Death's Disciple [Sys Apoc, OP Villain MC, LitRPG] Chapter 22: 1.22 Passing Grade

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1.22 Passing Grade Chapter 22 As it turned out, the large metal door behind Natalya’s desk opened up into a gargantuan underground room. The floor was all white tiles made from a material that looked like a mixture of rubber and plastic, but was as hard as concrete. The walls were also coated in the stuff, the ceiling lined in large light panels, and all along the side of the room was a single connected, raised platform which eventually circled the whole area, accessible by a staircase at either end of the room. “Wow, this place is impressive,” I said. “Glad you like it. It’s our testing area, but it also functions as a practice and training room as well. Come on, let’s get a better view.” Barry, Natalya, Clara and I all took to the raised platform that basically functioned as a viewing balcony. “So Natalya watches from here, and she can assess everyone?” “I can watch and assess multiple people at once, yes. I have a limit though which is based on… factors I was told to keep hidden for now,” she said the last part quickly after looking over to Clara. “No, it’s okay, you can tell Adam. He’s one of us,” Barry said. “In fact, should he accept, I’m hoping to have him be the Deputy-head of Paragon Guild.” “Me?!” “Yeah, who else would I pick? You’re the only other person I trust to do the right thing.” Horrible misplacement of trust. I thought, not even knowing at the time how much that would come to be true. But if Barry was extending trust to me like that, there was no way I wouldn't accept it. It just meant more opportunities for me. “Thank you Barry, I’d be honored.” “We haven’t even done his assessment yet,” Clara said from behind me. Her tone was warm, but artificially so. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves right now.” “Fine, fine,” Barry rolled his eyes and wagged his head playfully. “Always worrying about the minor details, this one. But okay, we will wait until you’re officially assessed, and a member of the guild, and talk about it then.” “Humph,” Clara sounded behind me once more, but said nothing. “In the meantime, Adam, watch the Hunter assessments with us and tell me what you think. I feel like you might notice something we could miss. So tell me if you think someone stands out to you in any way.” “Uh, okay, I can do that.” “Great,” he threw me thumbs up before turning to the large crowd of hopeful future guild members down below. “Alright then everyone, go to your assigned locations and let’s begin!” *** “D-Grade; Offensive Output - D, Durability - D, Speed and Maneuverability - C, Threat Coverage - F,” Natalya spoke quickly as another assistant typed away on a tablet. The person she was using her ability on was a ranged fighter that was using thrown projectiles which she created from slips of paper and controlled with her mana. The woman looked only slightly disappointed by the result as it was relayed back to her down below. “F-Grade; Offensive Output - F, Durability - D…” Natalya continued on giving a reading of another fighter. This one was a man who looked to be a melee class, and was panting, down on one knee in front of Francis in another part of the room. Some classes and abilities were easier to test than others. Ranged fighters would attempt to hit targets set a distance away, or hanging from drones that were moved around in the air. Melee fighters were harder, as there weren’t any robotic training dummies to fight against, and while stationary dummies worked for some, others had skill that required living targets. So some needed to fight another Hunter to show their skills. Francis became the tester for the melee fighters. Huwett the tester for ranged and dexterity based fighters, when needed. Norton was at the far left side of the room, overseeing the healers, who were showing their healing magic and skill on Paragon Guild members that were willingly being injured for the assessment. I gave a silent prayer to my Sponsor in thanks for not having to be one of those volunteers. Vasquez was helping in overseein