When you think about it, it�s a really strange evaluation method.�This is because, in terms of firepower alone, wizards are much more advantageous than swordsmen.

However, that did not mean that the swordsman was weaker than the wizard.�Even if the wizard could break rocks and split the ground, the swordsmen were specialized in biological combat who could cut the wizard with a single knife.

In addition, measuring the power of magic was also a problem.�If Amy, who specializes in ranged magic, had tried sniper mode, her score would have been much higher.�However, this place did not consider such a variable.

A narrow octagonal altar that could not exert any special means, and eight spheres.

�Why eight?�Just to balance out the look?�But in reality, we only had one sphere as a group of eight, didn�t we?�

Strangest of all was the language of God.�The space-time of the maze measures the amount of impact and expresses the value as a number.

why the hell�What does that mean?

If it is to discriminate those who go to Kergo, isn�t it enough to simply indicate pass and fail?

Depending on the long term of the major, the deviation of scores becomes enormous.�In such a state, everyone must be evaluated.

The emotion that arose there was one.

�Obsessed with scores.�He becomes anxious when his peers score higher than him.�If you get a lower score than yourself, you will be ignored.�If there is no perfect understanding of each other�s roles, discord will inevitably arise.�And what awaits at the end of that rule����.�

You can send 1 person through the sacrifice of 1 person.

Sirone took a deep breath.�What the hell is Miro thinking?�This was an evaluation made to kill each other.

�Sirone, let�s just leave when that person is finished.�

Amy whispered.�She must have thought the same thing, but her eyes showed tension.

Ryan and Tess were also making serious faces as if something was wrong.�

Since they emphasized camaraderie, it was natural to be sensitive to this atmosphere, and since the evaluation was clearly unfavorable to the prosecutor, it would have been quicker to grasp the intention of the rule.

As expected, the leader did not know what to do.�He felt that the gaze of his mercenary colleagues was different from before.

�Whoa, whoa, whoaaaaa!�

The leader ran without even a chance to catch his breath.�He�s charging, but in Sirone�s eyes, it�s as if he�s running away from something.

Is the schema opened properly?�Where is the location of the sword?�What is the distance to the target.�As he ran without knowing anything, his steps staggered.

I breathed in a short breath and swung the sword as if falling down, and the sword with poor accuracy hit the side of the sphere and bounced off.

�Kuh!�shit!�

The leader, who was trying to get out of the altar through the time-space of the maze, hurriedly regained his balance and looked back.

The number 32 floated.

But no one laughed.�Their faces hardened as if they had been terribly humiliated.

�What, what�s up!�You can�t even get through!�Is it because you did it?�Let�s get out!�

The leader left the altar with useless brute force.�However, his feet were heading away from his comrades.

�That party is over.�If I leave here, it will probably disintegrate.�

Sirone thought it was time to stop at this point.�It�s a pity that he can�t take on the challenge again, but he couldn�t add anything more by taking out the mercenaries whose trust was broken. JrNovels.com