What if the Terrans really are saving the world?

Chapter 59 The Decisive Battle in Underwear

Terra and her group walked through the corridor with its changing light and shadow and entered the testing area.

The so-called testing area is actually a huge, oval-shaped building, similar to an arena. It is not very tall, even somewhat low, but it covers a vast area.

Although there are many different entrances for different professions outside, all of these entrances eventually converge at the central area of ​​the arena.

The vast arena was precisely divided into independent testing tracks by intricate magical partitions and ground markings. Each profession had its own dedicated assessment area, ensuring that no one interfered with the others and that everything was in perfect order.

As soon as Terra and his group entered, they saw a number of spectators on the surrounding tiered stands. They were all local townspeople who had bought tickets to visit.

This is a money-making project jointly launched by the Adventurers' Guild and the Lord of Mi City. Since the testing grounds for adventurers are empty anyway, they might as well provide some economic value and sell tickets to the public at a reasonable price.

The ticket price of a few copper coins was quite affordable and everyone could afford it. As a result, it accumulated into a stable source of extra income for the guild and the city lord's mansion.

Although the ticket prices aren't high, we can still make a little money.

For ordinary townspeople, these few copper coins buy them far more than just an opportunity to observe and assess.

Walking the streets of Mi City on ordinary days, even aspiring adventurers who haven't yet been officially recognized are seen as powerful figures by the common people. But once these adventurers step into this testing ground, their status changes. From revered strongmen, they become performers for others to watch and comment on.

Separated by the safe magical barriers, the townspeople completely let go of their fears and pointed and commented on the novice adventurers on the track below without any restraint.

"Look at that warrior, his posture is so sloppy, his center of gravity is completely off. He'll be taken down the moment he encounters a monster!"

"And that mage, his incantations were stumbling and his hand gestures were off; he probably couldn't even cast the most basic spells properly!"

"Tsk tsk, someone with this level of skill dares to take the adventurer exam? What a waste of a spot!"

"Look at that elf!"

Whispers of comments rose and fell, tinged with condescending criticism. Although no one could pass the test, it didn't stop everyone from gaining some satisfaction from this harmless evaluation.

However, these things are secondary. There are other reasons why the seats for summoners and mages always sell out so easily.

Little Tiffany followed beside Tara and Wendy, her bright eyes curiously looking around at the giant arena she had never seen before.

Born into nobility, she was used to magnificent castles and formal training grounds used by knights, but this was the first time she had seen an adventurer assessment site open to the public for commoners to watch. It was novel and interesting.

Her gaze swept quickly across the various sections, finally settling on the archer test track not far away, and her eyes lit up instantly.

Among the crowd, that slender and graceful elf figure was too dazzling. The pale golden sunlight fell on Andrea's pointed ears and hair, gilding them with a soft golden edge. Her clear and delicate eyebrows and her neat and graceful figure made her stand out among the group of muscular archer adventurers. She could be locked in at a glance.

Wow, she's absolutely gorgeous no matter how you look at her! Little Tiffany couldn't help but admire her, her gaze fixed on the elf, unwilling to look away.

Just as she was overjoyed and about to raise her hand to greet them, she saw that Andrea in the distance had already noticed the commotion and gently raised her slender arm to wave in their direction.

Just as Tiffany was about to wave in response, she saw Wendy beside her already waving to the elves, and the blocky figure next to her was jumping around, with smiley face bubbles popping out of its head.

This scene made Tiffany frown instantly, her joy being replaced by displeasure.

Little Tiffany had wanted to complain about this before: how did that thing on his head, which looked like the speech bubble from the comics that the maids had confiscated from the commoners, end up floating above his head?

Little Tiffany tugged at Wendy's sleeve, speaking haughtily, "Hey! Don't wave like that! That elf lady was clearly waving at me!"

Wendy asked in surprise, "You know her?"

Seeing Wendy's astonished expression, as if she'd never seen anything like it before, little Tiffany proudly put her hands on her hips: "Of course! I'm very familiar with that elf. We're so close that we're practically glued to each other, even holding hands!"

The elf helped him up.

