Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1247 - 605:

Following Qin Wenxuan's declaration, the two examiners present entered a period of thoughtful silence.

Shen Zhiwei's brow furrowed as she adjusted her gold-rimmed spectacles, subsequently posing a sharp inquiry:

"How exactly are the safety precautions for these candidates being managed? Should a spatial rift be activated, the moment the two realms converge, a multitude of creatures from the Otherworld are likely to descend."

"Director Qin, with over eight hundred lives hanging in the balance, does your intelligence department intend to utilize them as expendable resources for mine clearance?"

"Researcher Shen, I believe there has been a misunderstanding."

Faced with the evident skepticism, Qin Wenxuan hastily extended his hands in a placating gesture, the solemnity on his features softening into a composed expression:

"Our intelligence department would never treat the lives of these candidates lightly."

"As you are aware, the most perilous sector within the entirety of West Mountain is the vicinity surrounding the military-controlled Underground Palace. The designated test zone for this occasion is situated on its periphery, where the spatial fluctuations are considerably more subdued."

He procured the teacup from the table, gently expelling the tea leaves floating on the surface before taking a measured sip, continuing his explanation:

"While it is plausible that these so-called monsters might exploit the instability during periods of weakened repulsive force to infiltrate our dimension, the likelihood of such an event occurring is exceedingly remote. Furthermore, bound by the constraints of high-dimensional laws, their prolonged presence on Earth is simply unfeasible."

"Unless an individual possesses an extraordinary degree of misfortune and inadvertently stumbles into the central vortex of a dimensional gateway, survival within that environment is virtually guaranteed."

"Regarding the engagement with ordinary mutated beasts succumbed to peripheral high-dimensional energy contamination, this serves as an integral component in evaluating their physical prowess, fortitude, and capacity for survival."

"Moreover..."

With this statement, Qin Wenxuan set down his teacup, his gaze intensifying as it swept across Lei Zhen and Shen Zhiwei seated opposite him:

"Should they indeed face threats from entities originating in the Otherworld, would not the two of you, as examiners, personally intervene?"

Having spoken, he turned, stooped slightly, and retrieved two obsidian metal briefcases from beneath the table.

With both hands, he hoisted the substantial cases and positioned them directly before Lei Zhen and Shen Zhiwei, respectively.

"Click."

The metallic clasps adorning the briefcases were successively disengaged by Qin Wenxuan.

The lids were flipped open, revealing within each case a sophisticated instrument emitting a soft, azure luminescence, reminiscent of celestial armillary spheres.

"This apparatus is the High-dimensional Energy Anchor Point Instrument."

Qin Wenxuan gestured towards the coolly glowing devices as he introduced them.

Shedding his prior casual demeanor, he placed both hands firmly on the table's edge, leaning forward slightly, his tone shifting to one of utmost gravity:

"Esteemed colleagues, I must reiterate the directives issued personally by Director Ling."

"During this physical assessment, while the primary objective is to leverage the candidates in pinpointing the coordinates of new interdimensional access points, the strictest mandate is the absolute prevention of any fatalities. This is crucial to avert any cascading escalation of the situation."

"Consequently, I must implore both of you, in your capacity as chief examiners, to each lead an elite special task force into the designated test zone. Your mission will be covert monitoring and safeguarding the participants."

"Naturally..."

Qin Wenxuan delivered a firm pat to the metallic casing of a briefcase, eliciting a resonant thud:

"The paramount directive is that should any candidate inadvertently trigger a spatial rift, you are to immediately deploy this anchor point instrument. Its function is to precisely lock onto and record the coordinates of the portal, thereby establishing initial contact. This will pave the way for our primary forces to establish a permanent presence during subsequent operations."

Having concluded his explanation, Qin Wenxuan straightened, a subtle smile gracing his features:

"Colleagues, if any lingering questions or uncertainties persist regarding the Director's meticulously crafted arrangements, I encourage you to voice them now."

"Our Special Search Team staunchly upholds the principles of democratic deliberation and the aggregation of collective insight, ensuring that each phase of our evaluations proceeds with impeccable precision, unwavering security, and in steadfast adherence to the trust vested in us from higher authorities..."

Before Qin Wenxuan could fully articulate his formal closing remarks, Lei Zhen interjected with palpable impatience.

The burly individual rose to his feet, rotating his thick neck from side to side, a series of distinct cracking sounds emanating from his cervical vertebrae.

A grin stretched across his face, exposing a formidable set of pearly white teeth.

The prominent scar traversing half of his visage contorted with the movement of his facial muscles, exuding an undeniably intimidating aura:

"Rest assured. In my formative years, I once spearheaded an expedition into the Otherworld, leaving a trail of vanquished interdimensional entities. Now that the lives of these fledgling warriors are entrusted to my protection, not even the King of Hell himself shall claim them."

He reached for the multi-functional harness resting on the table, securing it firmly around his waist.

It was evident that he was quite familiar with his role as an undercover examiner, having performed such duties on numerous occasions previously.

Shen Zhiwei showed no interest in their idle conversation.

She deliberately reached out, and with a distinct 'click,' she secured the metal clasp on the briefcase.

Then, lifting the case, she turned sharply and made her way towards the stairwell of the watchtower.

The sharp clicks of her slender high-heeled shoes echoed on the metal steps, creating a crisp sequence of 'tap, tap' sounds.

During the oppressive early summer evening, a solitary, chilling voice was the only sound that returned:

"Let's depart, Lei Zhen. The sun has dipped below the horizon; it is time to let these laboratory rats take the stage."

Lei Zhen, adjusting his wide-brimmed hat onto his head, casually grasped the dark green tactical jacket that had been resting on the chair's back, throwing it over his broad shoulders.

As he stretched his long legs, the jacket's hem swept upwards in a sharp arc, and he strode away with vigorous energy.

..................

It was half-past five in the afternoon.

The sun had already fully disappeared behind the mountain ridge, and the daylight visibly receded.

The sky was painted in a purplish-red hue, resembling clotted blood.

"Beep——"

A piercing assembly whistle abruptly sliced through the quietude of the West Mountain's evening atmosphere.

"All personnel, fall in!"

A severe-faced chief examiner, holding a loudspeaker, stood atop the hood of an armored vehicle and bellowed the command.

On the training field, more than eight hundred candidates had already donned the complete combat suits, uniformly issued by the Special Search Team.