The Grand Auditorium.
Baiyu stood at the front of the class zone, panting heavily.
Behind him, Yue Zian was already surrounded by a group of people.
If he hadn't acted quickly and slipped out, he might have ended up in the same situation as Yue Zian.
These external students were simply too enthusiastic.
After he and Yue Zian shared the answers, several external female students wanted him to add them on WeChat, claiming they wanted to secretly have deep exchanges with him.
Baiyu cleverly slipped out.
Wanting to get WeChat details with such empty talk, and then have him conduct extracurricular tutoring on WeChat?
How could it be that easy?
Hah, women.
"Ahem, everyone quiet down, the exchange class will start now."
In the middle of the grand auditorium.
An elderly man with crane-like hair held a microphone.
The boisterous students quickly returned to their classes.
Baiyu looked at the podium, realizing that this teacher was the same one who had invigilated earlier.
Since it was their first time attending the exchange class, no one knew how it would proceed, and all eyes were fixed on the podium.
Dong Chunsheng looked at the vibrant young people below the stage, a trace of comfort in his eyes.
These would be the pillars of society in the future.
They are the future of the Human Race.
"You may not be familiar with me, might not have even met me.
To be honest.
This is also my first time at Linjiang City's exchange class.
My name is Dong Chunsheng.
I am a combat personnel from a Shelter.
Some of you may have heard of the Shelter, some may not have.
Today, I will give you a unified explanation.
The Shelter.
Is the main battlefield for our Human Race against Exotic Beasts.
Each Shelter's entrance is strictly controlled by the Investigation Committee, the Imperial military, the Martial Arts School Alliance, and the Church!
Our Human Race marches forward endlessly, aiming to keep Exotic Beasts completely barred outside the Shelter, preventing them from stepping into our homeland!
Of course.
Sometimes, there are ones that slip through.
So in some uninhabited desert areas, Exotic Beasts exist, and martial artists need to eliminate them."
Dong Chunsheng's voice did not have the feeling of an elderly man at all.
Instead, it was forceful and strong.
A group of students held their breath, not daring to make noise, digesting these sudden and somewhat unbelievable information.
"Every year, the East Prosperity Imperial allocates over a hundred billion Imperial Coins for suppressing Exotic Beasts.
All this wealth is used to pay martial artists, comfort their families, create Magic Power Machinery, train the next generation, and more.
Many of you want to enter a Martial Arts School, perhaps for fame, to enjoy the identity convenience of becoming a martial artist, to stand out.
But today, I tell you.
Alongside enjoying your rights, you must take on the responsibility of being a martial artist.
Don't think becoming a martial artist is just enjoyment.
We will give more.
Compared to workers in the North District, compared to the people working at the bottom, we must always face dangers to life, and fight terrifying Exotic Beasts.
Gains come with contributions, the Imperial doesn't nurture useless people.
Though sudden, the future you face is like this.
You can choose to quit now.
Once you enter Wuda, there will be no chance to retreat.
Unless injured or killed on the battlefield, anyone wanting to back down will be treated as deserters. Of course, empty words aren't enough, watch this video and you should understand."
His sharp gaze swept across the room.
Dong Chunsheng picked up the remote control in his hand, and the grand auditorium's gigantic projection screen opened, showing a battle.
A battle between martial artists and Exotic Beasts.
The types of Exotic Beasts were bizarre and varied, mostly somewhat linked to animals, like worms the size of trucks, and rhinos as tall as small hills.
These were the most attention-grabbing in the footage.
There were others with smaller forms, yet bizarre appearances.
As well as some humanoid but uncommunicable, slaughter-obsessed aliens.
Though some books have documented these things, watching through visuals brings a greater shock and a sense of insignificance to ordinary people.
Even martial artists facing these monsters are nine deaths and one chance of survival.
In the footage, although human martial artists won successive victories.
There were still a considerable number of casualties.
"Our task is to fight these monsters.
Everyone might die, including myself.
That's why martial artists hold a supernatural status!
Those Exotic Beasts and aliens you see on live streams and video websites, are but a drop in the ocean, the weakest of things,
Social media is unaware of the Shelter's existence.
Ordinary people also don't know about the Shelter's existence.
We are destined to bear the burden forward.
Even if you sacrifice yourself, even if you die fighting Exotic Beasts, society won't know of your contributions!
The only guarantee we can offer is for your family.
Allow them to live out their remaining years safely and worry-free!
If you want to exit now, go sign a confidentiality agreement, no one will laugh at you, this is your only chance to exit.
Those who exit, can't take the martial exams nor apply for Martial Arts School!"
The entire auditorium quieted down.
A group of students watched the battle on the big screen, processing the immense information in their minds, expression uncertain.
Too abrupt.
Some students may know the inside story, but most students don't know what they have to face.
The Shelter is confidential content.
Their families also don't know.
Initially, letting them study Mysticism, take martial exams was merely to make them martial artists, to have a better future.
Soon some withdrew.
Once there's a first, there's a second, third...
People gradually left, led by staff to sign the confidentiality agreement.
From the start, their aim to become martial artists was for enjoyment, not to battle Exotic Beasts.
Moreover, hastily forcing them to choose.
Many people simply weren't mentally prepared!
The entire venue.
About one-sixth left.
Some girls covered their faces, sobbing beside them.
Years of hard work and perseverance in learning, resisting spiritual pollution, believing that after officially becoming martial artists in university, things would become easier; unexpectedly, what awaited them was a more brutal, difficult future, where they could lose their fate at any moment.
The collapse of their fantasies about the future caused their emotions to collapse as well.
This group was also taken away.
With such mentality becoming martial artists, going to the Shelter later, would only hold back their peers.
All staff, masters, and professors in the grand auditorium watched this scene calmly or silently, no one spoke.
This seemed to be a scenario experienced every year, they were long accustomed to it.
After quietly waiting for ten minutes, no one continued to exit.
Dong Chunsheng nodded with satisfaction:
"I have been observing in various schools during this period, initially thinking you were the worst batch I've led, at least one-third of you would leave, but now it seems you're not bad!
But, just not bad!
Those remaining here now are the ones truly intending to take the martial high-school exam, enter Martial Arts School, and become martial artists.
So during these two months before the exam, you will be divided into groups, each led by dedicated masters to train you, helping you to enter Wuda, to quickly adapt to life after entering Wuda!
Since everyone's level varies, there will be group teaching, tailoring the instruction to each one's needs.
For instance, during my invigilation today, some students completed the exam in 40 minutes, with correct answers.
Some students took two hours and hadn't solved the final challenging question until submission.
These two types of students naturally can't be placed in the same group.
In the martial artist's world, there's no such thing as equality for all.
If you're strong, you can get more attention, more resources, more privileges. Conversely, you also have to take on more difficult tasks, greater responsibilities!"
As the words fell.
The entire grand auditorium was in a commotion, and many students began to whisper.