I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

"It seems that you and your schoolmates get along very well? Have I disturbed you? Mr. Ful?"

"Mr. Gerald, please stop teasing me."

Fu'er shook his head and said with a wry smile.

The man walked in, took off his hat, and sat down at the bar with ease.

"Is there anything new? I seem to smell a nice floral fragrance."

"This is the scent of osmanthus. It's made in my hometown in China. Do you want to try it?"

"Then have a drink, please."

Gerald said with a smile, and also said hello to the slate man.

"Hello, Slate Man, how are you doing?"

"Hey, I was seen by others just now. Fu'er punished me not to play games today."

"Tsk tsk tsk, how miserable."

"He asked for it. I can only say that fortunately this is the area of ​​Prometheus University, and the confidentiality agreement can be relaxed a little. Otherwise, I don't know how to clean up your mess."

Fu'er said as he handed the prepared milk tea to Jerad.

"So what's going on? I just felt the distortion value of the contained object change from afar."

"It's a long story—"

Fu'er told what happened just now as simply as possible.

"Is that so, so this box contains the items you are going to hand over to me this time?"

"Well, please excuse me."

"No trouble, no trouble, isn't that what my job is."

Gerald waved his hand and said.

"Besides, I'm a C-level [Hero], and I can't go on the battlefield. Wouldn't it be nice to shine in a place like this~"

He took a sip of milk tea, seemed very satisfied with the fragrant smell, and said with a smile.

Fu'er looked at the other party's heartless but complacent appearance again, and couldn't help but laugh.

Gerald Parklim, as he said, is a C-class [Hero]. The ability is to greatly reduce the presence of oneself and the designated target.

He has no fighting ability, and he has no fighting talent, but he still found a suitable position in the shelter based on this ability.

Making good use of this ability can greatly ease the difficulty of containing some troublesome objects. And it just so happens that this border can be regarded as the hardest hit area for contained objects.

Not even two months after Fu Er arrived here, he was deceived by the principal and the shelter into becoming a long-term labor force.

But I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it.

After all, there's no better way to apply what you've learned here than through practice.

Over time, with the mutual cooperation in work, Fule became familiar with Gerald's containment operator.

However, as he became deeply involved in their work, Fu'er truly understood what the standard of a hero was under normal circumstances.

There are currently only tens of thousands of registered heroes in the world, and most of them are combat-based. After all, the prerequisite for most people to awaken is to be able to overcome the disaster they are facing at that time. Without a certain degree of combat effectiveness, it is impossible to talk about it.

What's more, when faced with most unreasonable situations and unbearable pain, it is human instinct to fight and resist.

Among these [-] heroes, nearly half are rated below C level, and those who can reach B level are considered to have unique abilities or talents.

As for S-level and above, it can be said that there is no one in a hundred.

Compared with the previous level, the SS level is actually better. It would be better to say that S-level is the watershed. As long as one does not suffer too serious a blow or setback, reaching SS-level will not be too far away.

As for those who want to be famous, they are really rare.

According to Fu Er, there are only dozens of name attackers in the world.

And in such a short period of time, I have already met two name attackers and four S-class ones.

I don’t know if I am lucky or if I am unlucky.

"Then I will accept this contained object. The relevant material rewards and credit rewards from the school will still be submitted for you as usual. Oh, it is really convenient to have an experienced investigator like you to help. I feel like my performance is constantly rising even if I don’t do anything. Otherwise, I’ll give you part of my year-end bonus.”

Gerald picked up the container and said a little embarrassedly.

"That's not necessary. Mr. Gerrard, why don't you bring me more things. After all, my monthly logistics ration as a student is not enough to support the operation of this store."

"Hahaha, that's easy to say. But although you are still a sophomore in name, you actually have enough credits to graduate. Not counting professional courses, just the various contained objects you have collected and processed in the past year or so. There have been seven or eight disasters, and the credits added are more than what an average person would get from three years of normal study."

"That's not possible. The principal told me that there will be scholarships for every year I study. Wouldn't it be a loss if I graduate early? And I'm not here just for graduation."

Fu Er shrugged his shoulders and said.

"That's true, you are a special admissions student. There have only been three [Heroes] studying in this school in its history."

"Were there any before me? What were they called?"

"I'm not sure about this. If you're curious, just investigate it yourself. Anyway, your investigative ability should be better than mine."

After drinking the last sip of the sweet-scented osmanthus milk tea, Gerald placed his palm on the containment box with slight force, and a strange wave spread out, covering the box.

It's like a layer of optical camouflage has been laid on it, making it difficult to focus on the originally conspicuous container.

"Then I'll leave first. I'll bring you some good materials when I come next time. Oh, by the way! I almost forgot about this!"

Jerad, who had already reached the door, turned around and came back, taking out a document from his inner bag.

"This is?"

"The things the Administration entrusted me to bring to you seem to have been sent to you by one of your friends. There are restrictions on access rights, and I don't know what they are. Anyway, I delivered the things."

After placing the document in front of Ful, Gerald straightened his collar, said goodbye again and left the shop.

Fu'er was left looking at the document bag in front of him in confusion.

"What is it...mysterious..."

Fu'er scratched his head, opened the document bag, and took out the contents.

It's another document bag.

Then inside, there is another layer of document bags.

"……………………"

Matryoshka, right?

After demolishing seven or eight floors, we finally reached the end.

Inside is a stack of documents, but the top is blank.

"What the hell? Wrong mail? Slate Man, do you see any writing on it?"

"No."

Because he couldn't play games, the slate man lay languidly on the side of the bar, raised his head and glanced at the pile of white paper in Fu'er's hand, and said weakly.

"Crash-"

Fu'er tried shaking it twice, but finally a single small card fell out from it.

There are several large characters written on it.

"Here? Want a part-time job?"

"…………"

This familiar font, as well as the strong wooden seal of the slutty guy at the end, among the people Fu Er knew, he was the only one who met the conditions.

Without hesitation, he took out his mobile phone, opened the administration's internal communication software, found the other party's profile picture, clicked on it, and sent a character.

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