Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 406 Superpowered Individuals

Countermeasures Bureau Training Center.

"Maurice Kent," David Watson looked at the data in his hand, "Ability user, ability: teleportation. Rating: A-rank. Are you kidding me? We're just a C-rank team, why did they send an A-rank ability user?"

"It's said that the Superpower Development Research Center made a breakthrough two months ago, so A-level ability users won't be so rare anymore," said the instructor beside him. "In any case, your team has been short-handed for three months. The upcoming magical disaster missions are getting more and more dangerous, so we need to recruit more people."

"I'd rather you give me two D-level veterans. This guy only awakened his ability last month, and it's this kind of skill-based one," David said somewhat reluctantly. "Only a month. He might not even have figured out his own ability yet. I don't want to mentor a rookie."

"Bullshit! A year ago, weren't you all rookies?!" the instructor yelled. "Didn't you wet your pants the first time you encountered a Chimera Beast?"

"That was so long ago," David Watson said somewhat embarrassedly. "Don't keep bringing up those irrelevant things."

"How long my ass, only a year! Alright, enough nonsense, do you want this guy or not?" The instructor said impatiently, "Let me tell you, Draco Malfoy put in a good word for me, that's why I got this high-level talent for you."

"Draco," David thought, remembering the platinum-haired wizard boy he used to team up with, "how is he doing now?"

"He's a wizard, a core combatant, and quite talented. I heard he's now an S-rank Special Investigator and has been transferred to headquarters. But he still remembers you; he asked me to ask you something this time: do you want to go to headquarters?"

"Me? I'm just cannon fodder with the werewolf's shapeshifting ability. What would I do at headquarters? Get thrown into those high-level missions to fight those mutated monsters? Am I asking for death?"

"There are a few instructor vacancies at headquarters. As one of the first members of the Countermeasures Bureau, you are quite senior. If an S-rank investigator recommends you, there shouldn't be any problems."

"..." David Watson paused for a moment, "Never mind, I still have something to do here."

"You mean avenge Philip?" the instructor asked.

David Watson frowned. Philip was the first new recruit he brought under his wing after becoming captain. He was a C-rank giant werewolf with the ability to grow larger. He died in a mission two months after joining the team.

However, the murderer who killed him was not eliminated.

"Sigh, Philip was just unlucky. You guys are only a C-rank team. Logically speaking, the missions you should have been to deal with some ordinary magical disasters, kill some fishmen, and wipe out the Red Hats, but when it comes to things related to evil gods, even S-rank teams can sometimes face danger."

"Philip's death isn't your fault, so don't blame yourself too much," the instructor said.

"I stopped thinking about it a long time ago," David Watson said. "Besides, finding that evil god to avenge that kid? I'm not crazy. Anyway, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm going to see this Morris. You're right, we really do need to get more manpower."

……

"The victor is Maurice!"

Looking at the large characters formed by flames that appeared in the void, Morris revealed a smug smile and exited the "holographic simulation".

A muscular man opposite him also took off his full-face helmet. He looked at him with a complicated expression, but eventually walked up to him, slapped a few crumpled banknotes in front of him, and turned to leave.

"Haha, thank you for your patronage, welcome back again," Morris said with a grin.

The burly man froze, but ultimately didn't dare say anything and walked away.

Holographic simulation is a simulation, but it perfectly replicates the environment and the physical state and abilities of both sides. If you lose in a holographic simulation, you will lose in a real fight as well.

"This is the power of an A-level ability user. His teleportation has almost no cooldown time. Enemies can't even touch him before they're riddled with bullets. How can anyone compete with that?"

"Hmph, what's so great about A-rank? His ability is just a skill-based one, far inferior to an all-around ability. If a user with the ability to harden their body came along, they could stand still and be hit without breaking through his defenses. What use is his teleportation speed then?"

"Damn it, if I had known that I would awaken stronger abilities as time went on, I shouldn't have applied to join the Countermeasures Bureau so early!" someone complained.

"Who knew the research center would make such rapid progress in superpower research!" someone agreed. "I heard they used a time acceleration device to speed up the research. While we spend a day outside, those experts have already spent half a year."

"Be content. The stronger your abilities, the more likely you are to get higher-level missions. I don't want to run into anything like a corrupted Kraken. It's said that as the level of magical recovery increases, some magical creatures will even become divine. Even an S-rank investigator would likely perish if they encountered one."

"Last time I saw a snake's head in the headquarters showroom. It was as big as a truck, and one of its eyes was taller than a person. That thing must have been deified."

"I'm going to sign up for the research institute's Second Awakening Program," someone said. "Although they say there's a 5% chance of genetic disorder, I still want to become stronger. Not all missions are based on your ability level, and sometimes even headquarters can't determine the specific level of a mission."

"Especially in cases involving the worship of evil gods, those evil gods have learned to disguise themselves. Magic detection satellites aren't omnipotent; it's difficult to accurately assess the power levels involved in such events. If you're unlucky, even a C-rank team could encounter an evil god ritual. Two months ago..."

"Hey, stop talking, look behind you."

The person who was talking stopped abruptly when he glanced at the person walking in through the door.

The unfortunate protagonist who encountered the evil god's ritual arrived at Maurice's side. "Maurice Kent?"

Morris is exchanging his banknotes for electronic money with the pub owner. The Bank of England just launched an electronic payment method last month, which is very convenient. Although many people are still hesitant, Morris likes it very much because it allows him to pay directly through the Internet to buy goods and services from thousands of miles away, which is really cool.

"Who are you?"

"David Watson, leader of the Chimera Squadron, Class C Investigation Team. Your superior," David said. "You're accepted. Come with me, rookie."

"C-level?" Morris frowned. "I applied for an A-level team."

"That means you're not qualified, newbie," a sassy brown-skinned woman behind David said dismissively.

"Is that so?" Morris also gave a disdainful smile. "What level are you? Want to play a round of holographic simulation? If you win, I'll admit I'm a newbie, but if you lose, go back to where you came from. C-level team, humph, I don't want to stay in such a trash team."

"You brat..." The woman immediately got angry, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to beat him up, but David stopped her.

He glanced at the replay of the holographic simulation battle on the wall, then at the rankings next to it. "You seem to be quite good at holographic simulation? Okay, I'll play a match with you."

Seeing that the other party was so straightforward, Morris hesitated for a moment and said, "You already know my abilities, but I don't know yours. That's not fair."

David sat down. "Giant werewolf, C-rank."

(End of this chapter)