Next.
Claire Jensen also told Aeron some precautions when using virtual world cabins.
Then she respectfully left the room.
"Virtual World Class…"
Aeron observed the chamber carefully for a moment and then laid down inside the capsule.
Buzz——
A slight wave swept over him.
Aeron only felt a mild tingling across his skin before a mechanical voice echoed:
"Replication complete. Please prepare to evolve and connect to the virtual world."
"Welcome to the world of assessment."
Aeron opened his eyes and saw a stern man watching him.
"Assessment world?"
Aeron immediately took stock of his condition—his physical strength, energy flow, and mental power within his mind palace.
It all matched his real-world self exactly.
"The Universal Human Alliance is terrifying."
Aeron was shocked. The simulation was so accurate, he felt like there were no secrets left hidden.
But something was missing.
"The Gate to Myriad Worlds hasn't been reproduced."
Aeron quickly focused his mind inward.
Where the Myriad Worlds Gate should have been was now an empty void.
"So even the Universal Human Alliance can't recreate the Myriad Worlds Gate?"
"Or perhaps... they're not even aware it exists?"
That thought brought him a sense of relief.
"Evolver, please select your assessment scenario." the stern man prompted.
Images floated into view—a desert of golden sands, dense ancient forests, and futuristic cityscapes.
"The desert will do."
Aeron selected casually.
The environment around him rapidly shifted, and in the blink of an eye, he stood within a scorching desert under a blistering sun.
"According to your energy levels, assessment begins at Rank One."
"Defeat the opponent at each stage to proceed."
"Understand?"
"Clear." Aeron nodded.
Whoosh.
The stern man vanished.
Moments later, yellow sand surged forward, forming a humanoid with dark skin and a sharp, black horn protruding from its forehead.
"Die!"
Without warning, the horned man lunged forward with thunderous footsteps.
"Stronger than a typical Grandmaster, but no threat to me."
Aeron stood calmly.
Click.
Before contact, the horned man's eyes dimmed. His body crumbled into sand.
Aeron hadn't moved.
One mental strike was all it took.
With his Unfettered Realm-tier mental strength, Aeron crushed the soul directly.
More opponents followed, each stronger than the last.
By the ninth battle, the horned man returned, this time more cautious.
"Spiritual Master path?" the figure sneered. "I've boosted soul resistance. You won't beat me with that again."
"Die!" he charged.
Click.
This time, Aeron caught him by the throat and twisted his neck cleanly.
"Who said I rely only on mental attacks?"
Aeron's voice was calm.
Martial Dao evolution wasn't spiritual—it was physical at its core.
And his physical body was terrifyingly efficient.
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Evolutionary Association Headquarters
After Claire Jensen exited the testing room, she returned to her desk.
"I wonder what Mr. Aeron's final evolution rank will be…"
Claire stared at her screen.
For privacy, the Association did not broadcast assessment battles. Staff could only monitor the number of lit indicators, which signified passed levels.
"Claire, has Mr. Aeron begun?"
It was the President of the Evolutionary Association, arriving personally.
Normally, he wouldn't bother with a regular assessment. But Aeron was different.
As a second-level citizen, Aeron deserved attention equal to top-tier officials.
"Ah, President."
Claire stood quickly, nervous. "Yes. Mr. Aeron has entered the chamber."
"Good. No need to worry."
The President waved off her tension, smiling.
He leaned casually near her desk.
"Where do you think he'll rank?"
Claire considered. "At least Rank One. High-level citizens often evolve through genetic means, even if limited."
"Indeed," the President agreed. "Probably Level Two or Three at best."
His secretary added, "Rank One, second to third tier. Beyond that takes real talent."
The President nodded. Rank One is divided into twelve sub-levels, with bottlenecks at every third step.
Few ever reached beyond the third. Aeron would likely stop there.
"Mr. Aeron's assessment is beginning."
Suddenly, Claire pointed to the monitor as the first beam lit up.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Fourth. Fifth. Sixth—
They kept lighting up in rapid succession.
By the time the twelfth beam lit up, the President hadn't even sat d
own fully.
"…Twelve?"
Claire gasped.
Even the seasoned President stood frozen in place, eyes wide with disbelief.
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