Unholy Player - Chapter 474

Chapter 474: Establishing Power Ranks (Part 1)
“What do you want to test? Muscle strength, speed, reflexes, endurance, flexibility?” Adyr asked him, looking calmly around the training floor as he tried to get Zephan to see how diverse the place really was.

Though Zephan was an Ignis Path Practitioner and his stat was [Will], which was about motion and speed, his physical endurance and strength would not be low, either. His frame, honed by countless battles, clearly did not belong to someone who relied on speed alone.

In the end, for a body to endure a high output of speed, the flesh had to be strong to a proportional degree, which made Adyr think that a Rank 4 Ignis Path Practitioner’s [Will] stat should be at least 2000, and that their flesh had to be very powerful for their body not to tear itself apart.

For someone like Silverlight Zephan, if it was considered that most of his talent slots were full, with a few Level 4 and many Level 3 and Level 2 talents, and possibly a few treasures in his hands giving him extra stat points, his [Will] stat should be in the 4000 to 6000 range.

It was quite an astronomical number.

For Adyr, having all 4 stats to invest, even after consuming the Synergy Crystal and with his treasures and bloodline talents so far giving him extra stat points, none of his individual stats had reached the 2000 threshold yet, though the total of all his stats had already exceeded 5000, making him stand equal to Titled Practitioners in terms of overall stat sum.

“I want to test my strength and endurance.” Zephan gave an answer that Adyr was not expecting but understood at the same time.

Being known for his speed, his weaker points were strength and endurance, so if he could understand his body’s condition better with the help of the equipment Humans provided, it would be a win for him to understand his own overall strength instead of relying only on instinct and battle experience.

“Sure.” Adyr said as he looked at Rhys to help find the best equipment, silently handing the matter over to him.

But Rhys did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at Henry, indicating something with his eyes, a brief exchange passing between the two like a silent agreement.

Henry, understanding immediately what he was trying to say, spoke. “The equipment here is, I am afraid, not enough to measure Lord Silverlight’s strength. Why do we not go to the next floor, where we can satisfy the Lord’s needs with better equipment?”

He was speaking calmly without breaking his composed image, but inside he was very expectant, as it was a very rare opportunity for them to collect true high-level data.

This floor was designed for third-generation mutants, so the maximum capacities of the equipment were fixed, but the next floor was created to check Players’ development and strength with much better equipment specifically calibrated for them.

If Henry could pull this Titled Practitioner to test his strength on that floor, it would be massive data for Human researchers to understand the basic power level of these rulers, and they could now determine a power level according to their own standards, the STF standards, instead of guessing from second-hand reports.

Zephan was at first taken aback when he heard this, as the equipment already looked appealing to his eyes, neatly arranged and sturdy.

Thinking there was a better place than this to train and check one’s strength was something he had not considered, so he looked at Adyr to get his opinion on this matter.

Adyr, understanding what Rhys and Henry were up to, appreciated their thinking silently as he spoke. “If you want to check your limits, yes, Henry is right. This building has the best place to check your capacity, as even I use it sometimes to understand my limits.”

Though the last time Adyr measured his power level in the Player Headquarters, he was still a Rank 1 Practitioner.

Since then, researchers should have improved their technology and devices to be able to check their Players’ strength, refining the measurements with every batch of data.

Zephan, though initially skeptical about showing his strength and limits to them, became less adamant in his refusal after hearing that even Adyr was using the devices to check his own strength and limits, so he decided immediately. “If even you rely on them, then I have no reason to refuse.”

He didn’t have many trust issues left with Adyr, especially after he helped them with their curse and made the blood cult their common enemy. So he wasn’t concerned about showing his strength to Humans anymore.

Though his Elders still looked a little hesitant, since their Ruler was someone who, in principle, should not openly reveal his limits to others, they did not voice their concerns. As Lunari, their customs and culture did not favor hiding strength in the first place, so as long as Zephan himself was willing, they ultimately did not object.

With the decision made, Henry led them to the elevator again, this time looking more spirited, leaving all the STF personnel behind with disappointed looks on their faces as they watched the doors close.

The elevator doors opened to the next floor, Level 2 of the training facility, with a soft ding that cut through the low background noise.

As soon as Zephan and his Elders stepped out of the elevator and into the large, bright hall, the difference from the previous floor was immediately apparent to them, like stepping into a different type of building altogether.

Firstly, there was no music ringing in their ears to lift their spirits like on the previous floor, but on the contrary, the entire floor was too quiet.

There also was no equipment laid out in the open space, but instead the entire floor was filled with sections and rooms separated by corridors, forming a grid-like structure that looked more like a research wing than a training hall.

Some rooms had glass viewing windows that let you see wide training areas behind them. Most of the rooms, on the other hand, were closed off and looked like secret chambers, where you could never guess what was inside without going in.

While the group waited in front of the elevator, looking like they did not know where to go in this unfamiliar layout, a group of hurried and urgent footsteps started to echo through the eerily silent corridors, drawing closer with every second.

Soon, a group of people in clean white lab coats, most of whom were older, came into view. They rushed toward them, their coats fluttering and their faces lit up with excitement instead of calm professionalism.

After they ran up and were about to kneel to greet the unexpected guests, “Young Ma…” Adyr interrupted them before they could finish. “No need for that.”

Adyr, watching them rise again to their feet and seeing the excited looks on their faces, felt amused as he asked, “I suppose you know why we are here?”

Knowing that every researcher, without exception, was a nerd for research and obsessed with collecting data, he could easily guess they were already aware of who had come to their training facility.

He could also guess they were watching their visit on the first level through the cameras, glued to the screens.