Seeing Wendy's surprised look, Tiffany said, "Are you envious? I knew it. This is where the difference between you commoners and me lies."

"As a nobleman, I've seen elves, such high beings, all the time. I bet this is the first time you, a commoner, have ever seen an elf."

"You're so ignorant, making such a fuss over nothing."

"Really? That's amazing!" Wendy clapped her hands in surprise as she watched little Tiffany standing with her hands on her hips, talking nonstop.

Wendy genuinely felt that way.

She didn't know that what little Tiffany was saying was all nonsense.

"Hmm, even though you're a commoner and half of your body looks weird, I still like what you say. How about this, if you want to see that elf, I can give you a chance as an elf friend."

Wendy said, "Oh, I..."

At that moment, a muffled broadcast suddenly came from the center of the venue, indistinctly announcing the test rules for this new recruit assessment.

The reason for explaining the test rules now is to demonstrate the test takers' ability to adapt to changing circumstances and to reduce the chances of cheating.

The clarity of the voice was like the listening comprehension test in the Classic Elvish language administered by the mages in the Magic Academy—they were afraid you wouldn't hear it clearly.

After the intermittent rule announcements ended, the staff at each test track immediately sprang into action. The layout of the mage and summoner assessment area was remarkably similar to the archer shooting track not far away.

At the end of each independent track, there are several life-sized dummy targets. They are gray and white in color and made of a special material. They can accurately record the damage, number and frequency of attacks received. They are special items used to test the strength of magic and summoning adventurers.

Archers are tested on the number of bullseye hits in a short period of time, and mages are similar.

Beside the track, the white-haired old mage Reginald looked at these rising stars. He was a tutor at the Magic Academy, and his main course was career development and planning. It was a rather easy course, but it was a sinecure given to an old mage who held a high position of power but was unable to teach.

He wore a magical artifact specifically designed to test attack capabilities, used to detect the exact amount of damage inflicted on the dummy target, thus determining whether the test subject's abilities met the standards.

Today, he is also personally testing the abilities of these newcomers.

However, at a glance, he saw that some were nervous and lacked confidence, while others were pretentious and lacked a solid foundation. He couldn't find a single newcomer who could impress him or demonstrate solid strength.

They were all ordinary, mediocre people, and one of them got in through connections.

Little Tiffany calmly chose a track and walked over. She winked at Wendy, signaling her to stand on the track next to her.

Terra followed closely behind, naturally choosing the other side of the track at Little Tiffany's. The three stood side by side, each in their own place.

With the referee's command, the special assessment for mages and summoners officially began.

Terra looked up at the dummy target at the end of his track, where a string of numbers 0/0/0 and 0/s was displayed. A female mage on the adjacent track to his left made her move first, raising her staff inlaid with pale blue magic crystals and smoothly reciting an ice spell.

Magic rapidly gathered at the tip of the staff, and a burst of chilling air suddenly erupted. A sharp ice spike, carrying a cold wind, whistled straight towards the distant dummy target.

With a soft thud, the ice spike struck the doll precisely in the chest, shattering into tiny ice shards. The next second, the numbers above the doll's head instantly updated to 14/14/14 and 14/s.

Seeing that the first ice spike had hit the target accurately, the female mage clenched her hands in front of her chest, intending to continue her efforts. Then, the tip of the female mage's staff flashed red, and a scorching fireball rapidly condensed, blasting towards the puppet once again.

The fireball slammed into the doll, causing a surge of heat, and the values ​​jumped again, updating to 12/14/26 and 12/s.

This time, Terra saw that the numbers above the doll's head had changed to 12/14/26 and 12/s.

Terra thought for a moment and quickly understood what the numbers meant.

In 12/14/26, 12 represents the damage amount in this instance, 14 represents the highest single-hit damage amount, and 26 represents the total damage amount. As for 12/s, it refers to the damage per second displayed in the old version of the "Damage per Second Counter".

These seem to be the new version's testing standards for newbies, but Terra doesn't know exactly how high a score is considered passing.

But this doll is a good thing. Terra plans to dig it up later.

Just then, Terra suddenly noticed something beneath his feet. Through the ground, he could see two slender figures quietly moving through a hole that had been there all along in the soil beneath his feet. He opened their chat window to take a look, but it was useless.

