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“See, I told you so.” Norsidi gradually retreated to a corner, feeling that this situation had nothing to do with him; he had warned them beforehand.
Although he could not see, his sense of smell and hearing were exceptionally sharp, allowing him to perceive the vibrations in the air and the scent of blood that lingered.
In the sealed space, the creature was instantly killed, its body chopped into pieces.
At first, no one expected this outcome. Suddenly, there was commotion outside the door, followed by a group of people rushing in. Upon seeing the corpses on the ground, they immediately ran over to inquire about the situation. This was an accident that had occurred during work. Ross, panicking among the crowd, rushed in and was stunned by the scene before him.
“This situation has nothing to do with me. I was with him when he was alive; he opened the Shackles and then got eaten.” That was essentially what happened. Although he was merely a backup candidate for assessment, everything that transpired was due to their failure to heed his advice. The examiners who arrived also testified to this.
Others came over to take statements one by one. Next, the President arrived and called Nosty over to ask, “You knew that creature could move. What was your basis for that? I saw your Report Form; your physical condition isn’t very strong. However, if you can convince me, I can approve your membership in the association.”
“I sensed its mental fluctuations. Although I don’t rely on my physical abilities, my brain has been developed. I don’t possess the formidable powers of a Gene Lock, but I used to be a Psychic Sensory User. You understand what I mean, right? I heard its inner cries and felt the flow of mental energy in its Brain. Usually, when a creature dies, some essence drifts away from its body. I didn’t sense any such out-of-body fluctuations; it was filled with resentment and was pretending to be dead. I knew it was faking death, but I couldn’t stop the team leader; that’s my fault. Is this reasoning sufficient?” Nosty explained meticulously.
The other examiners nearby understood his judgment at that moment. Indeed, those who joined the association for assessment had already experienced many surreal rules of logic. While they might not have personally encountered such mental communication abilities, once they became members of the association, they learned how to navigate beyond conventional facts.
Clearly, they also wanted to stop the team leader, who foolishly released the Shackles. Such a tragic outcome could easily be attributed to his momentary arrogance leading him to play with fire; however, it cost him his life—there wasn’t even a complete corpse left behind. Now inside that creature's belly were remnants of scientific mixtures and undigested rubber plastics along with some hair intertwined.
These items were preliminarily identified as crucial evidence left by the deceased. It was unexpected that it ended this way. “From the beginning, he shouldn’t have been allowed into the association. Who would have thought it would end in death? He brought this upon himself. Do you understand now? Our work is not something just anyone can handle; look at his fate! What are our association's rules?” Hilbert’s eyes glinted with a mix of frustration and anger as he turned to roar at everyone present.
“Uh, never trust your eyes because everything you see is an illusion. You must learn not to believe in common sense and adhere strictly to every regulation set by the association; do not act on your own accord.” The regulations outlined were indeed quite succinct.
"Yes, that's right. You're Ross, right? This man is now entrusted to you, Team 116 Soldier-Level Hunter Team. Nosty has successfully passed the assessment and is joining your team. Make sure to take good care of him; he might play a crucial role on the battlefield in the future." Hilbert had never been one to engage much with his subordinates, mainly because they were all just kids. Nowadays, people were like that; they didn't want to hear stories from the elders. But the truth was clear: ignoring the wisdom of those who came before would only lead to regret.
"Understood," came the cautious reply from those around him. Only Nosty stood tall and accepted everything with confidence. He had earned the right to do so, and given what had just transpired, he felt it deeply. The others were also aware of his terrifying abilities, so they didn’t question it further.
Ross nervously pulled Nosty aside. "Um, President, we'll take our leave now."
"Alright, you can go. This place is beyond your ability to handle right now; make sure to work hard in the future." He wanted to leave quickly, as lingering in this unpleasant atmosphere would leave a stench that might take a month to dissipate. Since Hilbert had agreed to his request, he immediately took Nosty and left the scene.
"With things being this chaotic here, you shouldn't wander off anymore. You understand your importance now, right? Sigh... it’s truly an honor that President would entrust you to us. You were once a comrade of the Commander, and now you're my comrade too. Let me introduce you to others; they’re all good people and quite capable. I believe you’ll get along well."
As the two walked along, this was their second encounter under such circumstances. However, thanks to Hilbert's assistance, Ross had developed a strong impression of this person and had come to recognize his strength.
"Oh? If you think he's good, then he must be truly exceptional. I have no reservations; we’ll all be brothers from now on. Let’s stick together like brothers do. I’ll share everything I know with you; we’ll be open with each other," Nosty said with a slight smile, speaking earnestly.
Ross nodded slightly in agreement. "The situation here is far more complicated than you imagine. You saw how many people are unwilling to comply; even if you're a leader, there are always those who want to show off their heroics, which often leads to serious injuries or even death—it's quite gruesome."
"Yes, I understand that’s how it is," Nosty replied with a smile. "That kind of person is just cannon fodder; I won’t coddle them anyway. It’s not my style." He continued, "But when it comes to dealing with pests, I've never been soft-hearted. The real threat isn’t human nature; those monsters can wipe out our civilization in an instant. Human nature can be understood and dealt with."
"Exactly! You're spot on! It seems you're truly wise," Ross said with a grin. "Even though where you live is a bit remote, I think you could be my mentor—how about becoming my master?"
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