Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 63
Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Information Wall
Translator: 549690339
By the time Jack Clark came back carrying the corpse of the cultist, the battle had already ended.
Most of the hundred or so rebels had been killed, and more than a dozen had surrendered. The soldiers who had guided Jack and his classmates were cleaning up the battlefield and collecting weapons and ammunition.
The freshmen who had participated in the battle were excitedly chatting, talking about how brave and fierce they were in the battle just now.
Some students even took out their mobile phones and posed with the rocket launcher for selfies.
Even Justin Welan stood in front of the burnt and deformed off-road vehicle, making a one-handed pose with his thick shield, and asked his classmates to help take pictures.
Of course, there were some injuries in this battle, like the student who was hit by a grenade and was lying on a stretcher screaming, but his voice was full of energy.
With six to seven times the physical strength of ordinary people and the defense of full body armor, he was only mildly injured by the explosion of small-sized grenades.
Some other students also sustained light injuries, such as chest armor being pierced by bullets and the special steel wire stopping the bullets halfway into the muscles.
In addition, some of the freshmen had already taken off their helmets, their faces pale as they leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.
They were fine when they were tense before, but once the battle was over, these youths who had seen blood for the first time were immediately frightened by the cruelty of the war.
Looking at those limbs severed and corpses mangled, some students couldn’t bear the sight and even vomited.
However, it wasn’t just them, those seemingly excited freshmen were actually also tense, but they were just venting their emotions in another way, including Justin Welan.
After all, they were just youths, and this was their first time on the battlefield, witnessing such bloody scenes.
Even Jack Clark, who after the battle ended and had withdrawn from the cold and calm state when hunting with the Heavy Armored Beast, felt a little uncomfortable looking at those mutilated bodies.
Seeing Jack carrying the cultist’s corpse with a knife in one hand and the corpse in the other, the other students also reacted.
Mullen Weisz looked upset, “Damn, how could I forget about that.”
Marcus Lee also felt regret, “Yeah, I was so excited just now, I forgot that killing these cultists would earn Contribution Points.”
“Miscalculated,” Zac Lyons shook his head.
Justin Welan approached curiously and asked, “How is it, Jack? What is the strength of this cultist?”
Jack nodded, “As the teachers said, their strength is weaker than their realm.”
“For example, this one’s realm is equivalent to the Second Layer Heaven Peak, but his basic physique is only at the First Layer Heaven Limit, and his blood-colored True Strength is weak and not well-concentrated.”
“So weak,” Justin Welan was surprised.
As Jack was talking, Howard Lee, who was carrying a pillar, also walked over with heavy steps and said solemnly, “Because these cultists are the result of external rapid success, it is normal for them to be weaker.”
“External force?” Jack looked at him.
Howard Lee nodded, “It’s similar to the empowerment in Buddhist scriptures, where stronger fanatics perform Secret Skills to enhance them. The process is painful and has a low success rate.”
“These low-level cultists mostly come from this kind of process…”
The classification of the Evil God Sect Cultist is quite simple. Those below the Third Layer Heaven are ordinary cultists, and those from the Fourth Layer Heaven to the Sixth Layer Heaven are called fanatics.
As for the strong men above the Seventh Layer Heaven, they are bishops, responsible for managing and controlling the followers below them.
As Jack and the others were discussing, Lori Parma and the other two teachers along with the soldier platoon leader came back, all of them looking somewhat disheveled.
It couldn’t be helped. Those senior fanatics were too crazy. They almost got injured in the explosion of two Initial Stage of the Fifth Layer Heaven fanatics. Fortunately, they were prepared.
As for the other three Fourth Layer Heaven fanatics, they didn’t give them a chance to self-destruct, killing them lightning fast. Adding to a few Second or Third Layer Heaven ordinary cultists, they were almost wiped out.
Lori Parma said solemnly, “Though the strength of this attack is not weak, it is not as strong as we expected. It should be just a probe, and those guys did not fully take the bait.”
The female teacher nodded slightly, “It’s normal, after all we leaked the information that there was only one teacher leading the team, and the reinforcements were all Second Layer Heaven freshmen.”
“But those people won’t be so easily fooled. This time they obviously just sent a small squad to test us.”
“They must have been prepared for two possible outcomes: if the information turned out to be accurate, half of them would engage the leading teacher while the others joined the rebels to kill the freshmen; if the information turned out to be false, their losses would not be too serious.”
While they were talking, Jack walked over with the cultist’s corpse and paused when he heard the conversation of the teachers from a distance.
It turned out that their ambush was a trap laid by Lori Parma and the others.
Jack threw the cultist’s body to the side and politely said, “Teacher, there is also a Second Layer Heaven cultist here who was killed by me.”
