Seeing that the other party had already prepared well, Samael didn't speak much nonsense.
He took out a box about the size of a computer case from his cards, and then opened it.
At this ti, everyone saw that inside this box with an ordinary appearance, it was actually very complex.
Not only were there complex things like printed circuit boards, but there were also so glittering things in glass jars as thick as a thumb.
Of course they didn't know what they were.
But even just looking at these things, they knew it must be very formidable.
To put it plainly, it was formidable even without understanding it.
"Then show the Shelter icon on the back of your hands, and then step forward one by one and place your palm on this position."
While adjusting the machinery in the box, Samael said.
The soldier took off the gauntlet on his hand according to Samael's request, and then pressed his palm on the blank area on one side of the box.
They hadn't encountered this kind of thing like scanning fingerprints rarely when they were on Blue Star, so they were all familiar with the road.
Or rather, when making this machine, [Chariot] Olf had already considered this point.
It's just that because this was an experintal machine to be used by the public this ti, Olf didn't superimpose too much of his own interests on it, resulting in the overall appearance not only lacking wasteland style but instead having a bit of a cyberpunk flavor.
Pa!
After pouring a tube of potion into the glass jar in front of everyone, Samael closed the box.
On the originally neat edge of the box, a gap appeared at so unknown ti, perfectly avoiding the soldier's wrist.
"Next, it might hurt slightly. If you can't bear it, you can cry out."
Samael, who knew so drawbacks of this machinery, exhorted like an attending physician.
"Professor Samael, let's begin."
The soldier nodded with an indifferent expression.
Seeing that the other party seed to not care, Samael also similarly didn't care. He took out sothing like a remote control and pressed it a few tis.
Mm——!!!
The soldier, who originally had a face full of calm, used the face-changing ultimate skill. His fair face was now completely red, and with bulging eyes, he looked like a stead dead fish.
But even so, this guy still gritted his teeth and didn't let go.
He just humd slightly at the beginning.
He's a real man.
Samael nodded.
But it was of no f*cking use.
I already told him to cry out, this way it could be more straightforward, but he just had to put on an act.
Forget it, young people, who isn't like this.
Thus Samael no longer paid attention to his sowhat comical face, but took out another box half the size of this one and opened it.
This was sothing that looked like a typewriter, a machine specially developed for recording.
It originally belonged to the experintal machine Olf researched out after seeing these researchers working so hard.
As a result, when taking this machine, Samael also brought this along, beautifully nad as 'verifying' it a bit.
Beep beep beep...
Slight whistling sounds continuously rang out from the box. Samael clattered on the typewriter typing words, while the soldiers and kings watching around nervously looked at Soldier Number One.
Although at the beginning this soldier's face looked sowhat flushed and seed very painful, as ti passed, his complexion also beca normal.
About five minutes later, hearing only a long 'beep——' sound, Samael stopped his typing hands.
"Professor, is this done?"
The Twin Ring King looked at Samael with expectant eyes.
"It's done, but not completely done."
The professor, who had learned bad habits from being with the people of Tarot Manor, said a sentence that almost sprained the king's back.
"What... does this an?"
The Twin Ring King, who didn't quite understand how intellectuals interacted, hesitated slightly.
"Didn't I tell you before that this is a system for choosing classes? Since it's like this, then naturally you have to choose a class. Otherwise, what do you think we were doing for so long?"
Samael rolled his eyes at the other party, and then pressed an area on the surface of the box. Subsequently, a blue screen popped out.
On the screen were columns of options.
If it were people who frequently teleported, they should be relatively familiar with this option column, because it was this style when choosing destinations on the Teleportation Array equipnt.
But this was also normal, after all, the interfaces were designed by the sa person.
It's just that compared to the Teleportation Array, this option column had percentages appearing one by one.
"It looks like you're more suitable for the Knight class ah. There's a full 96% proportion, the remaining Swordsman 3%, Shield Warrior 0.8%, Scout 0.2% basically don't need to be looked at."
Looking at the options on the interface, Samael muttered to himself.
These soldiers were specially selected, their skills were relatively uniform.
This uniformity didn't an everyone was uniform, but rather that each individual's skills were uniform.
For example, because the first soldier had magic such as Charge and Riding, the best choice given by the options was [Knight].
Of course, because his physique and strength originally excelled, so other classes also appeared.
Originally, when discussing in the group before, everyone said that just the three classes of 'Warrior, Mage, Priest' would be fine.
But in actual developnt, Samael found that although these three classes could indeed be used as base classes.
Just having these three classes was not enough.
So after discussing with Chu Yuan, Chu Yuan found so people under his command who liked to play gas when they were on Blue Star, and combined with so basic magic and skills of this world, conducted a 'class planning'.
Ultimately, they ca up with forty to fifty relatively feasible classes.
Among these classes, there were combat types and also lifestyle types, but no matter what it was, they could receive so corresponding class bonuses.
And this class bonus was the attribute points and racial bonuses of Evolvers.
"Then are you willing to beco a Knight?"
Samael asked this soldier.
"Yes, I've always wanted to be a Knight."
The soldier nodded.
What a joke, if I wasn't willing, then why did I choose Riding ah.
Wasn't it precisely to beco a cool Knight that I chose this kind of Riding skill on the small screen of the magic desk.
"That's fine."
Saying that, Samael clicked on the Knight column on the screen, and then the soldier felt his arm being pulled by sothing.
Worried, he quickly used his other hand to pinch the hand placed in the box.
"Don't worry, having a pulling sensation is a normal phenonon."
Saying this, Samael opened the box and then took out the other party's hand.
"That's it?"
Seeing Samael's actions, the kings were all very surprised.
Calculating back and forth, it was only about five minutes, and it already allowed a transmigrator to be sublimated?
This felt sowhat like child's play.
But the other party was the person who researched this system, and definitely wouldn't joke with them at this kind of ti.
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