I, Lord of Prayer

In the laboratory. (-_-) (-_-)

Several researchers surrounded Zhou Chen, using various oddly shaped instruments to conduct tests.

"The average flame temperature is around 200 degrees Celsius, with a maximum of 230 degrees Celsius. As a newly awakened fire-type extraordinary being, uh... I have to say you're a bit weak."

"This fire looks cool, but it's so weak. Even wood might not catch fire at 200 degrees Celsius..."

"It's not even as good as my lighter."

Zhou Chen: "..."

Faced with the lab technicians' chatter, he could only respond with an awkward yet polite smile.

So what if the temperature is a little lower? This is a pale white flame with maximum style value. Just like the old saying goes: being strong is a temporary thing, but being cool is a lifelong thing...

...Well, he admitted that his extraordinary abilities were indeed a bit weak.

After a simple test, it was found that his Azure Flame was about 30% weaker than the most ordinary fire-type extraordinary ability, making him the worst among fire-type extraordinary users, equivalent to the student with the worst grades in the whole school.

Furthermore, the extraordinary essence within him is significantly less than that of other newly awakened Ascendants. It's like how everyone else has a full mana bar, while he only has half a bar, meaning he'll run out of mana after using just a few skills.

Undoubtedly, this is the effect of a flawed soul—although he became an ascendant, it was a youthful version.

However, Zhou Chen was already quite satisfied. At least the problem of soul depletion had been solved, and he no longer had to wait helplessly for death.

As for his extraordinary abilities being too weak... well, so be it. He's already a level 10 disabled person, and he's unlikely to be sent on field missions. He'll probably end up doing clerical work and slacking off in the future.

"The side effects of the Concentration Necklace are working normally. Your mental state is stable, your emotions are stable, and your source energy fluctuations are stable. You have already shaken off the influence of the chaotic oil painting... How did you recover so quickly?" The experimenter marveled as he looked at the data on the tablet.

"Although you are among the weakest of the fire-type ascendants, your recovery speed is the fastest I have ever seen. If it weren't for the missing soul, your abilities would definitely be much greater than this."

"Is there a way to repair a soul?" Zhou Chen asked subconsciously. 🍧♣ ❻➈ŜⒽ𝕦𝐗.𝒸σ𝓶 ♠😺

"Uh... yes, but I don't think you have a chance... you know, like many people with terminal illnesses, even if there are ways to treat terminal illnesses in the world, they may not be able to get cured."

The researchers seemed reluctant to discuss matters that could be classified as "confidential" with him. After saying a few words, they fell silent and then tapped a few times on the tablet to upload the message that the experiment was successful and the test data.

  

Before long, a group of researchers in white coats arrived and took Zhou Chen to the research department of the Star Society to conduct further testing.

The test covers a more detailed assessment of extraordinary abilities, but does not include checking various physical indicators.

Because the superior physical abilities of those who have ascended will not be immediately apparent upon awakening, but will require a period of further development before their physique gradually surpasses that of ordinary people.

The test consisted of 36 items. Zhou Chen spent nearly two hours completing the first 35 items, and at this point, the test results were basically finalized.

With the joint monitoring of many scholars, a detailed test report was quickly completed.

Zhou Chen also learned about the scope of his abilities through this.

First, he has good control; he can condense flames into fireballs and throw them out, or attach them to objects. As for how long they can burn and adhere, that depends on the amount of source material used. The more source material used, the longer the burning and adhesion time will be.

Under the current circumstances, the extraordinary source essence in his body is extremely limited. If we calculate it by throwing fireballs, he can throw five fireballs when he has enough source essence, and at most he can squeeze out six. Then he will be unable to use skills because he is "out of mana".

Only after resting for a period of time, replenishing the extraordinary essence within the body, and fully restoring the mana bar, can one continue to use the ability.

Meditation can accelerate the recovery of source essence and also enhance one's mental strength, thereby increasing the upper limit of source essence.

Secondly, and most awkwardly, his flames were simply too cold. They struggled to even burn wood, let alone burn extraordinary beings or corrupted beings. For the powerful physiques of extraordinary creatures, a flame of that temperature was like a gentle breeze. 💞💣 ❻❾รH𝔲ｘ.𝒸𝓞Μ ♠🐟

Therefore, the "useless ability" section of the report was filled in.

This is the consensus reached by many scholars.

A young scholar in a white coat, seeing Zhou Chen silently staring at the test report, assumed he was frustrated and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't be discouraged. Think about it—you passed the awakening experiment with an extremely low success rate and used it to cure your soul exhaustion. The probability is so low that it's like a pansexual environmentalist sex worker who smokes, drinks, gets perms, is vegetarian, and has a history of multiple sex changes seeing a group of sows line up to fall into a ditch... Seriously, it's a miracle that you're still alive. The medical department might even use you as a case study in their textbooks."

