Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 677 - 321: Just a Test_2

By the instant the initial strike connected, Ron was already forming his follow-up assault.

This round, he aimed to deploy "Spiritual Shock" alongside the "Micro-structure Adaptation" features, targeting an exact pinpoint blast at the consciousness nucleus of the Chaotic Spirit Monster, incorporating the dual burst method he'd just mastered.

Yet, right before he could deliver the decisive blow, both Miller and Wayne stepped in at once to halt him.

"That's sufficient!"

Miller's tone carried intense astonishment, his gaze on Ron holding a rather unusual look:

"The examination has concluded! Cease the assault right away!"

His cybernetic left arm reached out, intercepting Ron's subsequent spellcasting gesture:

"I have to concede, your display has utterly surpassed every anticipation we held. From your alerting skills, battle responses, to strategic deployment, you've attained the Silver Ring level explorer benchmark."

Wayne, acting as the overseer, gave a nod too and pulled a sophisticated device from his pocket.

With a gentle push on the main activation switch, a unique Energy Fluctuation radiated outward.

The Chaotic Spirit Monster's form started to fade into transparency, its menacing aura slowly vanishing.

"This serves as a specialized test specimen from the Observation station's training division,"

Wayne clarified, his partially stony visage displaying tiny fissures from the recent fright:

"Even though it underwent rigorous behavioral control adjustments, slashing its threat level considerably, it preserves nearly all the authentic Chaotic Spirit Monster's trait capabilities. We employ it to assess your reaction speed and mental endurance under harsh conditions."

The other pair of scientists, Alice and Falko, evidently had no clue about the actual purpose of this event.

At present, they were both grappling with intense aftereffects, Alice's retching now mixed with blood, while Falko's psyche seemed on the verge of shattering.

"This... this was merely a trial?"

Falko inquired in a quivering voice, his silver locks plastered to his head from icy perspiration:

"I believed... we were truly doomed here. That dread... it felt like my mind was on the edge of ripping apart."

Wayne maintained a composed demeanor, blending respect for Ron's prowess with some dissatisfaction toward the Observation station's evaluation approach:

"The Explorer team central command is quite intrigued by your shown resistance to corruption, plus gauging your genuine combat prowess."

He halted, his eyes reflecting profound reflection:

"Per the initial blueprint, should anyone get struck by a teleport ray, they'd simply relocate to a fully sanitized secure zone near the Observation station.

There, an expert rescue squad waits ready, guaranteeing zero actual losses."

"But..."

Miller continued, his voice tinged with hesitation:

"Your alerting talent and spatial detection precision, coupled with that near-flawless battle tempo... everything outstripped our projections.

Particularly your exact targeting of the Chaotic Spirit Monster's vulnerabilities, which even veteran Silver Ring level explorers might struggle to match."

Ron stayed composed, swiftly dissecting the underlying details exposed by this "examination."

The Explorer team's focus on him went well beyond what he'd foreseen, signaling both prospects and hazards.

Too much spotlight could limit his operational independence, yet it might unlock broader paths to the Abyss's depths.

The Observation station clearly holds certain tech for managing Advanced Abyssal Creatures, knowledge that's intrinsically precious for investigation.

Should he obtain such insights, it would immensely boost his diverse researches.

Nevertheless, this unannounced harsh testing approach starkly reveals the Observation station's leadership's stern demeanor.

In this place, the informational privileges and psychological well-being of regular staff are plainly overlooked, all prioritizing the "mission outcomes."

"I grasp the need for these kinds of assessments,"

Ron replied in a mildly cautious manner:

"Within such a perilous occupational setting, it's certainly vital to gauge staff's authentic skills via battle. Still..."

He stopped, his eyes moving from Miller to Wayne:

"For future similar setups, I'd appreciate at least a subtle indication about the test's intent.

This would safeguard the fairness of the appraisal outcomes while preventing needless emotional strain on unaware participants."

He eyed Alice and Falko, who continued to recuperate:

"In the end, even the simulated life-or-death scenarios in my training apparatus deliver genuine psychic effects, let alone exposure to an actual Abyss realm."

Wayne inclined his head faintly, offering neither full endorsement nor rejection of Ron's idea:

"True, in crafting the trial, we emphasized performance measurement, paying insufficient heed to the emotional toll on participants."

He regarded the duo still quaking, his statement carrying a touch of superficiality:

"I'll convey this concern to the superiors, checking if we might implement a kinder approach without compromising the trial's potency."

Miller stowed his armament, his manner turning cordial:

"At this point, I can formally extend the invitation for you to register as an explorer."

He retrieved an insignia from his chest area, bearing an intricate Abyss landscape design:

"While your primary role remains in material examination studies, possessing explorer status will grant additional chances and assets.

Such as joining profound scouting missions, favored access to scarce resources, and elevated pay bonuses."

This offer proves quite compelling.

As an explorer, Ron would gain lawful entry to the Abyss's deeper layers, which carries tremendous worth for his assorted investigations.