My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 202

Before the giant screen, there was a deathly silence. The sounds of Qing Cang and Ni Chuan arguing about the danger of the Power of the Strange Gods had not yet dissipated, but Su Chen just stood up.

Qing Cang’s expression was sluggish for a moment, clearly surprised by this, and he couldn’t help but murmur to himself, “At this age, is it really possible for someone to resist the erosion of the Power of the Strange Gods directly?”

Resisting the erosion of the Power of the Strange Gods is not an overly bizarre thing.

The Power of the Strange Gods also has different levels; for example, low-level Power of the Strange Gods could never erode him.

But the situation Su Chen faced was completely different. He himself was only a Four-tier Professional, yet he faced mid-level Power of the Strange Gods and managed to resist it directly in such a short time.

Such a record would be extremely difficult to find even across the entire Dust Star Sea.

“Resisted?” Ni Chuan’s face turned cold. He looked at Su Chen’s still somewhat dazed figure on the giant screen, then at his own son still rolling on the ground. He said indifferently, “In such a short time, how could it be resisting? He was probably eroded by the Power of the Strange Gods.”

“Eroded?” Qing Cang’s eyes flickered, and he chuckled softly, “You must have seen the scene of someone being successfully eroded by the Power of the Strange Gods, Your Excellency. To still say such words is truly beneath your status.”

“Furthermore, with Venerable Chi Yang and Master present, what kind of cultist could escape the eyes of these two?”

Ni Chuan snorted but didn’t retort. His expression flickered as he stared at Su Chen on the giant screen. He hadn’t paid attention to this person before, but now it seemed that being noticed by Qing Cang was indeed unusual.

To directly resist the erosion of the Power of the Strange Gods, his mental fortitude was extraordinary.

Such a person would climb towards their goals at all costs.

“Although his talent is far from top-tier, reaching two Seventh-tier is not a problem, and two Eight-tier is also possible, or he could become a future threat—” He couldn’t help but calculate. Every powerful life form added to the sects was a threat to the Royal Court.

What a godsend opportunity—amidst the low chatter of the people behind him, only Xia Hanshi remained indifferent.

Listening to the bewildered conjectures and even horrified exclamations of Chong Jingtian and others, his heart was calm.

He had personally witnessed Su Chen completely siphoning off all the Power of the Strange Gods in an entire training ground.

Su Chen must have used that prophetic ability to consume the Power of the Strange Gods. Xia Hanshi’s gaze flickered towards the Bronze Ancient King on the cauldron.

In the cauldron, a hint of astonishment also flashed across Chi Yang’s eyes. Looking at Su Chen, who was shakily getting up, his spiritual projection seemed to be faintly dissipating, as if it had crashed.

His rules did not include measures to deal with this situation.

His main body hadn’t expected someone at this power level to be able to resist the erosion of the Power of the Strange Gods.

Not only that, but he was also a life form born on the Scarlet Thunder Star.

“The mother star can still produce such a talent. Such firm willpower is truly rare. Although his talent is a bit lacking and he cannot become the Chosen One, with my senior brother here, perhaps his future path will be easier,” Chi Yang thought to himself.

“Why isn’t this guy speaking…” Su Chen rubbed his temples, feeling something wasn’t right. He had been too fierce in his performance.

He was already more than one step behind in talent, but in terms of mental fortitude, he intended to astonish everyone. However, it seemed he had astonished them a bit too much.

He had been rubbing his head for a while, and seeing that the spiritual afterimage still didn’t speak, he was about to say something when he heard a wail from beside him.

“No, don’t…”

It was Ming Lin. Although his eyes were tightly shut, tears still flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, and he rolled around on the ground.

Su Chen’s eyebrows twitched, and Chi Yang had already raised his hand. From the metal ground around him, a cluster of scarlet flames spontaneously surged and enveloped Ming Lin, burning fiercely without wind and intensifying.

Immediately after, Ming Lin’s cries grew louder. His limbs splayed out, his chest arched upwards, and veins bulged at his neck.

Streaks of black smoke emerged from his seven orifices, burning into nothingness in the scarlet flames. The faint, eerie wails also disappeared.

“This Power of the Strange Gods can be forced out?” Su Chen watched from the side, surprised. There was no such method on Scarlet Thunder Star.

After the power of the Strange Gods was forced out, Ming Lin gradually regained consciousness. Lying on his back, after a brief moment of disorientation, he recalled where he was, feeling a dry throat and a back covered in cold sweat.

“I didn’t turn into a cultist of the Strange Gods?” The first thing he did upon waking was to curse all the Strange Gods he knew in his heart.