"Every year, quite a few people awaken, but a large portion of their abilities are rather useless. Have you ever seen an ability that can only make teeth emit RGB seven-color dazzling lights?"

"I remember there was another person whose awakened ability was to change the color of other people's hair at will. It was a pretty useless ability, but I heard that he later went out and opened a hair dye shop as a side job, and he made a fortune from it..."

"Your fire ability is pretty practical, even if it's a bit weak, but it looks cool. If you casually light a cigarette when you go out to a bar, won't you attract a whole bunch of girls?"

Zhou Chen raised an eyebrow. He was just focused on reading the report. What was this guy rambling on about? But his speaking skills were pretty good. Maybe he could do stand-up comedy part-time after get off work to earn some extra money.

"I'm not sad. Actually, I didn't have high expectations for extraordinary abilities. What do people who are about to die care about?"

After finishing reading the last part of the report, he handed it to the young scholar and asked, "When will the last test be conducted?"

The young scholar carefully put the report into the file folder, sealed it, and then glanced at his watch:

"Now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a researcher stepped forward and put a blindfold on Zhou Chen.

"Are you the research department of the Star Society or a bandit's den? Why do you always have to wear blindfolds? Is my access so low that I can't see anything?" Zhou Chen sighed helplessly in his heart.

That's normal, after all, he's just a newbie who joined the Stars Club less than a month ago, and he hasn't even been officially promoted yet.

Zhou Chen was led forward, passing through layers of blockades and restrictions, and seemed to have arrived at some extraordinary place.

When the blindfold was removed, he found himself standing in an empty corridor, with only a sturdy alloy door in front of him.

"Next, we'll conduct a practical ability test. Don't be too nervous, just throw out your flames." The young scholar beside him was frantically tapping on various protocols that popped up on his tablet.

"Ability test... test?" Zhou Chen was puzzled. With whom was the ability tested?

Before he could continue to wonder, the metal door in front of him suddenly started and slowly opened.

A fierce wind swept over us.

The foul stench that made him feel physically uncomfortable filled his nasal cavity, giving Zhou Chen goosebumps and making his stomach churn.

"Follow me." The young scholar walked in while tapping the screen.

Zhou Chen forced himself to keep up despite feeling nauseous. From the outside, it looked like a spacious, enclosed space, but what it was used for was unknown. He could only vaguely hear the sound of chains rattling.

Only after going inside and seeing what was inside did Zhou Chen suddenly realize what was happening.

This is a prison cell!

The cold, incandescent light shone down from the dome, focusing on the bloated body that was fast asleep, drooling yellowish-green saliva.

Several alloy iron chains held it firmly in place, causing it to sway with each breath.

It looked like a 500-pound fat man, with an extremely swollen body and festering sores all over, like a corpse that had become gigantic after death. But this thing was still alive, its whole body covered with tumors and wriggling tentacles, emitting a nauseating smell.

Twisted and bizarre, it could barely be identified as human, but it was so distorted that even its own mother wouldn't recognize it.

Corruptors!

Zhou Chen's breath hitched.

The unique aura of the mutated creature made him uncontrollably recall the corrupter who had devoured half of his soul.

Just as there are differences in rank among those who ascend, there are also differences in quality among those who are corrupted.

Compared to the mutated monster that had lost its intelligence, the corruptor who called himself "Gentleman" was more like a human being. He was dressed in a suit, polite, and before he revealed his demonic fangs, there was no indication that he had anything to do with the corruptor.

But hidden beneath that human appearance is an even more brutal and profound darkness.

"This is your test subject. Not scared, are you?" The young scholar pointed to the bloated corruptor. "The test is simple. Just like I said, throw flames at it."

Zhou Chen didn't say much, but raised his hand and condensed a ball of pale flame, which he threw towards the Corruptor.

The pale fireball struck the corrupted being, exploding into countless streams of flame, which only burned symbolically for a moment before completely extinguishing and dissipating.

The corrupted being, still in a deep sleep, rubbed its belly.

It's a little itchy.

"Oh, this..."

Zhou Chen's lips twitched involuntarily.

"Ah... as expected, it's weak." The young scholar seemed to sigh, then recorded the test results on the tablet.

Just as he was about to submit the test results, something unexpected happened.

The corruptor, who should have been soundly asleep under the influence of the paralyzing drug, suddenly let out a shrill scream, startling him so much that his hand trembled and the tablet fell to the ground.

The corrupted creature seemed to be suffering some kind of immense pain, frantically pounding its belly.

It seemed that this alone could not alleviate the pain, and amidst the clanging of the chains, it began to roll around on the ground, screaming in agony.

It's like... trying to put out a fire.

Amidst the piercing alarm, Zhou Chen and the young scholar exchanged bewildered glances.

What happened?

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