Beside Terra, little Tiffany drew a summoning circle on the ground and pretended to chant a spell. At the same time, she winked and made faces at Wendy to get her to cooperate.

However, she had only been chanting the incantation for a short while when, in the next instant, the summoning circle she had drawn suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light.

After the light faded, standing in the center of the magic circle were two female knights, one tall and one short, with towering peaks. Facing little Tiffany, they held their longswords to the ground, their postures respectful, and spoke in unison: "Tell me, are you our master?"

Little Tiffany was also somewhat surprised. Had she summoned these? Wait, why did their armor look so familiar?

do not care!

Little Tiffany grinned, hands on her hips, and said, "That's right, I am your master, and I command you to attack that dummy target in the distance!"

Two female knights charged forward with their swords drawn, taking turns launching fierce attacks on the dummy target. They slashed, kicked, and thrust, their movements swift and decisive, their moves incredibly sharp.

During a lull in the fight, the two lowered their voices and whispered to each other.

The tall knight said, "Sister, sister, do you think the young lady might discover that the summoned creatures are actually us in disguise?"

The short knight said, "Little sister, little sister, I don't think the young lady has that kind of personality. Besides, our disguise is perfect. Just focus on helping her score points."

Just as the two maids, disguised as summoned knights, thought they had fought enough and should be able to help the young lady pass the test, Terra next door unleashed a hail of paintballs at the doll.

The doll was being hit and was shaking violently. The paint was shooting all over the target, leaving it covered in bruises. The paint dripping from the doll onto the ground was almost forming a small pool.

The old mage Reginald beside him watched as the number in the Terra column on the magic item in his hand skyrocketed.

12/24/2450,

11/24/3511,

He even saw that Terra showed no signs of stopping and was still shooting! Just how much had he saved up?

Is that correct?

On the other tracks, the highest number was only achieved by the lord's relative, Little Tiffany, who reached 300, while the others averaged around 150.

Holy crap, there's a cheat code!

In an instant, all the eyes of the examinees, spectators, and staff in the entire venue focused on Terra's racetrack.

The mages around Terra were also surprised, looking at the weapon that Terra was constantly spraying. "You call this magic?"

Are you kidding me?

Those bullets look like physical attacks, right? And why is there a slime next to him?

The female mage closest to Terra, who was the first examinee to deal 26 points of total damage, was now staring at Terra with a furious expression, her body trembling slightly with rage.

She watched as the blocky figures kept shooting, even splattering paint onto her robes, and there was a fishy smell!

Unable to contain herself any longer, she strode up to the old, proctoring mage and shouted, "Professor! He's cheating! This blocky guy is cheating!"

The old sorcerer was also walking this way.

Terra: "I've completed the tutorial?"

Reginald didn't understand what he was saying: "Please let me check the weapon in your hand. My system shows that your data is very abnormal."

Terra threw the paintball gun on the ground in confusion, and the old mage discovered that it was actually a flat, 2D texture.

But the moment his aged fingers touched the weapon, the flat texture instantly materialized, transforming into a silver-white machine with a craftsmanship far surpassing the forging standards of this world.

He examined it and found it contained no magical enhancements; it was a purely physical device. But the strangest thing was that this small machine had absolutely no space to hold a massive amount of ammunition.

There were even weapons that he couldn't analyze. The old mage was quite fond of them and tried firing a few shots.

The female mage asked the old mage, "So, this blocky guy was cheating after all!"

The old wizard slowly straightened up, placed the paintball gun back on the ground, letting Terra take it back, and said, "No, the test continues. There's nothing wrong with his weapon. If your score isn't as high as his, it just means you're not as skilled."

The female mage watched the old mage walk away, her face instantly turning ashen. "It seems I have no choice but to resort to this move?"

After saying that, the female mage raised her hand, grabbed her mage robe, and ripped it off!

Beneath the long robe was the crucial inner garment she had specially worn for today—a powerful lingerie designed to attract the spirits and accelerate her magic!

The spectators in the stands shouted, "Yes, this is exactly what we've been waiting for!"