In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

Han Mingjie slung her coat off and threw it on the ground, revealing her muscular physique. She pointed a finger at Liao Xingwei's face and said, "Who's making money off them? Are you looking for trouble?!"

The person opposite them, rubbing their hands together, stepped forward, shouting, "Want to fight? Come on!"

"Who's afraid of who's a grandson!" Yi Yang said, about to flirt with his fingers.

Just as the two sides were about to fight, Wenren Lei even grabbed a handy chair and carried it with him, and Fu Yan thoughtfully rolled up his sleeves for him.

The registrar, in a fit of desperation, closed his eyes and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Then I'll have to report it to the base commander!"

The noisy room fell silent instantly.

Wenren Lei raised an eyebrow, silently placed the chair on the ground, slowly sat down, and said in a calm voice, "Then let's take the test."

"Huh?" The registrar inadvertently grasped Wenren Lei's lifeline, saving her from becoming a crematorium worker.

He immediately jogged back to the registration desk and pointed to two machines, saying, "Here."

"Hmm." Wenren Lei gestured with her chin towards Fu Yan.

Fu Yan walked to the registration desk: "Fu Yan."

The registrar wiped his sweat, entered Fu Yan's name into the system, and said, "There are two testing devices. The left one is for elemental systems, and the right one is for mental and support systems. Just place your hands on the touchpad."

Fu Yan placed his hand on the registration table as instructed, and after a moment, the screen in front of the registration table displayed the number: 90%.

Gasps and exclamations immediately filled the room.

Wenren Lei turned her head to look at her: "What does this mean?"

Han Mingjie said, "The progress of advancing the mental system to S-rank."

Wenren Lei glanced around: "What are they so shocked about?"

Han Mingjie said, "Before Brother Yan, the highest figure recorded in the registration office was only 60%."

"Excellent, deserves a reward."

The registrar stared at Fu Yan in surprise, and after a long pause, finally remembered to ask, "What is your type of superpower?"

Fu Yan picked out the most inconspicuous one from among the many psychic abilities and announced it: "Space."

"OK."

The registrar quickly entered the information into the system, then looked at Wenren Lei sitting in the chair, and said with a troubled expression, "Little leader, it's your turn."

Wenren Lei looked at him: "Who gave me the title of Little Leader?" He remembered that he had only called it that a few times for his own amusement.

The registrar swallowed hard: "It was a notice personally issued by the base commander."

Wenren Lei felt relieved and turned to look at Liao Xingwei, smiling amicably: "I'm in a good mood, so I'll show you something."

As soon as he finished speaking, translucent blue water elements surged beneath Wenren Lei's feet, spreading rapidly outwards. In just three seconds, the entire room was transformed into his elemental form.

Not satisfied with that, he continued to expand outwards until half of the base was covered by water elements.

Wenren Lei specially made the water wall in the room thin and transparent, so that everyone inside could clearly see the view of the base outside.

The registration area fell into a deathly silence; there were very few people whose elemental affinity had reached S-rank.

This tiny registration desk was suddenly visited by a 2S-level ability user and a mental ability user who was about to break through to S-level.

The teammates these two are about to team up with are all A-level powerhouses.

Who would dare to utter a sound!

Wenren Lei crossed her legs, set up five machine guns from the ground, surrounded Liao Xingwei and his team, and asked calmly, "What level?"

The registrar snapped out of his shock and said in a trembling voice, "2.2S level."

"I didn't ask you." Wenren Lei's gaze remained fixed on Liao Xingwei's face, taking in every subtle expression.

Shock, disbelief, resentment, compromise, and finally, the fear of having a gun pointed at you.

Wenren Lei enjoyed all of them.

"Liao Xingwei." Wenren Lei, resting her chin on her hand, pressed the muzzle of her gun against Liao Xingwei's chest and slowly asked, "What level?"

Liao Xingwei was shaken, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, and he subconsciously said, "2S level."

Wenren Lei looked at the registrar: "Young Master Liao has spoken, hurry up and register."

The registrar froze for a second, then frantically typed on the keyboard: "All information for Team 10G has been entered. Eight-person superhuman team."

Wenren asked tearfully, "Eight people?"

Cheng Nianli peeked her little head out of her pocket and whispered, "And this too."

Maruko leaped out of the pocket, pounced on Wenren Lei, and stuck out her tongue to lick his chin.

Wenren Lei picked up Wanzi, stroking her soft fur, and asked, "What does 10G mean?"

Cheng Nianli lowered his voice and said, "It was named by the squad leader and Lao Han. They said it's our team's spirit."

Wenren Lei didn't understand what this meant. She stood up and straightened her clothes: "Also, the regulations of Area 11 state that missions of S-rank or higher will be given priority to all-ability user teams. But there has never been a rule against forming all-ability user teams. Read the base manual more often, you illiterate."

The registrar stammered, "Yes, there is such a rule, but I didn't get a chance to say it."

"Heh." Wenren Lei withdrew the overwhelming water element, placed the dumpling on her shoulder, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Liao Xingwei said, "Wenrenlei, you are indeed 2S-level, but you did not show up at the beginning of the team registration, which still violates the procedure."

"Oh." Wenren Lei turned her head and said, "There are plenty of times when I break the rules. If you can't stand it, then leave Area 11 as soon as possible, or I'll drive you crazy."

"And another thing, you keep saying you don't rely on your family background to bully others." Wenren Lei gave a mocking smile. "Do you really think you could stay in District 11 without your father's backing?"

After saying that, he walked out of the room first, and Fu Yan smiled and followed closely behind.

Cheng Nianli made a face at Liao Xingwei's team, whose faces were pale, and jogged after them.

As Han Mingjie passed Liao Xingwei, she suddenly shook her head and drew out the words, mimicking, "I don't rely on my status~"

The members of Team 10G left the registration area one after another.

Yi Yang picked up Han Mingjie's coat from the ground and walked to the registration table: "Please return our ID cards."

The registrar wiped away a cold sweat, neatly stacked a stack of ID cards, and handed them to Yi Yang: "Go to the dispatch office next door to hand over your mission."

Yi Yang carefully put away his ID card and said, "Okay."

The registrar then took out seven black wristbands and a small dog collar: "Unified communication wristbands for the combat readiness zone, one for each person."

Yi Yang picked up the collar: "Even puppies have it?"

The registrar gave a dry laugh: "Many teams are equipped with military dogs."

Yi Yang put away the collar on the ball and laughed, "Alright, mini military dog."

On the other side, the aloof Wenren Lei broke down after only a few steps from the registration office.

He grabbed Fu Yan's hand and shook it excitedly, "Wow~ how did you know about that rule?"

On their way here, Fu Yan explained this rule to Wenren Lei in detail.

Fu Yan looked down at him: "It's in the base manual, in article 577. Very few people read that page carefully."

Wenren Lei, who hadn't read a single one, laughed out loud: "I thought you were making this up."

Fu Yan reached out and ruffled his hair: "Feeling good?"

Wenren Lei stopped where she was and shook her head: "There's still something missing."

At this moment, Yi Yang caught up with a bunch of bracelets and was distributing them to everyone.

Wenren Lei smiled mysteriously: "Brother Yan, you take Miss and Sister Mo back first, and we brothers will have some fun at the base."

Fu Yan could tell at a glance that Wenren Lei was up to no good, and warned her, "Don't go too far."

Wenren Lei handed the meatballs to Fu Yan: "Okay, okay."

Then the four boys walked away arm in arm, and before they had gone far, they let out a series of wicked laughs.