Adam dismissed the system window and stood up from the training ground.
He walked into the library area, seeking solitude.
Later, Adam returned to his room.
As he entered, a system notification sounded.
Adam sat on his bed and opened the system window.
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[Mission: Promotion]
Mission Description: Get promoted to First-String Trainee.
Mission Reward: Skill Disorder
Penalty: Death
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Adam pondered, "Promotion missions, understandable... but what's Skill Disorder?"
His current skills were exceptional.
"A reward skill must be Rare or Legendary," Adam thought.
"Let's finish this mission quickly."
Adam closed the system window, lay down, and fell asleep.
Four years had passed.
The bell outside Adam's room rang.
Adam is up before the bell rings and dressed in second string trainee gear.
As soon as the bell rings, Adam comes out of his room and starts walking towards the training area.
Adam, who is now 16 years old and is 5 feet 9 inches tall, still has a slim body but he also has muscles.
Adam's hair is snow white and his eyes are blue and his eyes are not showing any emotions in them.
Adam's face is very calm, no one can tell by looking at it what hardships Adam has gone through. Adam looks very mysterious.
Adam slowly makes his way towards the training area.
As soon as Adam reaches the training area, he sees that the trainer is already present there.
Next to the trainer is Zero String Trainee which now has 20 members. Now all the members have joined the zero string training of first string trainee.
First string trainee members stand next to the zero string trainee, In which there are 12 members.
The new member of the first string is now is previous member of the second string who came to the second string after Adam joined second string but they went to the first string before Adam.
That's why the new members of the first string are very arrogant and don't treat Adam as anything. And now the new first string member Adam gets beaten up in Assassin duel training.
Next to the First-String Trainees stood the new Second-String members.
They, too, showed no respect to Adam, and no one bothered to talk to him.
But Adam remained unfazed, his goal towering above petty social dynamics.
Adam approached the training area, where the trainer awaited.
"Your hard work has paid off... from today, you are a member of the First String," the trainer announced.
The trainer continued, "This promotion doesn't exempt you from respecting your seniors. First-String members are still your superiors; show them respect."
A First-String Trainee handed Adam a sleek, short sword and First-String gear.
"The Central Area awaits your report," the trainer instructed.
With that, the trainer departed.
Zero-String members closed in on Adam, their eyes cold.
"Don't rejoice in your First-String promotion," Kael sneered.
"We'll treat you like an insect, crushing you at whim. You'll be powerless."
The Zero-String members left, casting Adam a disdainful glance.
The Second-String members followed, avoiding eye contact.
Adam stood alone, his expression unreadable.
Adam heard the system's voice, its tone neutral.
"Finally," Adam exclaimed, "I've waited four years for this notification... and it's here."
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[Mission Promotion Successfully]
Mission Description: Promoted to First-String from Second-String Trainee.
Reward: Skill Disorder
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Adam eagerly anticipated Skill Disorder, the key to escaping his confines.
He opened the system window, clicking on Skill Disorder.
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[Disorder - This skill can disturb or prevent any skills from casting magic spells for a limited time]
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Adam devoured the description, his mind racing.
A First-String Trainee interrupted his thoughts.
"You must report to the Central Area immediately," he urged.
Adam closed the system window and departed the training area.
The Central Area was divided into two sections: Administrative and Observation.
Trainers reported to the Administrative Area, while Zero-String and First-String members received mission briefings.
As a newly promoted First-String Trainee, Adam joined the ranks.
He navigated the corridors, stopping at the Administrative Area's gate.
Inside, executors oversaw the reporting process.
First-String and Zero-String members submitted reports to their assigned executors.
Adam observed, taking in the efficient operation.
An executor called out, "You there... what brings you here?"
Adam turned right, locating the speaker.
"Name's Adam Bek," he replied. "Newly promoted First-String member, reporting for duty."
The executor's gaze lingered on Adam.
"Wait," he said, before assigning Adam's task.
"Patrol the Lab and Interrogation areas."
Adam's details were noted: name, time by the executor.
"Report back in six hours," the executor instructed.
Adam nodded and departed.
Adam set off to patrol the Lab and Interrogation areas,He walked down sterile corridors, his footsteps echoing.
The Lab doors slid open, revealing rows of workstations.
Scientists in white coats worked tirelessly, oblivious to Adam's presence.
Adam's eyes scanned the area, searching for anomalies.
Suddenly, a door at the far end caught his attention.
"Authorized Personnel Only" was emblazoned on the sign.
Adam's curiosity piqued, he approached the door.
Adam swiped his ID badge, and the door slid open.
Beyond the threshold, Adam found himself in a dimly lit chamber.
Rows of containment cells lined the walls, each occupied by a mysterious liquid.
Adam's gaze locked onto a cell in the center.
Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the containment field faltered.
He continued his patrol, surveying the lab's perimeter.
Adam shook off the feeling, focusing on his duty.
He checked the lab's security systems, ensuring all was in order.
As he turned a corner, Adam spotted a group of scientists.
They huddled around a console, their faces tense,Adam approached, his presence unnoticed,Adam's interest piqued. "What kind of liquid?"
He left the lab, returning to the Administrative Area.
Adam returned to the Administrative Area, submitting his report to the executor.
"Your task for today is complete; report to the trainer," the executor instructed.
Adam left, heading to the trainer's area.
Upon arrival, the trainer asked, "Have you completed today's task?"
"I have," Adam replied.
The trainer's expression turned annoyed. "No more work for today. Return to your quarters."
Adam retreated to his room, opening his stat window.
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Host Name: Adam Bek
Host Level: 120
Experience: 3,000/1,500,000
Attributes:
Strength: 296
Agility: 346
Intelligence: 320
Endurance: 276
Luck: 10
Unassigned stat points: 0
Host Health: 18,000/18,000
Host Mana: 45,000/45,000
[Skills:
Kinetic Enigma ,
(Default)Learning,
Instant Heel,
God's Eye,
Disorder,
Jump,
Mask,
Tough,
Apparition,
Prediction]
[Inventory:
Poison knife x 12,
Poison needle x 30,
Fresh apple x 6]
[Quests: none]
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"Now it's time to start planning," Adam said to himself, a strategic glint in his eye.