Lori Parma praised, “Well done, I will add it to the system when we get back to base.”
A smile appeared on Jack’s face, having earned a small profit upon arrival.
The other two teachers and the squad leader also glanced at Jackin the chaos of that first encounter with battle, this freshman actually had the heart to chase and kill the cultists without getting injured.
“I remember you’re Jack Clark from Class 3, right?” The female teacher started.
Jack nodded: “Yes, teacher.”
The female teacher chuckled: “I’m Sylvia Lyons, the teacher of Class 9, and I’ll be in charge of Group 2’s freshman teaching next semester. Are you interested in joining us?”
Uh … Jack was dumbfounded.
Lori Parma said irritably: “Sylvia, I’m still here. If you want to poach someone, you should at least find a time when I’m not here.”
Sylvia Lyons didn’t care: “I just think this freshman has a good temperament and talent, and I’m afraid you guys who only know about cultivation all day long will mislead him.”
“That’s pure slander. I cultivate and focus on cultivation, but 1 am also doing my responsibilities.” Lori Parma argued.
Sylvia Lyons smiled: “Really? But I heard that someone only showed up once when the freshmen were establishing their foundation, and then they completely neglected their duties.”
“The Meditation Method and Body Casting Skill of Foundation Establishment have templates. Whether you can practice them depends entirely on your talent. 1 don’t need to be there all the time, do I?”
Ahem!
The squad leader coughed: “Two teachers, it’s getting late. Why don’t you take the students and continue on, and I’ll take care of things here.”
“All right.”
Since the squad leader stepped in to mediate, Lori Parma took the opportunity to give in, because he indeed felt a bit guilty.
This year, when the new batch of students entered the school, he had just had a breakthrough, and so, he left the Foundation Establishment in the hands of the Class Leader and Martial Art Committee Member, and went into retreat.
But just like he said, the matter of Foundation Establishment in the systematic template of the school completely depended on talent, and there was no impact whether he was there or not.
It’s just not nice to say that.
Leaving eight soldiers to guard the captives, the two soldiers led everyone through the small town.
They then followed the broken road for several kilometers before they saw a convoy of more than a dozen military vehicles and armored cars parked on the edge of the forest from afar.
Lori Parma and the other three teachers went to talk with the major in the convoy, and Jack and the others boarded two military vehicles separately.
Soon, the convoy started and headed towards Lester City.
“Jack, what do you think of this caption?” In the car, Justin Welan, who had taken off his helmet, handed his mobile phone over to Jack and asked for his opinion.
“What is this?”
Jack took the phone and saw that Justin was posting on the social media. It’s just that the content was not about flaunting food, but pictures taken earlier.
The first picture was him holding a shield in front of a wrecked off-road vehicle, then a single soldier rocket launcher, and the third picture was a pile of rebel corpses and the ruined small town.
The caption below read, “The winter break is coming, and as a mercenary of Koroya’s expedition, 1 just had an intense battle right upon arrival, slaying hundreds of enemies. It’s so enjoyable!!”
Justin Welan was excited: “How about it, Jack? Doesn’t my caption have that chaotic end-of-days vibe?”
Jack returned the phone to him and said, “I can’t see any chaotic end-of-days vibe, but there’s a strong sense of self-satisfaction and show-off.”
Justin Welan disagreed: “Jack, you’re not fun at all. It’s not showing off, it’s simply a happy share.”
As he spoke, he happily clicked on the post. After a while, there were a string of replies below.
Not only Justin Welan, but also other students were posting on social media.
In the posts, they bragged about how many enemies they killed today and how brave they were at that time, and so on.
However, whether it was Justin Welan or those students, they all blocked friends who were non-cultivators when posting on social media.
This was the school’s requirement. There was a clause in the contract signed during the Foundation Establishment that they should not mention too much about cultivation in front of ordinary people.
It also includes various resources and cultivation methods information.
When signing up for this trial, the contract Jack signed also had confidentiality requirements, and they were not allowed to reveal too much about Koroya to ordinary people.
It seems that the Federation has always been deliberately blurring the information about cultivators being superior to ordinary people.
This kind of information blurring is actually quite terrifying. Ninety percent of the ordinary people in this world live in their own information cocoons, where cognition, insight, and thinking are all trapped by layers of barriers.
Most of the information they receive comes from the internet and television, such as self-media, hot searches, traffic news, and various high-heat topics.
Many people seemingly receive a lot of information every day and can see things happening all over the world, but in the end, they seem to have gained nothing but emotional output.
However, with the continuous outbreak of events in Koroya and the appearance of chaos in other small allied countries, there are signs that the boundaries between Transcendents and ordinary people are gradually being broken..
