"Wait a minute, Brother Sword… I don't remember saying I wanted to join the PR department. What exactly is the PR department?" Liam said, subtly withdrawing his hand after trying to copy Jack's ability, which failed. What a waste of effort.
Jack, however, seemed oblivious to any sense of awkwardness and continued speaking as if nothing had happened.
"The PR department is great! Why wouldn't you join? I know you'll want to."
"To graduate from school, you need to accumulate 120 contribution credits. Apart from the tasks assigned by the school, there are only six clubs in the entire school that have the authority to distribute these credits."
"And our PR department is one of them!"
Sophia, standing nearby, clearly recognized Jack. She sighed, clearly resigned, and said, "Little Sword, aren't you not supposed to recruit yet? Isn't the official recruitment for all clubs scheduled for later?"
"Ah, senior, that's not how it works! There's a saying, 'A destined meeting, even a thousand miles apart.' If Liam wants to join our PR department, I have to give him a proper introduction."
Liam: ???
"Hey, hold on. When did I ever agree to join? Listen, buddy, you…" Liam started, but before he could finish, Jack swiftly stepped beside him, whispering in his ear.
"Let me tell you, of the six clubs, the other five are all hard labor—fighting nonstop, super dangerous, and you barely earn any credits for it. But our job is so laid back; we just meet people, maybe lie a bit, tell them these divine descents are just terrorist attacks, and that's it. Easy peasy."
"Sometimes, we don't even have to do anything, just show up, play games at the scene, and we get the credits. Occasionally, you might earn some extra cash from TV appearances or even get some gifts."
Jack gave a sly smile, raising his eyebrows suggestively, rubbing his fingers together in a money-counting gesture.
Liam: ...
"Brother Sword, nice to meet you! From today, I'm a member of the PR department!"
"That's the spirit! Now, take out your phone!"
"I'll get you set up with our internal app for the six major special clubs. If the school has any urgent needs or emergencies, they'll post them there. You take a job, you earn credits."
"Leave the fighting to them. We just grab the easy jobs. First come, first served!"
Liam listened and nodded in agreement.
The two of them laughed wickedly, like kindred spirits who had just met their match.
Sophia stood outside the door, facepalming, thinking, Great, how did he end up meeting Jack?
In reality, the PR department was essentially a place to slack off, a backdoor for students whose talents weren't top-notch or who weren't well-suited for combat. It was meant to allow them to earn credits through "administrative" work.
Typically, students were reluctant to join the PR department, seeing it as a weaker, less "manly" club. Jack, the head, was notorious for doing whatever it took to earn credits, often leaving members of other clubs fuming. Rumors circulated that he would take bribes and demand perks while on missions.
And now, the PR department had managed to recruit the strongest freshman in its history just like that.
And it seemed Liam and Jack were hitting it off rather well.
Sophia: ...
Creak.
Finally, the door opened, and a beautiful woman entered—it was Vice Dean Tang Jinyi. She looked around the room, smiling.
"So, you two are the ones here for the re-evaluation? Alright, follow me."
"Uh, Auntie Tang, maybe we can skip mine. I'm just a D-level superhuman, no need to test again, right?" Jack said, grinning as he sidled up.
Tang Jinyi gave him a gentle smile, her eyes soft, as she said, "No, we'll do it. Follow me."
Jack: ...
They arrived at an open area on the rooftop. Tang Jinyi began explaining.
"When testing new abilities, we simulate divine power to measure it."
"We'll start from F-level and gradually increase. You just need to keep your mind stable and resist the divine power's influence. This will help us determine your superhuman talent level."
"Are you ready, children?"
"Wait!" Jack interrupted.
Then he lay down on the ground, saying, "Alright, I think this position is more comfortable. Liam, you want to try it?"
Liam: ...
Tang Jinyi: ...
Ignoring Jack's antics, Tang Jinyi looked at Liam, confirming he was ready. Seeing Liam nod, she pressed a button, and the entire space on the rooftop began to distort.
Liam felt a slight dizziness, like something whispering in his mind, similar to when he used his ability to command the sounds of nature. But for now, it was bearable.
Jack, lying on the ground, suddenly spoke up, "Has it started, Auntie Tang?"
"Yes, it's started."
The moment he got the response, Jack's legs kicked out, his eyes rolled back, and his tongue lolled out as he convulsed like a salted fish in a frying pan, writhing on the ground.
The sight left Liam utterly stunned, watching Jack in disbelief, unsure of what was happening.
Is it really that intense?
What kind of act is this? Is he serious?
Looking up at Sophia and Tang Jinyi, both seemed unfazed, as if they had seen this many times before, ignoring Jack entirely.
Does this guy have no dignity?
Seeing Jack flopping around like he was on the verge of death, Liam couldn't help but ask, "Um... Vice Dean, shouldn't we help him? He looks like he's really not okay."
Tang Jinyi smiled and shook her head, intentionally raising her voice, "No need, don't worry about him."
"This test starts slow, gradually increasing in intensity. It might take a while."
Hearing this, Liam had no choice but to remain silent, looking at Jack with pity.
I hope this guy... will be alright.
But as time went on, Liam noticed something wasn't right.
After five minutes, Jack was still convulsing with no signs of stopping.
After ten minutes, Jack was still writhing.
After fifteen minutes…
The entire rooftop was nearly spotless from Jack's thrashing, yet he hadn't even broken a sweat!
The whispers in Liam's mind had grown louder and louder, but Jack had been writhing in place since F-level and was now at B-level!
And he was still convulsing at a steady, constant rate!