The more Han Su pondered the reasons behind all this, the more excited he beca.
Although many aspects still needed verification, he already felt a faint thrill.
That night, Han Su stayed awake until late. Despite being awakened early the next morning, his spirits remained high.
He changed into combat‑style clothing and, after breakfast, was led into an empty room where he t the other trainees who would be taking the assessnt alongside him.
For him, it felt like he had been swept up in a mysterious incident and was compelled to join the Disaster Managent Bureau. But only now did he realize that many others had officially signed up and were then summoned by the bureau to receive training.
This batch totaled over twenty people, both n and won, varying in age.
So appeared to be in their thirties, while the youngest seed just seventeen or eighteen.
Their temperants varied: so wild, so composed, so rational, others arrogant.
The staff mber who had guided Han Su there turned and left without another word.
While Han Su considered the identities of these people, a man with a crew cut and flashy clothes laughed and said, “So these are the new recruits the Disaster Managent Bureau wants to absorb this ti?”
Most in the room remained calm and wary; no one responded.
The man laughed, “Don’t be so stiff. We’ll be working together and even watching each other’s backs. Since the training hasn’t started yet, why not introduce ourselves?”
“I’ll go first. I’m Xu Qingyi, eighteen, just returned from studying in the Seventh Western District. I’m skilled in diving, rock‑climbing, wilderness trekking, wingsuit flying, and I even have a helicopter pilot’s license. As for driving, no need to ntion—I drove myself to kindergarten.”
Everyone was silent, exchanging glances.
It was obvious he was joking about kindergarten driving—no one would believe that. But if he truly possessed such a range of skills, he was undeniably impressive.
Wilderness trekking, especially in today’s era of huge ga‑cities, was extrely perilous.
Rumor had it one might encounter wild residents who refused to enter the city and beasts, and even experience unexplainable phenona like “chromatic anomalies” or “getting lost” out there.
But because he broke the ice, the atmosphere shifted from being dead silent.
Beside him, a man in gold‑rimd glasses looked up and said, “I’m Chen Mushi. I hold dual PhDs in Ruins Structure and Electronic Communications, and I taught myself seven languages.”
Behind him was a dark‑skinned, muscular man.
Seeing all eyes on him, he nodded and said, “I’m Hei Hu. I’m proficient with firearms and combat. I just returned from serving in the Northern District military.”
“I earned a second‑class rit once, a collective first‑class rit once, and I was deployed in a Northern District wilderness mission…“
“Sorry, my mind doesn’t work well. I got shot and I just rembered—that mission is still classified!”
Silence fell again.
Is this the so‑called elite professionals Zhang Zhiguo ntioned?
One after another, as people introduced themselves, Han Su felt a slight surprise.
If all the new recruits the Disaster Managent Bureau selected were of this caliber, it spoke to incredibly high standards—true elites in their respective fields. And himself…
As he thought, he sensed countless eyes on him. Han Su lifted his head and, facing their expectations, hesitated before speaking:
“I’ve carried more than a dozen people on my back.”
Silence.
Silence.
A hush fell over the eting room.
Those who had already introduced themselves—the proud ones at the front and those just about to speak at the back—all quieted at once, feeling uncomfortable at the presence of soone so strange.
Soone whispered, “Weren’t those D7 supercriminals not supposed to train with us?”
Among the crowd, a quiet girl in a black hood glanced at Han Su. Her hood was large, revealing only a pale, frail face.
The flow of self‑introductions had stalled; no one continued.
At that mont, the stainless steel door opened. A man in black combat gear entered, tossed a file onto the table, and said coldly:
“Introductions?”
“Do you think this is freshman orientation, that we need to get you all comfortable first?”
“Let you socialize now so that if later you have to be part of an ergency lockdown team, your colleagues will hesitate and cause a disaster because they’re not ready to pull the trigger?”
"……"
These words caused everyone present to stiffen slightly, then one after another, they straightened up.
