Died for a Million Times: I can Copy Infinite SSS Talents!-Chapter 31 --Entry Test

"Ready!!"

A chorus of resolute voices echoed within the arena.

The middle-aged man gave a faint nod before continuing,

"I'll give you ten minutes. Use that time to store away your luggage."

"After ten minutes, return to this spot. You will then be issued the wristbands and weapons required for the assessment."

"Now, move out."

As his voice fell, all the students immediately sprang into action.

It had to be said—the students from the elite middle schools moved with remarkable coordination and efficiency.

There was no hesitation, no wasted movement.

Exactly ten minutes later, everyone returned to their original positions.

Soon, several uniformed staff members appeared, handing out wristbands and standardized weapons to each student.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man on the high platform didn't waste any time either.

He began explaining the assessment process:

"The Entry Test for Eagle Hatchling Camp will take place in the adjacent arena."

"Right now, in the arena next door, we have moonfolk captured fresh from the frontlines."

"The wristbands you are receiving have only one function—to automatically record the points you earn after killing a moonfolk."

"The stronger the moonfolk you kill and the more you eliminate, the more points you will accumulate."

"Above your heads, there will be a projection showing the current top ten rankings on the leaderboard. Remember—these wristbands will not protect you. You will have to rely entirely on the weapons in your own hands."

"I trust your teachers have drilled this into you already: if you encounter a moonfolk you cannot defeat, run immediately.

If you can't even recognize your own limits, you're destined to die on the battlefield sooner or later!"

"This assessment will have no rescue team. You must treat this seriously."

The man's words caused a visible ripple of shock among the students.

None of them had expected that there would be no one on standby for rescue operations.

Didn't that mean... there was a real possibility of dying here?

And they weren't just fighting random monsters—

They would be facing moonfolk captured directly from the battlefield!

Of course, everyone knew Eagle Hatchling Camp came with a death rate, but still—

No one had expected it to be this intense right from the beginning. freewёbnoνel.com

In an instant, the previously excited and energetic students all sobered up, their faces growing much more serious.

By now, the wristbands and weapons had been distributed.

Link gave a few experimental swings with the longsword he received and found it acceptable.

Though it was a standardized issue, the weapon met the standards of a D-grade armament.

At their current level, it was more than sufficient.

As for Link, he had never found a truly suitable weapon for himself.

Due to the nature of his talent, he had an extremely particular requirement for weapons—

They needed to possess a high affinity with spiritual powers, and the higher the affinity, the better.

Unfortunately, materials that were compatible with spiritual powers tended to be extremely rare and costly, often not even available for sale even if one had money.

Thus, for the time being, Link had to make do with this standardized longsword.

It wasn't ideal, but it would suffice for now.

Soon, every student had received their wristbands and swords.

The middle-aged man wasted no more words. With a sweeping gesture of his arm, he signaled the beginning of the test.

Under the staff's instructions, the students filed into the adjacent arena in orderly formations.

The new arena was far larger than the two previous ones combined.

Dense forests covered the terrain in all directions, and a palpable sense of danger seemed to lurk behind every shadow.

Students were separated and assigned to different entry points around the perimeter.

Link found himself at Entry Point F and quickly ventured into the dense jungle.

As he moved, his eyes caught the massive projection screen suspended above.

"Point Rankings!"

"First place: None."

...

"Students, the assessment begins now," a voice announced over the intercom system.

Link furrowed his brow and immediately adjusted his steps, moving with heightened caution.

He could keenly sense the presence of many moonfolk nearby.

And that was only the ones he could detect—

He was certain others lurked hidden deeper within the shadows, beyond even his enhanced perception.

Clearly, this test was far more dangerous than he had originally anticipated.

While Link pressed forward, elsewhere in the forest,

a tall, striking figure also stepped lightly into the jungle.

Her cold aura was like an ice mountain, almost tangible in its intensity.

Her body was statuesque, with curves that could easily turn heads, but her face remained detached and unapproachable.

And yet, her beauty was undeniable—

The sort that could leave anyone utterly stunned at first glance.

"Seraphine, we know your strength is extraordinary," a voice whispered from a communicator.

"But you must still prioritize your own safety.

You are the hope of our entire family—and perhaps, the hope of humanity itself."

...

Back in the jungle, Link's clothes were already stained with splashes of blood.

After a few skirmishes, he had gleaned some crucial information.

First, the moonfolk captured from the frontlines were far stronger than the ones encountered on the Wilderness Battlefield.

Second, although the instructors had announced there would be no rescue efforts,

in practice, if someone was truly on the verge of death, a rescue operation would indeed occur.

Clearly, Eagle Hatchling Camp was playing mind games.

During the earlier battles, Link had conducted a few deliberate tests.

He discovered that these frontline moonfolk were incredibly cunning.

They even knew how to use the terrain to launch ambushes!

If not for his talent-enhanced perception, he might have already been seriously injured or worse.

It was obvious—

The moonfolk on the frontlines were far more intelligent than those in the Wilderness Battlefield.

They had already learned to understand certain human strategies.

In contrast, the ones in the wilderness behaved more like mindless beasts.

This revelation somewhat exceeded Link's expectations.

However, what frustrated Link the most was that he had attempted to intentionally get himself killed by a moonfolk—

only to be forcibly rescued by the camp's staff.

When he regained consciousness afterward, he found himself disqualified from Eagle Hatchling Camp.

Helpless, he had no choice but to activate Death Rewind once again.

This incident had made one thing very clear:

The camp's administrators placed a very high value on the students' lives.

Which, upon reflection, was only logical.

Humanity's pool of talented individuals was finite.

There was no need to lose promising candidates over a single assessment.

The earlier declarations about "no rescue" were merely psychological tactics to ensure everyone took the test seriously.

Having pieced all this together, Link once again rewound time.

After repeating some of the earlier steps, he found himself re-entering the jungle.

But this time, his goals had changed.

Since it was practically impossible for him to die here,

his plan to "obtain a moonfolk talent through death" had to be abandoned.

Thus, Link resigned himself to simply climbing to the top of the point rankings for some fun!