could no longer think of anything else. They were all writing furiously, almost burning themselves out.

In less than three minutes, all the cleaners who had not yet crawled under the table had completed their test papers, demonstrating their unique talents.

Rusty chains, holeless masks, fox heads with blue flames burning in their eye sockets;

A stitched puppet, a withered maze, a music box with two skeletons dancing in each other’s arms;

All kinds of strange images, suppressed by the gloomy gray fog and flying feathers, emerged from the test paper with great difficulty, protecting the cleaners who were already exhausted from drawing next to them, and carried them floating in the muddy yellow current like unfortunate people who fell into a sewer.

Apart from these cleaners who were lacking in talent and just barely managed to avoid being swallowed, there were about twenty elites who displayed talents that were far inferior to Feiyu and Huiwu, but were comparable to Zhuoliu. The horned man on Lyon's left was one of them.

"Haha, I underestimated you."

Holding the neck of the centipede ant he had drawn, the horned man looked at Leon, whose body was cut all over by the gray fog and burned black by the flying feathers, and who was almost inhuman. He couldn't help but sneer and said mockingly, "I didn't expect that although you don't have much talent, you are still very patient!"

"..."

Do you think it is possible that I am not able to endure it, but I just don’t feel any pain at all?
[Through the creator's detailed explanation, as well as your own observations and summaries, you have obtained a lot of information about "Talents", and the special-colored badge "Materialistic Soul (Red)" has been activated.

Since you have thoroughly understood the operating rules of "Talents", your resistance to this anomaly has greatly increased, and you are now able to shield against extremely deep influences.]

After raising his hand to close the pop-up panel, the flesh on his face was rapidly fading away. Leon, whose face was replaced by a holeless mask, turned his head and glanced at the horned man covered in wounds, then responded politely:

"It's okay, you're not bad either."

"?!"

Listening to Leon's answer without any tremor, looking at his body that was madly eroded by various "talents" and looked more like a monster than a human, the horned man's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.

With my own "talents" to protect me, I only had to endure the aftermath of two or three "talents", and my muscles were tense with pain. And this kid had more than forty kinds of other people's talents, and they were fighting each other wildly. How could he still sit there like nothing happened?

Seeing Leon, who replied to him and then turned his head back with an expressionless face... or perhaps turned his head with an expressionless face, sitting upright in the chair without any reaction at all, the horned man could not help but fall into silence.

This kid... is a bit outrageous!

The same goes for the shameless woman next to him. The talent displayed by the woman in yellow was only slightly inferior to that of the "Angel" and the "Death", so what she said before about her confidence in poisoning everyone and helping this kid take first place was probably not just bragging.

In this case...even if I can't completely eliminate this kid, I must do something to lower his score as much as possible!
"Mr. Pisces!"

After sizing up Leon and the other man with fear, the horned man shouted towards the distant podium:

"I've finished the test, can I move around a bit?"

Ok?
After hearing what the horned man said, Director Pisces raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said with interest:

"How do you want to move around? Tell me."

"I want to sit closer to other people."

After glancing at Leon who was covered in wounds, the horned man twitched his lips slightly, and then smiled maliciously:

"When my 'talent' approaches others and adds pressure to them, others' 'talent' is also approaching me, adding extra pressure to me... Shouldn't it be considered illegal for me to do this?"

"Not counting."

Glancing at Leon, who looked like a dead person but still sitting in a relaxed position next to him, Director Pisces's gray eyebrows trembled involuntarily, and then he nodded slightly and said:
"To bear the pressure brought by others' 'talent' is part of this test. You can get close to whoever you want. I have no objection. I even welcome you to do so.

In addition, there is one more thing I can tell you. The specific ranking of this assessment will be calculated according to how long you persist. Only when there is only one person left, this assessment will be completely over...Okay, that's all I have to say. You can do whatever you want."

(End of this chapter)