The tension in the training ground reached a boiling point as rejected applicants voiced their frustrations.
"This is outrageous! Not even looking at résumés is one thing, but you don't even ask us a single question before deciding who stays and who goes!"
"Exactly! We meet the requirements. At least give us an explanation!"
Meanwhile, those on the right side—the ones who had passed—stood smugly, their confidence evident in their expressions.
Lyra remained unfazed, her gaze sharp as she singled out a young man from the right side.
The man hesitated but quickly stepped forward. Awkwardly, he saluted her. "Ma'am."
Lyra's voice was calm but commanding as she rattled off his data:
"He possesses a level-3 superpower to control flames. Superpower rating: 3,560. Psychokinesis: 3,209 units. Age: 49."
The young man's jaw dropped.
She had read his exact stats with complete accuracy—numbers identical to those he had received during his test just the day before.
