Biocores: The Legendary Weapon Designer-Chapter 78: Evaluation

At the moment of impact, a tiny needle shot from the umbrella under his control, suspending his weight in midair and negating the force of the fall. He landed gracefully, but before he could steady himself—

A skinny white foot shot toward his face.

Instinct kicked in. His right hand snapped up to block the kick.

Boom!

The sheer force shattered his forearm, the bones inside snapping like dry twigs. Yet, even through the pain, his grip tightened around the attacker’s leg, and with a powerful yank, he sent them flying several meters back.

A familiar voice reached his ears.

"So you were alive."

Even without hearing the tone, the harmonics on his screen were unmistakable. He knew this voice.

As the dust settled, a small-framed young man came into view—short red hair, oversized glasses, and an ever-defiant stance.

Akron.

For nine months, during his Nine Punishment Nails Trial, he had sparred with this boy relentlessly, honing his martial arts against him. He had always marveled at how such a tiny body could generate such devastating power—and his now-healing broken forearm was proof that Akron had only improved in his absence.

Nioh smirked. "Did you wish for me to die?"

Akron adjusted his glasses, unfazed. "You could have left a message before disappearing."

Before Akron could launch another attack, Nioh quickly raised a hand. "Alright, alright! Things got messy. I didn’t have time—I apologize."

To pacify him, he tossed a small box. "Here."

Akron caught it, eyes narrowing. "What’s this?"

"A reward. For putting up with me back then."

Akron hesitated before pocketing it, then fell into step beside him as Nioh made his way to a seat.

Akron peered over Nioh’s shoulder. "Are you watching other people’s evaluations?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Nioh didn’t bother looking up. "Not everyone has a big sister to rely on for everything. I need to scope out opponents and recruits."

Akron frowned. "What path are you choosing?"

"Harvester." Nioh’s response was instant.

Akron blinked. "You’re serious?"

"Why wouldn’t I be?"

Akron crossed his arms. "If you ever want to be a Monarch, you need to follow the Warden path."

Nioh chuckled. "Who said I want to be a Monarch?"

Akron paused. "...Then what do you want?"

"I never thought about it"

" Well you should, a man cannot live without ambition"

"Then what about me?" Akron asked, almost absentmindedly.

Nioh leaned back. "You should think about it. A man cannot live without ambition."

"What’s your ambition?"

For the first time, Nioh smiled and pointed at the sky. Akron followed the finger with his eyes before understanding the cryptic message behind Nioh’s hand sign and clasped his hand around his mouth to stop himself from saying something incriminating.

His mind, sharp as ever, instantly deciphered the silent message behind it—and his breath hitched.

A realization slammed into him like a tidal wave.

His sister’s warning echoed in his mind:

"If you want to follow this path, you’d better be prepared."

Nioh wasn’t thinking about ruling. He wasn’t thinking about kingdoms.

He was thinking beyond that.

Beyond limits. Beyond the horizon. Beyond what Akron had ever even considered possible.For the first time, something awakened inside him—a spark that wasn’t there before. His sense of self. His ambition. He wanted to see those horizons too.

The words left his mouth before he could stop them."Take me with you."

Nioh ruffled his hair, grinning. "I will—if you’re capable. It all depends on your ability."

Akron scowled, tapping his hand away. "Don’t touch me."

But even as he batted Nioh’s hand aside, the fire had already been ignited.

And it would not be extinguished.

They sat, in a discreet spot as they watched, the candidates, perform the evaluation. The principle of the evaluation was simple, each candidate had to face a five-star biocore. They were then rated on their performance.

The first wave of performances was lackluster nothing that could attract Nioh’s keen eyes or keep the fiesty Akron much interrested.

" I think its my turn" Akron said happily as he jumped, and landed on the arena causing a shockwave. His tiny frame drew the attention of the onlooker as he dusted himself clean.

The five-star biocore he was facing crawled out from one of the multiple caged entrances. It was a Ground Dragon, it stood six meter tall, with a triangle shaped skull decorated with spiky stones. It was a reptilian type with a strong magnetic affinity. Its dark, iron scales clanked as it moved. Steam hissed from its metal snout, and its amber eyes glowed. You could hear a deep, thumping sound from inside its chest, like a big, metal heart beating. It smelled like hot oil and a bit like a reptile.

Akron, cracked his knuckles and lower his stance, into a running position.

As soon as the referee gave the signal, he pounced like a predator, his speed was barely registerable by the beast. The blur stabelized right above the ground dragon before his tiny fist streched back the furthers he could reach, released like a canon.

The loud explosion generated by the contact, created a shockwave that spread accross the arena drowning the scream of the biocore.

The beast was mangled beyound repairs, this side was caved in and it was sent flying in the other side of the arena. It intervention was swift and deadly.

The murmur quiet down as Akron marked the arrival of the real powerhouses of this batch.

They sat in a discreet corner, observing the candidates as they took on their evaluations.

The test was simple: each participant had to face a five-star biocore and would be judged based on their performance.

The first wave of challengers was underwhelming—clumsy footwork, predictable attacks, and nothing that caught Nioh’s sharp eyes or kept Akron’s fiery spirit entertained.

"I guess it’s my turn."

Akron grinned, rising to his feet before jumping straight into the arena.

The impact of his landing sent a shockwave rippling across the ground.

A few onlookers gasped. He was tiny, almost scrawny, but the way he carried himself—confident, effortless, completely unfazed—made heads turn.

The caged gates groaned open.

From the shadows, Akron’s opponent crawled forth—a six-meter-tall Ground Dragon.

Its triangular skull was lined with jagged, rocky spikes. Its dark iron scales clanked like shifting metal plates. Steam hissed from its snout, and its amber eyes glowed, unblinking.

A deep, mechanical thrum pulsed from inside its chest—like the beat of a massive, metal heart.

The air reeked of hot oil and reptilian musk.

Akron cracked his knuckles, lowering into a sprinter’s stance.

As soon as the referee’s signal echoed through the arena—

BOOM!He vanished.

A blur streaked through the air, too fast for the dragon to track. In an instant, he was above the beast, his tiny fist drawn back as far as possible.

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CRACK!

A thunderous explosion tore through the air. The entire arena shook. The force of the punch caved in the dragon’s entire side, twisting metal and flesh into an unrecognizable wreck.

The beast was sent flying, its mangled body crashing into the far wall with a sickening thud.

Silence. The murmurs died. The true powerhouses of this batch had finally arrived.