"Hm? What's with the hood?" The man behind booth asked as Guilliman approached him. Everyone was trying to make a name for themselves in this test, some even going as far as doing some really flashy things.
"Uhh, nothing" Guilliman smile, what was he going to explain to the old man that there were people here that would kill him if he showed himself?
"Take it off" the man behind the booth said shaking his head, this kid was probably some anti social kid that didn't know how to leverage fame, not like he thought he had potential, he just didn't like the exclusivity of wearing a hood.
"Uhh, I'd rather not, just want to take the test" Guilliman shook his head vehemently, he wasn't going to do it no matter what. If he didn't like it then Guilliman would just go to another booth.
"Hmp!! Shit yourself, not like you would pass anyway" The man sneered then let Guilliman join the line. Infront of him were two other people each 3 times as big as him.
Guilliman looked like a child infront of this guys…probably because he was of course, but a child. His stature was much smaller than them and he seemed all in all out of place.
To make matters worse, the guy two steps ahead had just broken a new record in succession with the one before him.
A Yellow bell with three rings.
This indicated a level 5 Slayer who's strength was capped at Yellow. All those behind couldn't help but turned blue with disappointment.
This meant that the minimum to pass this test had gone up much higher, and no one under level 4 could pass it anymore.
As such, the next two dispite doing Better than several others who came before them failed to pass and walking to another booth dejectedly.
A second later it was Guillimans turn and he walked forward quietly.
'Waste of time' the booth manager sneered at Guilliman, what did this puny kid think he could do? The other two before him had failed how did he expect to pass? He was a fool!!
Of course, Guilliman didn't know what was going through the mans mind as a smirk appeared on his face.
The soul could not do without the body, as such they complemented each other. Guillimans soul had been in this body for a few months now, and because of his powerful soul, not only had he healed this malnourished body….
He had doubled its strength.
The legendary heavy soul was no joke, on average people who didn't have a tank build or bloodline would never have power above 80 in level 5.
This was a natural drawback born from the bloodline associated with especially Slayer families.
Guilliman however, even before hitting level 5 already had his power stat at 100+, as for now? Well he could only find out.
Drawing his fist back he took in a large breath of air feeling the oxygen fill his lungs. Before long he broke into a smile and-
-Ping!!
His fist crashed against the bell, causing it fall back and ring, for the first time then a second later it rang again and finally rang for the third.
The man behind the both frowned, three ring? That was extremely impressive for Someone with this stature, however it would be bad if it was capped at blue.
The bell adjusted its weight according to the power level of who was punching it. Three rings showed exceptional power but if it was capped at blue then it was just a waste.
However, three strikes capped at Yellow meant that he had strength above 100. That was something to behold,
The man behind the booth sighed, the kid might have offended him, but he was definitely a talent. He couldn't hold a grudge against a talented young man like that, so his annoyance quickly dissipated as he waited for the eventual fail.
A talent yes, but not one with strength capped at Yellow, definitely not.
Of course, in the next moment the bell glowed, but not the blue he was expecting. It glowed yellow.
"Ahh? Who is this scrunny kid?"
"Hm? That's guy is as strong as Boa the breaker?"
"Nah that's not right, why does he have a hood on? Maybe he's some big shot?"
The crowd, not just limited to those in the booth looked at Guillimans small build with questions in their eyes. They didn't know what was going on.
"Did I pass?" Guilliman not wanting all the attention quickly asked the old man behind the booth.
"Pass? Of course you did, you can go in right now" the man haboured no ill will, he simply let Guilliman go through without a fuss.
"Thank you" smiling at the man Guilliman bowed and walked towards the stairs quickly. At a quick glance he noticed every other person in the cohort had been let through already.
He was the last.
But as soon as the went through the door to the grand hall, Guilliman froze as he was preview to a scene just beside the door.
There, about six individuals could be seen tied up in one corner, bruised beaten and one was even missing a few fingers.
'Mother'
He thought involuntarily seeing his siblings and mother tied up like mere prisoners on the floor. He didn't particularly like any of them, in fact he hated the old man Yasper.
But in this matter they weren't at fault.
Steeling his heart, he looked around quickly as his eyes met with an obnoxious looking young man with black hair staring at him.
The young man soon broke into an evil smile seeing the look on Guillimans face.
'So you actually came here? That's great'
He had never met this his before, and to be honest he was happy he killed his older brother that fool. However, Someone had to pay for destroying his way of life.
And that would be this kid standing right here