A strange environnt, ruthless instructors—nothing new, all too familiar.
But facing each of their gazes, the instructor remained silent for a long ti without speaking. Only when the atmosphere had turned slightly rigid did he suddenly let out a sneer, "What are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for to give you so speech? To tell you that the truth of the world is about to unfold before your eyes, and that you’ll be the ones to save the world, bearing the burden and forging ahead?"
"That you're destined to sacrifice yourselves for this world, but soone will rember what you once gave?"
"……"
Even Han Su found this a bit strange. "Isn’t this how all opening speeches go?"
The instructor sneered coldly, "We’re not that boring. I’ll only tell you two things. First, our benefits and compensation are excellent. Second, our job is extrely dangerous."
"I’m sure many of you already knew about the existence of our departnt before entering."
"And many of you applied in pursuit of the so-called truth of the world."
"But let tell you, getting into this departnt is extrely difficult. Countless people sharpen their heads trying to squeeze in."
"But more importantly—once you’re in, getting out is even harder."
"In the coming days, I’ll be responsible for your training."
"But don’t worry. Although our training is strict, we won’t eliminate anyone based on performance. We won’t even force you to truly accept the training."
"It doesn’t matter if you’re just loafing around here, sleeping, or even staring at the female trainees’ butts all day to jerk off—as long as it doesn’t affect sanitation. You only need to stay here for the full duration, and then you can leave."
"After all, even if you’re not capable enough to beco an excellent operative, at the very least, you can serve as a suitable disposable pawn."
"……"
At this point, the content of his words already left many feeling confused and uncomfortable.
After scanning the expressions of the trainees, the instructor suddenly laughed again and said, "However, your behavior during this period will be assessed by professionals."
"This will determine which group you’ll be placed into. And once the group assignnts are finalized, your fate will be difficult to change. In other words, your performance during this period will determine your destiny."
"……"
Everyone looked at one another.
Just as soone was about to ask what exactly they’d be training for, several staff mbers ca in from outside, carrying boxes one after another and distributing them.
Inside were thick books, dozens of pages long, with blank covers.
The instructor looked coldly over the group and said, "This is your first training course, and also the final assessnt."
"Contained within are the rules that all operatives of the Anomalous Disaster Assessnt and Managent Bureau must strictly follow while carrying out missions."
"If any of you have a good mory, morize the entire thing."
"You have exactly one week."
"After one week, your training ends. This manual has a confidentiality level higher than your current personnel files. It must not be leaked, and it must be returned before you leave."
"……"
The people below were already shocked upon hearing this. "So much content—how could anyone morize it?"
"What if we can’t?"
To such overly serious questions, the instructor simply sneered and said, "If you can’t morize it, then just rember two words:"
"Obey!"
"……"
Many clearly looked stunned below, unsure whether those two words were a joke or serious.
But Han Su, inexplicably, thought of what he had told the other children while trying to escape the underground bunker, and his expression slightly hardened: Interesting!
As he thought this, he flipped open the thick rulebook.
He found that it not only lacked a cover, but didn’t even have a preface—only a single line at the beginning:
Faced with anomalies, all investigators and operatives must believe: This world is logical and governed by scientific principles.
Further down was the first rule:
Let any witnesses or those who have co into contact with anomalous phenona believe that everything they saw was re illusion and delusion.
If they refuse to believe it, make them disappear from this world.
Second rule:
Those who believe in the existence of supernatural powers and grotesque realities are lunatics. But a group of such lunatics can pose a terrifying threat to this world. Ensure they disappear from this world promptly.
Third rule:
Any historical artifacts or recorded materials—books, hard drives, or data—related to the era before the Reconstruction (including the Radiation Era, the Chaotic Era, and the Pre‑Civilization Era) must be imdiately sealed and reported. Unless authorized by superior orders (Minister level), no private viewing is allowed.
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