When Maxwell heard this question, he looked into the woman's eyes and calmly asked, "Can you tell me what kind of education it is?"
After this question, the woman with the thin voice snapped her fingers once more, and with that, several people appeared in the white area. Immediately afterwards, the environment changed, revealing a rather regressive atmosphere filled with broken lights.
"Simple, you will kill these people so that you can survive in the future," said the woman with the thin voice, and then she disappeared.
With that, the people Maxwell had seen a moment ago vanished, but footsteps began to echo throughout the area.
Maxwell appeared to be in one of the flats of an apartment building, and these footsteps were rapidly ascending from the outer corridors and lower floors.
Even though Maxwell knew this wasn't real, that it was just training, he didn't know how he could do something like take a life.
Rather clumsily, he immediately ran to the kitchen of the flat and, finding a large chef's knife, hid it by the door.
He was breathing incredibly loudly.
The footsteps were getting closer every second. When they reached the corridor of the flat where Maxwell was, the footsteps suddenly stopped. More accurately, those making the footsteps tried to walk more quietly.
Maxwell realised there were only two of them; he had seen this through the peephole. He managed to gather a little courage.
He wasn't particularly muscular, but no one could say he was weak.
He had no combat training, which made him nervous, but he could do this. He had to do this. If he was going to another world and the only way to gain abilities was to spend the points he earned on the exam, then he had to do it.
When the muffled footsteps reached the door, Maxwell grabbed one of the light chairs next to him tightly and waited, holding the chef's knife in his left hand.
Just then, the door creaked open:
"CREEEEEAKK!!!"
The sound of the door echoed throughout the apartment and then faded away in the corridor.
At that moment, Maxwell swiftly swung the chair in his right hand and struck the first person to enter with all his might:
"AGKH!!"
A scream rose into the air, and Maxwell left the man writhing on the floor and jumped directly onto the other one.
The man had lost his knife before he could comprehend what was happening, and Maxwell stabbed him four times in the stomach with a single motion.
The man died there within seconds from pain and blood loss, while Maxwell turned to the other person, who had recovered and stabbed him several times as well.
At that moment, the chef's knife in Maxwell's hand fell to the floor.
Maxwell sat directly between the two lifeless bodies and, naturally, began to vomit. The young man vomited first a handful, then two handfuls, then three handfuls.
It had been very easy, too easy, unbelievably easy. Taking a life was too easy to achieve.
The pair trying to enter where Maxwell was were dressed like bandits. Literally like bandits. Tattered clothes, movements that clearly showed they didn't know how to fight, and a piece of wood in each hand.
Both of them were even worse off than Maxwell.
When the young man finished vomiting, the scene around him slowly began to change, and then he found himself back in the white room from before.
The woman with the thin voice looked at him carefully.
"You were better than I expected," she said.
Maxwell, without pausing for even a second, said, "Next training, please..."
With that, another test began.
Then another.
And then yet another.
After dozens of tests in quick succession, Maxwell had been killed terrifyingly in only three of them.
He had tasted the feeling of death before, but this... was different.
His legs being torn off, being crucified in the middle of the city, and finally, being forced to face so many people that he couldn't fight and being killed.
Each one was a terrible death, but in the end, Maxwell managed to complete each training session.
"With that, your final score is 3680. Would you like to use these points for selectable skills?" asked the woman with the thin voice.
Her eyes were practically shining; it was very clear that she hadn't expected Maxwell to do so well.
"Yes," replied Maxwell, and with that, he could see a catalogue of many skills before him.
He had purchased the skills "Intermediate Defence Arts", "Advanced Stamina Regeneration", and finally "Poison Resistance".
However, he had spent all his points. Still, Maxwell was happy. He didn't know exactly where he would end up, but he had thought that the training he had undergone could lead to situations where he would have to kill someone or run away.
The future would not exactly lead him down that path, but it couldn't really be said that it was wrong either.
"With that, everything has come to an end. I have done my part. It is your job now, Maxwell, to choose how you will live, to decide which paths you will take," the woman with the thin voice said suddenly.
Maxwell turned to the woman and, without hesitation, said, "Thank you."
It was quite possible to see the eyes behind the thin-voiced woman's mask widen.
"No one thanks someone who puts them in such a situation, young man..." said the thin-voiced woman, and then added with a smile, "I'll give you a gift too. When you wake up, don't forget to check everything."
"All right..." Maxwell replied.
"Well then, Maxwell Elwood, I wish you luck in your future world. You can check your abilities on your profile. I hope you survive, and who knows, maybe you'll be good enough to keep others alive."
After these words, Maxwell looked curiously at the thin-voiced woman's lips and then asked, "But madam, where am I going?"
The thin-voiced woman laughed at these words and then said, "Oh, you are going somewhere you know as well as you know your name, alright."
As the woman with the soft voice spoke these words, Maxwell suddenly realised his vision was beginning to darken. It was as if a curtain was descending over his eyes.
Before he could respond, he began to lose consciousness.