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The kobold stared at Proscius's wings, the light in his eyes dimming from jealousy.

He looked down at his hands... Brown short hair covered the back of his hands, and his nails were thick and sharp. Compared to his snow-white wings, they looked like a defective product casually sculpted by the Creator.

He clenched his fist and whispered to the middle-aged man beside him, "We're both of the same blood, so why is he an angel and I'm a dog?"

The middle-aged man gave a wry smile and patted him on the shoulder: "It's fate, don't bother comparing."

The kobold didn't speak again, but his fists clenched even tighter.

Someone asked the middle-aged man, "What does he mean by 'SS rating'? I didn't get it."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, then lowered his voice to explain, "He's an initial ability user. Most people awaken their talent, a few awaken their profession, but he awakened his bloodline. Bloodline is one of the rarest initial abilities." He paused, "Rarest than talent or profession."

Su Mu frowned.

SS rating? He'd never heard of that before. He looked around at the people and found that they all seemed familiar with each other; some nodded, some whispered among themselves, and no one showed any sign of confusion.

What important intelligence did he miss?

Such important information, yet no one has disseminated it. If it weren't for this meeting, he might never have known that such an evaluation system existed.

Bai Liuxi sat opposite, her gaze shifting from Proxiu to Su Mu.

Su Mu's expression didn't change much, but his eyes... held a slightly blank, lost look, the kind that only someone trying to remember something but can't recall anything would have. Bai Liuxi spoke, her voice soft but clear enough for Su Mu to hear.

"The military has a special testing instrument. It comprehensively assesses a person's potential by considering various data... level, attributes, skills, bloodline, profession... The rating ranges from F to S, with SSS being the highest."

She paused, then shifted her gaze to Protius. "Protius's test result on the instrument is S."

No one spoke inside the tent. Most people already knew this information.

"But considering his early leveling speed, as well as the compatibility between his profession and bloodline," Bai Liuxi's tone remained unchanged, as if she were reading a report, "the military's internal assessment suggests that his actual potential may be at the SS level."

A moment of silence fell over the tent. Those who hadn't known this information beforehand wore complex expressions.

Those who knew this information were also reassessing Protégé's significance. It turned out that S was just an instrumental measurement, while SS was a military assessment. Some wondered to themselves, what's the difference? They're both ceilings anyway.

Proshu frowned slightly, clearly displeased with the statement that "the actual potential might be in the SS rank." He turned to look at Bai Liuxi, a perfectly measured, neither warm nor cold smile playing on his lips.

"Beautiful lady, I don't quite agree with what you're saying."

Bai Liuxi didn't even look at him. She picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and did so as naturally as if she were at home.

Proxiu's lips twitched. He stared at Bai Liuxi for two seconds, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

He seemed to know this woman was not to be trifled with... not that he knew her strength, but that he could sense a "don't mess with me" signal emanating from her aura. He shrugged helplessly, leaned back in his chair, folded his wings slightly, and said nothing more.

The tent flap was lifted again. This time, the person who entered completely silenced the last remaining noise inside the tent.

He was a middle-aged soldier, in his forties, with a square face, dark skin, and a burly build. He wore a faded combat uniform with two bars and four stars on his shoulder insignia. His steps were steady, each step solid and firm, not a deliberate sound, but the kind of solid contact between the soles of his feet and the ground that only someone who had walked on the battlefield for a long time would have.

His gaze was sharp, like two knives, sweeping across the faces of those present. It wasn't fierce, but it carried the weight of someone who had long been giving orders, causing everyone he looked at to subconsciously sit up straight.

He walked to the front, stood next to the projection screen, put his hands behind his back, and scanned everyone present with his eyes.

The tent was completely quiet.

"I am in charge of this operation. Zhou Weiren, commander of the 45th Division of the 17th Army of the Dafeng Organization."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried weight, as if it were being forced out from his chest, making it clear to everyone in the tent without needing a microphone.

There are no "Hello everyone" or "It's nice to meet you all" greetings; it gets straight to the point.

"I believe you've all heard the name 'Great Wind' to some extent. It's composed of survivors from the Seventh, Sixteenth, and Eighteenth Worlds." He

His gaze swept over everyone present, as if to make sure everyone was listening. "We have two purposes for coming here. First, to investigate why those strange creatures outside the city are attacking this city. Second, to help you... the new batch of survivors who came down from the cable car... to survive."

He paused, his gaze growing more serious. "Based on the information we've gathered from various worlds, the chaos in this world can only be ended when the survivors of those worlds enter it."

His gaze lingered on Su Mu for a moment before shifting away. "And you, these powerful ability users... the seed of ability within each of you will continue to grow. You bear not only the responsibility for your own survival, but also the hope for humanity's future. Perhaps one of you will be the one to end this apocalypse."

The tent was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

Some clenched their fists, some looked changed, and some lowered their heads, lost in thought. Su Mu remained expressionless, but he was internally processing these words. Ending the apocalypse... This phrase was too grand, so grand that he wasn't sure if he should believe it.

Zhou Weiren didn't give them much time to process this information.

He turned around and pointed to the map projected on the wall. The map was marked with lines and symbols of various colors, red and blue intertwined, like a dense spider web.

"The next stretch of road is the most dangerous."