He felt no resistance, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

“Four-tier Professional, endured for less than three minutes. A pity, just barely missed it.” Chi Yang finally spoke, “But it’s still good, worthy of commendation.”

Hearing the voice, Ming Lin turned his head, his gaze first falling on Su Chen.

“Su Chen woke up earlier than me?” Ming Lin was surprised. Before he could think further, he heard a clang as something fell in front of him.

It was a scarlet metal staff, with golden patterns carved at both ends.

“There’s also a reward…” Su Chen muttered to himself.

Ming Lin crawled up from the ground, picking up the metal staff. It was quite heavy.

It wasn’t a Tier 4 weapon, likely a Tier 5. Weapons of this level, even in Ying Feng, required advance orders, considerable expense, and a long wait to be forged.

Although he endured a period of torment, it wasn’t for nothing.

“But you cannot participate in the next assessment,” Chi Yang added.

Ming Lin was not surprised. He helplessly glanced at Su Chen and said, “Just send us out.”

“You all?” Chi Yang frowned slightly, shaking his head. “Currently, only you are eliminated.”

“Only me?” Ming Lin was confused, instinctively looking at Su Chen.

“He endured it, unlike you who couldn’t hold on,” Chi Yang said bluntly.

“End… endured it?” Ming Lin stopped, incredulous, recalling all the illusions he had experienced.

The erosion by the Power of the Strange Gods was not a head-on confrontation. Due to the peculiar nature of the cultist profession, its essence was to entice the target to fulfill the requirements of the cultist profession, thereby becoming employed.

At the same time, it would also exert influence, eliminating any aversion to the Demonic God.

He remembered it very clearly: the illusions extended from his own safety to his family and friends. At first, he could barely withstand it.

But the threat to life was just the simplest environment. There were also various scenarios that tested one’s mental fortitude, which were simply perverse. Even though a subtle unease was reminding him, he almost agreed to Hei Tuo.

For someone to endure such perverse torment, how tough is Su Chen’s mind?

Until Chi Yang raised his hand and Ming Lin’s figure disappeared, he seemed unable to react.

“Ugh…” After dealing with the first eliminated contestant, he finally turned his gaze to Su Chen.

“You’ve survived the erosion of the Power of the Strange Gods, but the screening rules left by the main body do not explicitly address your performance.”

Su Chen’s heart tightened slightly. Indeed, he had performed too outstandingly. He should have endured a bit longer.

“In that case, you don’t need to participate in the next assessment,” Chi Yang said. “Consider it standing out.”

No need to participate in the next assessment?

Su Chen secretly wondered, looking at Chi Yang. Why didn’t the most talented person just now get such treatment?

He suddenly had a guess: this must be special treatment, right?

Because there were no regulations for his specific situation, how to handle it depended entirely on this spiritual fragment’s thoughts, which was why he was allowed to skip directly?

“Is it because I’m a native resident of Scarlet Thunder Star?” Su Chen couldn’t help but wonder.

“Go wait on the cauldron first,” Chi Yang didn’t let him waste time here, but prepared to send him before the Bronze Ancient King.

As expected, it was preferential treatment… Su Chen muttered to himself. Sending him up there, he could at least chat more with the Ancient King and build some connections.

Chi Yang waved his hand, and Su Chen, like Ming Lin, disappeared from here.

Almost simultaneously, Lan Hao, lying on the ground, let out a wail. Chi Yang followed suit, forcing the Power of the Strange Gods out of his body.

“Five-tier Professional, eliminated, did not last ten minutes,” Chi Yang’s voice sounded much colder, and he didn’t mention any rewards.

Eliminated… Lan Hao confirmed that he hadn’t become a cultist of the Strange Gods and let out a long breath.

Hearing Chi Yang’s words, his gaze swept over Ni Bin, Wan Chen, and Lin Yue, who were still lying on the ground.

Seeing that they lasted longer than himself, Lan Hao couldn’t help but snort, but then realized that Su Chen and that guy named Ming-something were already gone, which made him feel much better.

As long as he wasn’t the first one out.

At the same time, Su Chen floated gracefully onto the cauldron. Ten thousand meters above, fierce winds had already condensed into elemental blades capable of slicing first and second-tier professionals into minced meat.

However, everything was now blocked by an invisible force outside the cauldron, making it calm and serene inside.

His gaze immediately fell on the Bronze Figurine not far away.

“Ancient King…” Su Chen respectfully called out, but his heart couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. This person was probably the strongest he had access to now, and for a long time to come.

He had many secrets, and he wondered if the other party could see through anything.

“Hmm.” The Bronze Ancient King’s eyes swept over, and Su Chen only felt his body sink, his scalp tingling. He felt as if his entire being had been peeled open and exposed, as if everything inside and out had been seen through.

