Deep into the night.
In the capital, Transcendent District.
"Sizzle."
"Sizzle sizzle—"
Inside the mansion, in the basent, Chen Yu was welding a steel helt onto his head as he stood in front of a floor mirror, electric welder in hand, working hard.
The helt was entirely green, thick, and heavy.
Two steel bars extended from below, firmly fixed to a tal collar around his neck through welded connections.
Encasing Chen Yu’s entire "head" within its grasp.
"Sizzle—"
After welding the last point, Chen Yu placed down the welder, leaned close to the mirror, and carefully observed the firmness between the steel helt and the collar, giving it a few tentative tugs.
It didn’t budge at all!
He nodded in satisfaction.
"That’s secure."
"If anyone else wants to see my title, they’ll have to blow off my head first."
After knocking on the helt, Chen Yu finally set his mind at ease, hands in pockets, and walked out of the basent.
His title for the month was "Castrated for Human Glory."
He had spent an hour on the internet searching and finally confird that "castration" ant "self-emasculation."
Thus, he swore on his junior brother that should anyone dare to see his "title," they must annihilate that person’s entire nine generations! Otherwise, he would take his own life to apologize to the world...
At the sa ti, he noticed.
From the initial title of "Corpse" to the current "Castration."
His titles were becoming more perverse and more abstract...
"This can’t go on."
He sighed deeply and walked into the main hall on the first floor.
He saw in the hall, his sister Chen, his father Chen, his mother Ms. Chen, the housekeeper, and many servants, all looking at him with worried eyes.
"Hmm?" Chen Yu turned around, checked that everyone was looking at him, and scratched at his helt in confusion, "Do I have a dick growing on my face?"
"Little brother." His sister Chen hesitated with her words, "If you’re really not confident about this graduation evaluation, just forfeit."
"What are you talking about? I’m super confident."
"Sir." The housekeeper curtsied, "Your helt seems sturdy, but in the Transcendent group’s combat, it won’t provide much defense. It’ll also limit your field of view and flexibility."
"You don’t understand."
Chen Yu waved his hand, picked up the backpack from the ground, slung it over his shoulder, "Ti’s almost up, I’m heading out. The house is in your hands."
"Alright." The housekeeper nodded, "Rest assured, sir."
"Son." Chen’s father approached slowly, his expression stern, "You... um. Hm."
"Dad, just say what you want to say."
Chen’s father, "Where are you heading off to?"
Chen Yu, "..."
"Dad." Sister Chen held her forehead, "Little brother is going to the graduation evaluation."
"What is a graduation evaluation?" Chen’s father asked again.
"You can think of it as a graduation exam," the housekeeper explained, "Pass the exam, and sir will no longer be an apprentice Transcendent."
"Oh." Chen’s father suddenly understood, nodding his head, looking Chen Yu over, "It looks risky, doesn’t it?"
"There is a fatality rate," sister Chen lowered her head.
Chen’s father, "Can’t you just not take it?"
Sister Chen, "You can’t."
"Then there’s nothing more to say," Chen’s father extended his hand, patting Chen Yu’s shoulder, "I may not understand the rules of your Transcendent world. But a man born in this world... there are things that must be done. You can’t be afraid of death."
"I know," Chen Yu nodded, "Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t die."
"Even if you do, it doesn’t matter," Chen’s father’s eyes reddened, "I’ll use all our family’s wealth to give you a grand and glorious funeral!"
Chen Yu, "Well, thank you for that."
"You silly old man, always spouting nonsense," Ms. Chen wiped her tears and stepped forward, pinching Chen’s father hard, then hugged Chen Yu, "My son, you’ll always live in our hearts."
Chen Yu, "..."
After a mont of silence, Chen Yu turned to his sister Chen, "Sis, the treatnt they’re receiving in the hospital right now... it doesn’t damage the brain, does it?"
"It... it shouldn’t," sister Chen hesitated.
"Then I’m leaving," Chen Yu adjusted his helt, hugged his mother Ms. Chen, and headed for the door, "Rember to tune in to the capital’s channel during the arena match. You should be able to see ."
"Little brother." Sister Chen quickly caught up, whispering into Chen Yu’s ear, "Did your title change?"
"Yes."
"What did it change to? You welded your head to the helt to cover the title, right?"
"Pretty much."
Upon hearing this, sister Chen bit her lip, "But your title... it’s predictive. Wouldn’t it be unlucky? If it’s really not good, just don’t participate."
"Ah, relax," Chen Yu took out his phone, checked the ti, "I’m definitely not going to die. I’m off."
"Bang!"
The door to the villa swung open and then shut tightly.
Leaving only three family mbers with complex expressions in the living room.
...
"Over here!"
"All participants, please go this way."
"I will stress again, you are not allowed to bring any prohibited items. For a detailed list of prohibited items, please refer to pages five through ten of the evaluation manual..."
Late, at 10:48 PM.
Outside the evaluation site in the west of the city, the place was already surrounded by Transcendents waiting to enter.
They (or rather, they) gathered in groups of threes or twos, so chatting casually, so discussing with each other, so remaining silent, and so even played poker.
In a corner, a man and a woman were engaged in a passionate kiss.
Next to them, stood a chubby fellow, cracking sunflower seeds, watching with great interest.
"Hey!"
A hand suddenly slapped the chubby neighbor on the shoulder, startling him.
He turned around to find Chen Yu.
"Chen Yu, you’re here," he said.
"Do you have no sha? They’re having a kiss goodbye, and you’re gawking?"
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