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Chapter 1172: The Difficulty of Taking the Stage
Chapter 1172: The Difficulty of Taking the Stage
On the Fighter Council's evaluation page, there was a bar graph with marked intervals.
Chen Chuan glanced at it and noticed an arrow pointing between 170 and 190, with a gradient color that faded as it went up.
This meant the Council estimated his minimum rating to be 170, but his upper limit wouldn't exceed 190.
He flipped through the Council's standards and found that very few Changsheng Templefighters had ratings over 150.
Throne Fighters, on the other hand, typically started at 200.
Of course, the Council's assessment was based on the information he had previously revealed, which didn't fully reflect his actual combat strength. The Council had clearly considered this, which was why they provided a range.
This evaluation seemed reasonably fair, after all, no one would boldly place him on par with a Dongxuan Templefighter without seeing his full power in action.
This rating, combined with other assessments, formed the complete influence value.
For well-known fighters worldwide, most countries and companies typically referred to this system for evaluation and judgment. While a few organizations had their own criteria, the system was generally the standard.
In some countries, influence values were closely tied to political activities, resource acquisition, and advanced information sharing.
In the event of global incidents, governments and companies would often seek out influential fighters for consultation or participation.
It was important to note that influence values were not static but dynamically changed based on the environment and the fighter's actions. If a fighter remained active in a specific field, their influence in that area would continue to grow. Conversely, if they were inactive, their influence would diminish.
Chen Chuan keenly observed that this influence wasn't just a simple score but also had deeper implications, potentially guiding and constraining fighters' behavior.
He could see it, and so could other fighters. This system likely provided certain conveniences and benefits, which naturally led to its acceptance and maintenance.
Gao Ming then said, "Brother, should we send a message to the Council? They mentioned that if you have any objections, you can provide additional information, and they will reassess and adjust your rating."
Chen Chuan shook his head. "No need."
He couldn't guarantee that no fighter would leak their true data, given the unpredictable nature of their oaths. But he wouldn't do it himself.
Gao Ming smiled. "Alright, Brother."
He got up to pour a cup of tea, filling Chen Chuan's cup as well. Looking out the window at the passing scenery, he said, "Speaking of which, Brother, do you remember our childhood? One time, we were flying a kite, and the string broke. The kite drifted far away, and we couldn't find it. Someone suggested it might have drifted over the Outer Ocean and reached the Federation."
Chen Chuan chuckled at the memory. "How could I forget? We made that kite together. At first, we couldn't find bamboo strips, so we cut down a section of the hedge in your garden. When the kite was lost, you cried your eyes out."
Gao Ming laughed. "I cried because I wasn't upset about losing the kite, but because the hedge was gone, and I was sure I'd get a beating from Uncle. And for nothing."
Gao Ming looked out the window again, the landscape reflected in his glasses. "Back then, I wondered what the kite would see if it drifted across the ocean. I never imagined I'd see it myself."
Chen Chuan also looked out, smiling. "Maybe we'll even see that kite again."
He picked up his cup, and Gao Ming did the same, clinking glasses with him. They both gazed out at the vast and expansive land.
In Alantava Central City, at the Clearwater Commission Company.
Supervisor Xu admired the puppet standing before him. "Captain Bloodstaff, you did a great job on this commission. The client gave you high praise."
The puppet remained expressionless, and it didn't speak. Xuan Ge, standing behind him, said, "Supervisor Xu, cut the small talk. When will we get our payment and the additional reward? We had a deal."
Supervisor Xu looked at him, then at the puppet. "Since it's in the agreement, we'll make sure you're compensated, even if the client doesn't. However, there's something I need to discuss first."
He looked at the puppet. "Mr. Bloodstaff, based on your recent performance, the company believes you have the potential for further development. The upper management is interested in guiding you to higher positions."
He handed over a paper document, pushing it toward Bloodstaff. "You can review this agreement first."
He tapped the document. "We understand that you lead a life similar to a hermit, and your efforts to accumulate resources and wealth are aimed at advancing your path.
But those resources aren’t something you can buy with regular commissions; you need some special channels. If you sign this contract, the company can provide you with all of these things.”
The puppet had no interest in this. He felt that as long as he had enough high-energy nutrients, his Mutated Tissue could grow on its own without needing any special cultivation resources.
