The next day, Fang Heng and the others received new identification cards. Using the IDs, they bought tickets and took the suspended train into the central district of the Seven Realms Martial Capital.
The city center was brilliantly lit, with towering skyscrapers, and the slums felt like a completely different world.
"The Noel Clan recruitnt happens at the beginning of each month, which happens to be tomorrow."
One of Klaus’s subordinates had gone to the front desk of the Noel Clan building to inquire and returned excitedly to report the situation.
"Good, we’ll stay here for a day and gather tomorrow."
The Noel Clan had a fairly good reputation among the seven overlords, considered a relatively neutral race. Their overall strength was average among the seven domains, and they usually showed little desire for attention, giving off an impression of being good-natured.
Klaus and his group were here specifically to join the Noel Clan.
"Fang Heng, what about you? Are you coming back with us?"
"No, I want to explore around."
"Alright."
Fang Heng was in a good mood and began to leisurely roam the Seven Realms Martial Capital.
Having been involved in intense conflicts recently, he rarely had the chance to casually stroll the streets.
The bustling city streets were lined mostly with shops recycling and selling second-hand equipnt and weapons, private training institutes, and various security companies.
One building caught Fang Heng’s attention.
The New Universe High-Tier Professional Skills Training Center.
"High-tier..."
Just how high-tier was that?
Fang Heng murmured to himself as he entered the training center building.
At the front desk, a female employee from the Dikoni Clan, dressed in a low-collar fitted skirt and shirt, imdiately stood up and politely asked, "Sir, how may I assist you?"
"Just looking around."
"All right, you can use the nearby self-service panel for inquiries, and feel free to ask if you have questions."
The Dikoni woman was very charming and was considered blessed by the goddess of beauty by most races.
She spoke with a professional smile, but Fang Heng sensed no trace of lifeblood fluctuations within her.
Listening carefully, he could even hear the clicking sound of chanical gears inside her.
She was a chanical creature.
Fang Heng felt no interest and stepped aside to use the control panel to search.
"Eh?"
Sothing caught Fang Heng’s attention. When he opened the panel and searched, his personal ID information imdiately appeared.
According to the data, he ca from the slums, had no social security contributions, was 22 years old, had foundational academic knowledge, and the strength rating field was completely blank.
Old Li’s identity card was very well made.
Fang Heng silently praised himself and rechecked the panel.
In the Seven Realms Martial Capital, the strength rating was evaluated according to an academic disciplinary professional system jointly established by the city.
This system was considered universal across the universe.
Fang Heng examined it carefully.
Coincidentally, the universe’s strength rating system was very similar to that of gas.
Foundation, elentary, mid-tier, high-tier, master, grandmaster, transcendent, and finally demigod levels.
The difference was that each level had upper, middle, and lower sub-levels, unlike gas where levels were shown directly.
Fang Heng nodded thoughtfully.
Professional ratings required taking paid exams at various rating locations in the Seven Realms Martial Capital.
Many jobs required corresponding rating qualifications.
It was quite professional.
There was also training.
The city offered free foundation-level training and free academic talent testing that anyone could register for at any ti.
As for further academic learning beyond the foundation level, one had to pay to enroll.
The prices were astonishing.
Extrely expensive.
Grandmaster advancent training courses, lasting 30 minutes per lesson, cost about as much as filling an entire warehouse of ordinary ore on a ship.
Moreover, starting from the grandmaster level, courses were arranged one-on-one and required a reservation.
Even if you had the money, you might not be able to find a tutor.
Fang Heng sighed in his heart.
Knowledge truly was priceless.
He wondered if he qualified to be a tutor in necromancy.
Curious, he quickly checked.
Hmm?
Fang Heng soon discovered an anomaly.
Most academic disciplines had corresponding fields in the Seven Realms Martial Capital world, but necromancy, sacred study, and hell studies were absent.
"Strange..."
"Sir, do you need to register for a course? We have a new store opening with promotional discounts. We also cooperate with the Evil Clan, backed by a powerful teaching team to et any of your needs..."
"No, thank you."
The currency in the Seven Realms Martial Capital was universal coins, and he currently had no coins.
...
The next day.
Noel Clan.
The Soul Hall on the first floor of the building was packed with warriors coming to register.
The Noel Clan’s appearance was very similar to humans but they were not part of the pan-human race.
Their biggest difference was in skin structure, which had evolved to possess strong abilities allowing them to absorb free energy from their surroundings to replenish themselves.
When extrely excited, their skin could even change color.
An elder of the Noel Clan stood at the front of the platform. Though aged in appearance, his muscles were very strong.
The elder spoke calmly, "The assessnt is divided into two groups."
"Those under 30 years old can be considered talent reserves for the Noel Clan and receive years of training within the clan. This assessnt mainly tests personal potential."
Since various races generally had long lifespans, with talent blessings, even starting academic studies at age 50 was still possible, though successful cases were rare.
Klaus and his group of young people listened eagerly.
In their world, they were regarded as having exceptional talent, and to pursue their dreams, they had risked everything to illegally cross into the Seven Realms Martial Capital for a future.
They represented a new prosperity for their entire race.
If successful, their whole star system would benefit.
"If you pass the assessnt, you will receive strict training within the Noel Clan for three years. After training, if you pass the exam, you will join the Martial Hall as a mber of the Noel Clan. I require your absolute loyalty to the Noel Clan. If you cannot comply, please leave."
The elder’s sharp gaze swept over the crowd as he loudly declared, "Those still willing to be assessed, please enter through this passage."
"Brother Fang Heng, we’re heading in now. Good luck."
The young warriors nodded and greeted Fang Heng before rushing to participate in the assessnt.
After a short while, about two-thirds of the people in the hall left, leaving only those confident in their strength.
They were not trained by the Noel Clan Martial Hall, but all ca from wild, unorthodox backgrounds.
"Next are the Noel Clan’s external recruits. I don’t require your loyalty to ; it’s rely a matter of mutual benefit. But if you take the benefits and betray the Noel Clan, we will make you pay."
The Noel Clan patriarch’s tone grew serious. "You may have heard so rumors about the Noel Clan recently. Various races have been recruiting warriors externally and offering generous conditions. Many forr Noel Clan warriors have chosen to cooperate with other races."
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