Job Change For Everyone: My Job Can Infinitely Evolve Novel - Chapter 143
Chapter 143: The Bet!
While Kevin spoke, a few burly men carrying an ancient force meter walked over.
The front portion of the meter was a large iron pillar, while the back had a swinging hammer. It would emit varying sounds when struck with various strengths.
“Each of you will come up to the force meter according to your serial numbers, from lowest to highest. Each person can hit three times to get the best result!”
After that, participants B-201 till 631 approached the force meter.
The first student was a level 16 berserker. Some understood a berserker’s attributes and could guess the result to be between 3,000 to 4,500 kilograms of force.
Use of potions and equipment was not allowed during the first and second phases of the training camp. Therefore, the participants knew the attributes of common classes.
Still, the berserker punched the meter, and it rang five times. Then he stopped hitting and returned to his team’s side.
“B-201, 5000 kilograms! Next!” The supervisor next to the meter shouted expressionlessly, causing waves of exclamations.
“The first participant has explosive strength!”
“That’s not even his Berserker Mode’s strength!”
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“He’s a little too powerful, don’t you think?”
The test continued the same way throughout. Some got close to 5000 kilograms during that time, but no one had surpassed the berserker.
Mill was the next to approach the meter. Strength was not a fire mage’s forte, but Mill, level 14, could only exert 700 to 1,400 kilograms of force. However, when Mill threw a punch, the meter rang twice.
Mill fused her punch with her fireball’s explosive power.
‘That was genius!’ Moss praised inwardly.
“B-661, 2000 kilograms! Next!”
“Wow, that little firecracker isn’t bad!” Mark said, in a bad mood.
“Hmph!” Alan sneered at Mark.
“It seems you’re not satisfied. Are you looking for a fight? If you lose, you’ll have to call me Big Daddy,” Mark said provocatively.
“You’re a great swordsman, and I’m an alchemist. That’s straight-up bullying!” Alan glared at Mark and said through gritted teeth.
“If you don’t have the guts to accept my challenge, you shouldn’t act like a wolf when you’re a sheep!” Mark revealed a disdainful expression with contempt in his eyes.
“I’ll accept your challenge, but the bet was too insignificant,” Moss said indifferently.
“Then I’ll let you decide on it,” Mark said disdainfully.
“The loser washes the winner’s clothes for two weeks. The loser also has to give half their food to the winner!”
“No problem at all! Don’t cry if you lose and go hungry, punk!” Mark readily agreed. Mark’s smug expression indicated he thought victory was already his.
“B-663, you’re next!”
Mark heard his serial number, so he confidently swaggered toward the meter.
“Can I hit it three times in a row, sir?” Mark asked respectfully.
“Yes, you can hit it any way you want, but not more than three times,” the supervisor answered expressionlessly.
Mark immediately smirked when he heard that. He stood calmly before the meter and threw three consecutive yet swift punches, each punch stronger than the next. Then the meter rang six times.
“B-663, 6000 kilograms! Next!”
The result was not out of Moss’s expectations.
A level 16 great swordsman could exert 1,600 to 1,900 kilograms of force, and Mark performed three consecutive punches to stack the damage he dealt. He could also stack it to a staggering 7,600 kilograms of force.
However, it was evident Mark held back because he only exerted 6,000 kilograms of force. Perhaps he thought it was enough to get first place in the strength test.
Mark menacingly smirked as he looked at Moss and said, “It’s your turn soon, kid!”
Moss ignored him. Instead, he quietly waited to see the results of Alan and Baylon’s test. Alan’s performance was disappointing since he didn’t integrate his skills into his punch, only exerting 1,500 kilograms of force.
Meanwhile, Baylon was much more innovative because he used his water spells. He combined his punch with the rebound force from his water element and hit the meter with 1,800 kilograms of force.
When the supervisor shouted for B-666, Moss approached the meter.
“Go for it!” Alan and the rest of the Guardians couldn’t help but shout.
“Tsk!” Their chants triggered Mark’s disdain.
On the contrary, Ribéry stared at Moss without blinking. He noticed Moss’s calm expression and relaxed demeanor and knew Moss was confident in this test.
Moss arrived at the force meter but didn’t immediately punch.
‘Thunderstrike!’ He shouted inwardly, but his expression was calm.
Before the supervisor could announce the result, Moss had already turned around and returned to his team. The meter rang six times, and Mark’s confident expression instantly turned into shock.
He regretted holding back his strength just now as he stared anxiously at the force meter, hoping for a draw.
The supervisor thundered, “B-666, 6,010 kilograms! Next!”
Mark was stunned when he heard that. He muttered over and over again, “T-Ten kilograms…”
“Remember to wash my clothes and give away half your food.”
“Oh right, don’t quit the camp of hunger,” Alan and the other Guardians mocked.
Mill was amused by the entire situation and giggled.
Ribery realized something as his face turned gloomy when he heard the meter ringing six times. He never expected Moss, a level 15 knight, to possess such power.
‘Did he trigger his true potential?!’
However, Ribery furrowed his thick eyebrows when he heard the supervisor announcing Moss’s results. His expression became increasingly solemn as he thought, ‘It’s only a ten-kilogram difference. He controlled his strength within 2/1,000. That’s not something anyone could achieve overnight.’
The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became. It seemed he had underestimated the Future Star of White Deer City. He fixed his eyes on Moss as he fell into profound thought.
‘Hmm, that’s an interesting knight.” Kevin’s expression didn’t change, but he felt like he had found an unpolished diamond.
At that thought, Kevin opened the control panel for a look. Although the test had yet to end, Moss’s score of 6,010 kilograms could stay steady in the top 100. Moreover, Moss was only a level 15 sophomore but had already achieved an incredible result.
However, there was still a significant gap between Moss and the Gods of the training camp, who were level 18 and 19. Still, Moss’s result was rare.
‘Excellent, I found a treasure during my three courses. It seems that my performance appraisal should be easy for this test,’ Kevin thought. He was starting to get excited.
When Kevin dismissed the participants after his test, the students only had one thought in their hearts—they were finally free.
The participants only felt three things after the Devil’s Training, exhaustion, hunger, and sleepiness.
Mill was the best example of these things. She didn’t even bother to shower after eating because she had to wait her turn before she could bathe. She even fell asleep without changing her clothes before it was her turn.
However, she was lying on Moss’s bed. She didn’t even care about cohabitation and the many people staring at her. Perhaps she had entirely trusted Moss.
In the end, Moss mustered up the courage to carry Mill to the upper bunker.
