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"Going to the execution ground? Uh, I think you might be mistaken. It's not an execution ground. Because you're a newcomer, we can't force you too much. You won't have any astonishing performances in your upcoming missions. However, you are indeed the spiritual pillar of our team and a key protected target," said Freyr, who had been quiet for a while. He started off by playing the villain, pushing Nosty to reveal his past stories, but if he didn't say anything significant, it would surely raise suspicions.
It was indeed the duty of a Commander to support and maintain the atmosphere.
"Uh, if you're going to do this, how long do you plan to let me adapt? There must be a deadline, right? I can't be expected to take months for each mission; is a year my adaptation period?" Nosty chuckled.
"Really daring, aren't you? A year? Why not make it a lifetime? I think three months should suffice," Mackey suddenly replied, having just recovered from a recent bout of despair.
"Only three months? That's even shorter than I imagined. If it's just three months, I'll only be able to execute some missions. It feels too soon," Nosty said, suddenly having other thoughts.
"It’s always like this at the beginning. But don’t underestimate yourself; you’re not exactly a combat personnel. Leave the fighting to us. Just follow Relock from now on; he will be responsible for your safety during operations. In the future, there will be a new partner joining us. I won’t keep you in suspense; he was one of our former comrades," Freyr said, feeling quite pleased with himself despite not revealing too much.
"Have you forgotten what I used to do?" Nosty replied with a mysterious smile.
At this point, Freyr suddenly remembered the terrifying nature of the man before him. Indeed, he was someone formidable; that kind of ability could probably allow him to know others' thoughts without even touching them. It was a frightening form of awareness. No one had ever managed to keep secrets under his targeted invasion. If someone knew in advance, they could self-hypnotize and clear their mind or consciousness, but then they probably wouldn't be able to carry out missions effectively.
Moreover, any spy would find it impossible to maintain a cleared consciousness; otherwise, it would be like formatting a disk—his awareness would dissipate as well. Norsidi smiled knowingly at this point. "That Duan Shuai guy, right? Looks like you've really forgotten about him. Duan Shuai used to be our squad leader on the opposing side. He was doing quite well in the army and had opportunities for promotion, but his temper was a bit foul. Unfortunately, he didn’t stay on later. I was sidelined due to my blindness; the personnel department wasn't willing to take on the burden of gathering intelligence from a blind person. But if it were me, I'd still be confident in extracting real information from others' mouths and wouldn’t necessarily do worse than those with sight."
"I can't believe it; your comrade is truly impressive," Xiong Tai said while patting Freyr's shoulder in astonishment.
"Just average," Nosty replied nonchalantly. "I believe I can hold my own against those with sight; that's my confidence. My abilities have been honed through perception and sensory skills—this is the power of a Psychic Sensory User; it's nothing extraordinary."
Indeed, there was a significant difference between ordinary people and Psychic Sensory Users. However, in terms of mental aspects, there wasn't much difference between Psychic Sensory Users and Hunters. In other areas, it wasn’t as favorable for them; yet when it came to mental competition, Psychic Sensory Users were superior to Hunters in strength. After all, communication and intelligence gathering were not areas where Hunters excelled compared to Nosty's brain domain simulation capabilities.
Secondly, the defect of Nostidson is that their perception, sense of smell, and touch sensitivity are higher than that of ordinary people. It seems that after the training and atmosphere cultivated by the Crimson Dragon Army, their sensitivity has reached an ultimate level. With some careful consideration, one could also touch upon the level of perception ability required to become a hunter; first, one must meet the minimum threshold for hunters.
If the threshold of the Crimson Dragon Army requires unlocking the Gene Lock, then the threshold for hunters lies in a deeper level of perception. Some possess a sixth sense, but regardless, these individuals are regarded as extraordinary beings in the world of ordinary people.
However, in real life, they live quite low-key lives. Indeed, if conflicts arise among them, who would be able to mediate? Therefore, the recruitment criteria have also increased to include behavioral psychology and personality analysis. Those with inherently evil natures who gain such abilities could pose significant destructive threats to humanity as a whole.
If that is the case, even if the Zerg were to be eradicated, if conflicts among humans continue unabated, it might be better to be directly destroyed by the Zerg. After all, in the worldview of villains, there is only plunder and a firm belief in their own set of justice. Rather than that, it would be more accurate to say that their hearts have turned dark; they are no different from beasts.
"However, I seem to be feeling a bit of pressure already," Nosty chuckled.
The others looked at him, indicating that it was not their concern. There was no pressure coming from him. Freyr understood this point; he was someone who worried about everything. "You don't need to worry about this. If three months pass and you still haven't met our expectations, we will still give you more time to improve. After all, you're not a combat personnel; expecting you to reach our level is indeed a bit problematic. So just focus on doing your job well."
"Now that you say that, I feel relieved. By the way, we're departing tomorrow, right?" Nosty asked knowingly but had already grown accustomed to his indirect way of questioning. He didn't think Freyr shared this tone as well; he thought it was truly fitting for a comrade who had survived in a unit.
"Are you referring to anything else?" Freyr asked.
"Well, not much else really. We should free ourselves from this oppressive atmosphere as soon as possible. Can we end the meeting now?"
The nature of the meeting had indeed strayed far from its original purpose and had unknowingly turned into gossip. It seemed that this atmosphere was led by the Commander; there didn’t appear to be much else going on.
It was indeed a very oppressive situation; it felt no different from awkward small talk, and there was no necessity to continue any further.
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