Holding his candidate number plate, Charles walked through several electronic gates surrounding the great hall, curiously observing these unusual devices.
The process seemed incredibly intricate, yet these devices served only one purpose: to ensure that candidates had not taken any performance-enhancing drugs or worn any equipment that could boost their combat abilities before participating in the recruitment ceremony.
"Heh, it feels like being at the Olympics, getting tested for doping," Charles chuckled as he watched the staff diligently verify each piece of data.
However, he understood the necessity of these elaborate procedures. For example, his purple-quality [nine netherworld armband] would be overwhelmingly unfair to others if allowed, not to mention the myriad of miracle drugs he had in his storage space, surpassing even sugar pills in quantity.
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