If the company couldn’t provide what he needed, he would leave without hesitation and look elsewhere.
Moreover…
He glanced at the agreement, which required a comprehensive physical examination and regular extraction of Mutated Tissue and blood. He was extremely wary and resistant to this.
The members of the mercenary team had been following him for a long time. Even though he didn’t say anything, they could tell from his expression what he was thinking.
One of them stepped forward, “Boss, you’re not interested, right, Boss?”
The puppet didn’t say a word, but his attitude spoke volumes.
Supervisor Xu saw his refusal but wasn’t angry. He smiled and said, “Mr. Bloodstaff, you can think about it. If you have any thoughts, I’m always here for you to talk to.
Now, let’s get back to the main topic. We have a commission that will be handled by multiple teams. The operation is scheduled for half a month from now. It might be a tight schedule, so I wonder if you’re willing to take it?”
The puppet remained silent, but a bald woman in a high-collar protective suit spoke up, “Give us the detailed information.”
Supervisor Xu appreciated her straightforward approach, focusing on the task itself without questioning the difficulty. He immediately had someone pass them part of the information.
The bald woman tapped her earlobe, and her eyes flickered with light. “Boss, I’ve received the information.”
The puppet stood up from his seat and walked out, with a group of people following him.
The Bloodstaff Mercenary Team had expanded recently, mainly due to their growing reputation. Their completion rate for commissions was over ninety percent. Even when they failed, it was often due to unforeseen circumstances, which was understandable.
Many people were drawn to the puppet because of his outstanding combat skills; he had never met his match. Some even said he would eventually become a fighter. Naturally, they wanted to join his team early to benefit from his strength.
After they left, Supervisor Xu’s smile gradually faded.
He was ordered to recruit Bloodstaff and try to cultivate him into the company’s fighter. This was a task he had to complete. If Bloodstaff had agreed to join them just now, it would have saved him a lot of trouble. If not, he would have to use a different plan…
After the puppet came out, he parted ways with his team members.
After each mission, the team leader always took some time to rest. He never interfered with what the team members did, which made him the ideal leader in their eyes. He was strong, could lead them to make money, and didn’t micromanage them.
So, even though he didn’t talk much, the team members admired and trusted him.
On his way back by car, the puppet’s face was expressionless, but his mind was thinking about how to obtain more nutrients.
His Mutated Tissue had grown significantly during this period, but it had now reached a plateau.
The reason was that to advance to the next stage, he needed more accumulation. To achieve this goal, he needed higher-quality nutrients. If the company couldn’t provide them, he would have to look elsewhere.
Half an hour later, he returned to his rented residence, a standalone house that had been renovated.
However, when he parked his car and opened the door, he found a tall, muscular man wearing sunglasses sitting in the living room. The man was over two meters tall, with a high nose and deep-set eyes. He was wearing a sleeveless vest, revealing his muscular arms.
He was sitting there, gnawing on a greasy roasted lamb leg. When he saw the puppet come in, he wiped his mouth and said, “You’re Bloodstaff. I’m a member of the Federation Secret Operations Bureau’s external team. I’ve been ordered to recruit you. The Bureau hopes you’ll join us.”
He pointed to a document on the table. “This is a contract. I hope you’ll sign it. I advise you not to refuse. You should know the Bureau’s influence in the Federation.”
The puppet didn’t react to the man entering his room uninvited. Instead, he walked to the opposite sofa, took out the nutrient paste he had brought back, and started eating it packet by packet.
The muscular man watched him with surprise, then laughed and continued gnawing on his lamb leg. Finally, he chewed and swallowed the bone, then took off his sunglasses and stared at the puppet, tapping the table with the frame.
Before long, the puppet had finished all the nutrient paste. The muscular man, who was growing impatient, said, “Done eating? You should have made up your mind by now. Sign it quickly.”
The puppet remained seated, his face expressionless.
Seeing no movement, the man grew angry. “Kid, it looks like you’re not getting the hint. Why can’t you people just listen?”
His fingers started cracking, and long, sharp nails extended from his fingertips. “Looks like I’ll have to do this myself! But I can’t guarantee I’ll hold back!” He bared his teeth, and his hand shot up!
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(End of Chapter)
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