“The spiritual core is pure and flawless, without the aura of the Demonic God. It truly relied on an incomparably firm will to withstand the erosion. Such mental fortitude is truly rare.”

He couldn’t help but feel a little surprised. Those with superior talent are common, but those with iron-like mental fortitude are not common.

“His foundation is excellent, and his physical strength is not low. Just from what’s on the surface, there are traces of no less than three special professions.” With just a glance, he could discern a lot of information: “Although his talent is slightly inferior, the positions for the Morning Star tier are limited. He can’t be the Chosen One, so even higher talent would be useless. It just so happens that this kid Qing Cang stumbled upon him!”

After a brief calculation, he discovered that Su Chen’s employment time was a bit problematic, extraordinarily fast, but he didn’t pay too much attention to it; everyone has secrets.

Then, thinking of Qing Cang’s evaluation of him, this young man in front of him would almost certainly become his grand-disciple, and he was specifically sent by his junior brother’s spiritual fragment.

The Bronze Ancient King’s attitude was quite gentle, “No need to be nervous… Hmm?”

No sooner had the words fallen than the Bronze Ancient King turned his head slightly, and saw that the spirituality of the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder, which had been confined by him, suddenly trembled uncontrollably. Red Mist surged, and electric arcs shot out, as if it wanted to break free from its restraints. “How can this be?” The Bronze Ancient King’s metal brow furrowed slightly. He knew that spirituality disliked confinement, but it had only been a moment, not enough to cause such strong emotions.

This spirituality still remembers me? Su Chen’s heart stirred slightly.

“Chime…”

The slab-like form, originally shrouded in red mist, trembled for a moment before re-condensing into a Dragon of Spirituality. Its dragon head shook, and its pair of dragon eyes stared intently at Su Chen, appearing both excited and anxious.

“This spirituality seems to be because of…” The Bronze Ancient King looked at the direction the dragon head was facing, his gaze falling on Su Chen, subtly astonished, a thought flashed through his mind.

“Since that’s the case, let’s see what it wants to do.”

Immediately, the invisible force shrouding the spirituality suddenly released. The freed Dragon of Spirituality let out a high-pitched cry, its body abruptly expanding, growing with the wind, transforming into a ten-zhang, then a hundred-zhang creature coiling on the cauldron.

The dragon head lowered its gaze, staring intensely at Su Chen, as if confirming something.

And in the very next moment, its massive body defiantly charged down, scarlet fire and thunder light rushing towards him like a collapsing sky.

His hair blew back, Su Chen’s eyes narrowed, and his breathing involuntarily hitched, but he instinctively spread his arms.

I’m definitely in!

In front of the cauldron, Lan Hao had already escaped from it. An invisible force sent him to the spot where he had entered the cauldron. He looked around, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on the giant screen.

Ni Bin’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but Qing Cang’s face showed joy.

“It’s that Ming Lin…” He glanced at Ming Lin, who was standing to the side, still somewhat dazed, then looked around. “Where’s Su Chen?”

He frowned slightly, failing to find Su Chen, who should have come out by now. He knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t be so defeated as to flee in shame.

“I told you, this spiritual fragment definitely has favoritism. This Ming-something, Ming Lin, lasted for a while and even got a reward, but this Lan Hao got nothing.” Ni Bin’s expression was stiff, staring at Qing Cang. The two seemed to have argued a few times already.

“Don’t pretend to be ignorant when you know the truth. Ming Lin is a Four-tier Professional, and the standards are clearly different from Lan Hao’s,” Qing Cang sneered, and then comforted Lan Hao.

Lan Hao, however, was confused. A reward? What reward?

“Who’s pretending to be ignorant?” Ni Bin’s face was chilling. “My son’s talent far surpasses others, so why wasn’t he able to skip this damned assessment? Instead, this Su Chen, with mere Dual Ink Emerald Talent, could skip directly and wait on the cauldron.”

“And you still say there’s no favoritism?”

“Heh…” Qing Cang scoffed, “People with Dual Mysterious Purple talent are everywhere, but those who can withstand the erosion of the Power of the Strange Gods are few and far between, especially when Su Chen is only a Four-tier Professional.”

“What, are you worried your son can’t compare to Su Chen?”

Resist… resist the erosion of the Power of the Strange Gods? Lan Hao was utterly stunned. He finally sorted out his thoughts. It turned out that Su Chen hadn’t been eliminated; instead, he had been directly sent to the cauldron because of his exceptional performance.

His eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Everything he had just experienced in the illusion resurfaced before his eyes. For some reason, he now felt a hint of awe towards Su Chen.

Could a human really withstand that?