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Chapter 137 "64 Points Just Above the Cutoff"
Chapter 137 "64 Points Just Above the Cutoff"
It was accompanied by an extremely faint "rustling" sound.
The manila folder that had just delivered the final verdict of "64 points" turned into a pile of cold, gray ashes in his hands.
Ashes trickled through Alex's fingers, drifting in the smoke-filled air of Manhattan.
Not even a trace of its existence was left.
"laugh"
Just then, a sharp sonic boom came from the air above Alex's head.
Accompanied by two streaks of azure ion tail flames, Pei Qi, wearing dark gray MekaSuit general mechanical armor, slammed precisely and brutally into the concrete ruins a dozen meters away from Alex.
"Bang!"
The heavy combat boots crushed the steel bars on the ground. Pei Qi casually deactivated the [Power Boost Module] on his back and temporarily canceled the armor appearance again through the fashion panel.
"The timing was perfect."
Pei Qi exhaled a long breath of white air, glanced at Alex's empty hands, and raised an eyebrow.
"Finished the exam? How did it go? Didn't you hand in a blank paper?"
Alex stared coldly at the man before him, dusted off the ashes from his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "64 points. Passing, right? But that damn folder burned to ashes after I gave the score, so I can't provide you with proof."
Alex's eyes held a hint of wariness; he was even prepared for Pei Qi to use the excuse of "no evidence" to eliminate him directly.
After all, handing over the initiative to others has never been Blacklight Virus's style of doing things.
"64 points? Tsk, that's a really close score."
However, Pei Qi not only did not draw his gun, but also waved his hand indifferently.
As if by magic, he reached out with his right hand and pulled out a brown paper folder from his inventory that was exactly the same as the one he had just given to Alex.
"Don't worry about evidence. These days, even slightly advanced systems know how to synchronize data with the cloud," let alone a high-level anomaly item from the Supernatural Alliance.
Pei Qi casually flipped through the folder in his hand, teasing as he read, "The moment your final score appeared, this 'master copy' in my hand had already received the data."
"Look, it says 64 in black and white right here."
In fact, this was the work of His Excellency Neos, the Supreme Secretary General of the Global Occult Consortium (GOC).
[Alaya Questionnaire] As a disposable item, the questionnaire in the hands of the test taker will inevitably undergo conceptual collapse after settlement.
However, through some unknown and sophisticated means, Neos created a one-way connection between the rubbings generated in the same batch, similar to so-called "quantum entanglement".
In other words, the "observation template" that Pei Qi holds can synchronize with every answer Alex writes down in real time, as well as the final HS value (human score).
However, there was one thing that even Pei Qi's copy of the original text could not observe.
That is the judgment statement that appears directly below the final score.
Alaya's final evaluation of the soul is always absolutely private.
That is the last dignity that the human subconscious sea leaves for the test subject, and no one except the test subject himself, not even the highest-ranking officer of the Supernatural Alliance, has the right to pry into it.
"Congratulations, Alex."
64 points. Although you're still a ways off from being a model student, at least it proves you're not a complete antisocial psychopath.
Pei Qi slammed the folder shut, casually stuffed it back into his inventory, and gave Alex a heartfelt round of applause.
"Welcome back to the human ranks. Even though you're an outsider, it's still better than being fuel in my nuclear reactor."
Alex coldly stared at Pei Qi's smug face, completely unable to understand why this guy with world-destroying firepower would care so much about his "mental state".
But what Alex didn't know was that at this moment, while Pei Qi was smiling on the surface, he was actually having a crazy, intense internal monologue.
"Damn, I've finally straightened out this guy's brain!"
Pei Qi breathed a long sigh of relief. Looking at the original Prototype protagonist in front of him, still wearing the iconic leather jacket and with the hood covering half his face, his resentment was practically overflowing.
In fact, with Pei Qi's current firepower and MekaSuit's armored defense, he could easily nuke Manhattan and Alex together like clearing out mobs, solving the problem once and for all.
But he went to all this trouble, not only showing leniency but also spending his own money to waste an extremely valuable Alaya Questionnaire to provide psychological counseling for Alex.
Why?
Because he knew this guy named Alex Mercer all too well.
In the first installment, this cold-blooded anti-hero, who carried a nuclear bomb into the deep sea and was willing to die to protect his sister and the city, was practically a spiritual totem in the hearts of countless internet-addicted teenagers back then.
And what happened? In Prototype 2, those brain-dead game writers gave Alex a devastating retcon!
They completely transformed a flesh-and-blood dark savior, struggling between humanity and divinity, into a third-rate villain who only spreads viruses around the world, establishes some bullshit "Evolver" cult, and pretends to be profound on the rooftop all day long!
In the end, he even stupidly got sucked dry by a new black protagonist named James Heller who only knew how to swear!
"What the hell are these evolved beings! What the hell is this revenge against society!"
Every time Pei Qi thinks about the plot of the second part, he feels like he could shove the game planner's head into the toilet.
Alex felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Pei Qi's ever-changing facial expressions, sometimes clenching his teeth and sometimes smiling.
He twisted his neck in extreme annoyance, producing a series of cracking sounds, before unleashing his equally merciless and sarcastic remarks: "64 points? Judging from your tone, you seem to think that's a very high compliment?"
Alex pointed to the charred ruins around him and the wreckage of several black Watcher armored vehicles still belching black smoke in the distance, his tone filled with extremely sarcastic irony: "If my kind of behavior—devouring the enemy for survival—only gets 64 points, then I'm curious, how many points would someone like you, with the title of 'UN Special Envoy,' wearing a turtle shell, and turning half a block along with military personnel into carbonized remains at the drop of a hat—get on that bullshit questionnaire?"
"Negative 100 points? Or is your G0C's moral bottom line simply about who has the bigger nuclear bomb?"
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