2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Oh?" Yan Muyun raised his head, and his originally gloomy eyes instantly regained their brightness.

Is this guy really 52 years old and not 12?

Russell silently complained in his heart, and then explained: "The cost of testing abilities above B level is too high, and ordinary professions usually don't need powers at all, so there is no need for us to test the limits of each awakened person."

"The main function of the Superpower Registry is 'registration', not 'rating'. In other words, we only need to record and classify the superpower information of all awakened people."

Yan Muyun nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Then how can I get a higher rating?"

"Uncle, did you come from time travel?" Russell complained.

In a sense, it was true. Yan Muyun blinked.

"To get a rating, you need to engage in a profession related to superpowers, such as joining a superpower registry or a special service bureau. After all, only by joining these places can your superpowers be truly useful."

"In addition to this, some private security companies will also provide entry ratings, but these types of tests are usually not officially recognized."

Russell is much more patient than he seems. When faced with questions that can be answered by just searching on the Internet, he can actually explain them in detail word for word.

"Sister Luo, what level are you at?" Yan Muyun asked subconsciously.

Russell was stunned for a moment and stopped chewing gum. After a while, he came back to his senses and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, no, please don't call me sister. I'm only 27 this year."

Yan Muyun pondered for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "Big sister?"

Russell: "..."

"Forget it, I won't argue with you." She curled her lips and blew, and the red hair on her forehead floated:

"My overall rating is only C grade."

"You are only C-level?" Yan Muyun was a little shocked. He had thought that the other party was at least B-level.

"What do you mean by 'only'? C-level is also very powerful! I'm already one of the best evaluators in the superpower registry!" Russell raised his eyebrows, feeling offended.

She jumped off the table, put her hands behind her back, and sighed in a mature manner: "I remember that when I was registering, I was also rated as 'C+'. Later, because I joined the Superpower Registration Office, I underwent a more comprehensive examination. After the review, it was downgraded to C grade."

"Why?" Yan Muyun asked cooperatively.

Russell smiled self-deprecatingly and reached out to touch the holster on his leg: "Professional evaluation is different from registration. What it tries to explore is the limits of your abilities in all aspects. Such as duration, range, intensity, activation conditions, etc. "

"What I just fired was a fragmentation grenade. In terms of range and destructive power, it is actually considered Class B. But as long as I launch three such attacks, I will be extremely tired and may faint at any time. So in comprehensive After considering it, I only have C level."

As he spoke, Russell sighed again, as if he was a little envious: "A true B-level can use attacks of this level easily, and it will basically not cause too much burden on itself."

Yan Muyun saw her looking lonely and wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say.

"Oh, by the way! I remembered something." Russell's expression suddenly returned to normal and he raised a finger.

She turned to face Yan Muyun and snapped her fingers: "Every C+ level awakened person is a target that the Superpower Registration Bureau, the Special Branch Bureau, and the private security company want to fight for. Uncle, if you treat yourself If you are not satisfied with your current job, you may have the opportunity to find something more exciting in two days."

Yan Muyun touched his chin: "I want to go to the Special Branch."

"I just said it casually, don't really think about it." Russell was a bit dumbfounded:

"And why do you want to go to the Special Branch Bureau? Let me explain in advance, I respect the commissioners of the Special Branch Bureau very much. But they need to fight against alien species every day, which is too dangerous. Come to our superpower registration center, there is no danger, and the treatment is also good. Gao, isn’t this better?”

Yan Muyun gave her a deep look: "As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"Pfft." Russell covered his mouth with the back of his hand, but still laughed: "I can't tell that you have a sense of social responsibility, uncle. I seem to be a little moved."

Yan Muyun shrank his neck: "We are not the right age."

I am a young man who is only in his early twenties. In a few years, you will be a third-year student.

However, Russell naturally understood another meaning: "Although you look young, you are more than enough to be my father at your age."

While the two were talking, all the information for this test had been entered, and now only the last blank space was left on the form on the screen.

Yang Mingming raised his head, looked directly into Yan Muyun's eyes, and said, "Excuse me, what do you plan to call your superpower?"

...

The door of the testing hall opened, and Yan Muyun came out and patted Yan Long, who was sitting on the chair, on the shoulder:

"Let's go?"

"Walk."

The two left the superpower registration office and came to the road outside.

"By the way, I've always been curious about how you made the call before and how you informed the people in that neighborhood to evacuate." Yan Muyun crossed his arms with a curious expression on his face.

Yan Taki raised his left hand to show him. Under the skin on the back of his hand, there was an almost undetectable triangular bulge.

"This is an implantable chip, combined with a hidden headset and a 'smart pupil', which can basically meet all the functions of old-era smartphones."

Only then did Yan Muyun notice that there was a small flesh-colored headset in the other person's right ear. It was impossible to detect it without looking carefully.

"Oh." He exclaimed in surprise, and then asked: "What is 'Zhitong'?"

Yan Taki raised his head slightly and thought for a while: "It looks similar to contact lenses, but it is completely transparent and functions as a display screen."

Yan Muyun leaned a little closer and looked carefully from the side. He saw that the surface of the other person's eyes were covered with a thin layer of transparent crystal film.

"Awesome." He sighed sincerely.

"I'll take a taxi first." Yan Long stroked the back of his left hand and said softly: "Twelve, call a taxi for me. The destination is Ninghai Community."

"How much does such a set of equipment cost? It must be very expensive." Yan Muyun asked with interest.

"It's quite expensive, around 100,000 yuan. This is the latest smart device on the market. It was a coming-of-age gift from my dad." Yanlong said calmly.

Yan Muyun blinked: "Looking at your expression, it seems you are still not satisfied?"

Yanlong didn't answer, and looked calmly at the cars coming and going on the road.

Feeling that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Yan Muyun changed the subject wisely: "How about you guess my power evaluation level?"

"C+."

"It's true." Yan Muyun chuckled and continued to find something to say: "Guess what the name of my superpower is?"

"How do you guess this?"

"Hint, guess based on color and appearance."

Yan Taki was silent for a moment and said, "White wall?"

"Like your father, you don't have any artistic talent at all." Yan Muyun raised his head and sighed.

"So what's it called?"

"Silver Guard."

"Good."

A black car stopped in front of the two people, and the door opened automatically.

When Yan Muyun was bending down to get into the car, he heard a vague sigh from behind.

"Why do some parents always think that money can make up for companionship?"