Chapter 4 - The Selected Five (1/2)

Luke approached the mansion, but he chose to stay across the street. As soon as most of the competitors entered, he would go.

Because he didn't know what the test would be like, he feared it would be some kind of performance, and if it was something like that, he would rather not have to perform in front of dozens of people. Not out of shame or shyness, he just preferred to keep his identity and abilities a secret from as many people as possible.

Right in front of the gate, there was a giant man who stood over two meters tall. He had long hair, several scars on his face, and wore huge armor, the fundamental characteristics of Tanks. The giant man was serious and kept his eyes focused on the main door of the mansion.

No one dared to come within a meter radius of the man, and a few people were whispering:

”Is this the Dota? He's even bigger than they say.”

”The S-Class really is on another level. Just looking at him makes me intimidated already.”

”But isn't it overkill to wear armor like that for a test?”

”He can do whatever he wants. He's a S-Class, he has already won that job offer.”

Some people would come close just to look at the man and then leave. Luke couldn't tell if they were fans of the Dota or quitters.

The half-wolf had also never seen such a strong person in his life. To become a S-Class, you didn't just need talent and strength, you needed experience, mental strength, money, and many other factors that few people on the continent could achieve.

It was also rare to see a S-Class because most spent weeks or months inside Dungeons. There was even one man who spent several years lost inside a deep Dungeon, which was not that unusual, but since he was the only one to make it out alive after so much, he was idolized as a hero.

Even Luke, who had no interest in Dungeons or adventurers, knew that he had to respect this kind of person.

When everyone heard the main door of the mansion open, a large man stepped out, everyone knew that the time had come and the buzzing began. However, when Dota stepped forward, everyone shut up.

The old family guard, who was already bald and no longer had the strength to enter a Dungeon, needed to choose someone worthy to replace his post when he became even older. There were many good candidates among the younger bodyguards of the family, but none of them were ideal.

The moment the gates opened, Oliver spoke loud enough for everyone on the street to hear: ”Good afternoon, everyone! Is everyone who wants to participate in the Test present here?”

”Yes!” The crowd shouted, and other latecomers joined in the roar.

”All right. I will explain what will occur here: Only five people will enter through this gate, and I, personally, will select them.”

Everyone present was surprised but did not protest because they wanted to be chosen.

”First, you were at the back. Introduce yourself from there and come over here.” Oliver said to a boy standing across the street.