"Oy, oy, oy… Isn't this a bit much? One hundred people? This goddess is completely insane," Raven whispered, his face pale and his smile stiff.
At first, he had thought they would all be sent directly to the world called Alvas.
Who would have guessed they'd have to pass a test first—and that only one hundred of them would be allowed to enter?
It was like trying to rescue a deer caught in a rushing river, only to throw it into a five-meter-deep pit it couldn't possibly cross.
Malphas, whom he had expected to offer a solution, instead gave them an impossible choice.
Refuse, and they would die. Accept, and they could still die.
One hundred out of a thousand—only ten percent would survive.
The chance of survival for each person was just ten percent, a dangerously small probability.
Even Raven wasn't sure if he would make the cut.
"I'm sure you're all panicking, scared, and confused. But these are the rules set by the gods' palace. I will now explain the test. Listen carefully. I will not repeat this."
Everyone immediately focused. Harsh as the truth was, they had no other choice.
If they insisted on arguing, they would die even faster—obviously, no one wanted that.
"The first rule concerns the test itself. Each of you will complete seven missions that I will assign. Only those who succeed in all seven will survive. The rest... will die."
Her voice was flat, emotionless, and chilling, making everyone's hair stand on end.
"The second rule is that each mission carries a different level of danger and difficulty. The purpose of these missions is to eliminate nine hundred of you. So, if you want to live, try to survive. Understand?"
A faint smile appeared on her face. To everyone present, it was beautiful yet terrifying—like the smile of the devil watching Adam and Eve cast out of paradise by God.
"Rule three: you may form groups to survive. No one will stop you. But remember this—there are no eternal friendships. It's all about personal gain and safety. I hope you understand what I mean."
Raven narrowed his eyes, a thin smile tugging at his lips.
"This woman is truly cruel," he whispered.
She allowed them to form groups, yet she deliberately sowed seeds of distrust and suspicion.
As a result, many hesitated to join forces.
But logically, her words weren't wrong. They didn't know each other, and their only goal was to survive and be among the hundred chosen to enter the world of Alvas.
Still, intentions and goals weren't usually discussed so openly—but she did, making the likelihood of groups forming extremely low.
Raven glanced around. Sure enough, the faces of those nearby were pale and wary.
"The fourth rule concerns power. Since you'll be completing these seven missions in an unknown place teeming with monsters, I will grant you power. It will be useful—either now or later in the world of Alvas."
With that, Malphas closed her eyes and brought her palms together.
Buzz!
A ball of light appeared in the air. It slowly split into a thousand fragments before shooting toward everyone there.
They didn't have time to react. Their vision turned blindingly white before slowly returning to normal.
Raven rubbed his eyes and looked ahead. A system panel had appeared before him.
[STATUS]
Name: Raven Draxel
Age: 27
Nickname: The Most Disgusting Bastard in the World
Level: 1 (0/20)
Talents: Strength (B), Endurance (B), Intelligence (S), Magic (D), Agility (C), Speed (C), Charisma (S), Vitality (A)
Class: Not Yet Awakened
1. First Awakening: None
2. Second Awakening: None
3. Third Awakening: None
Skills: Gluttony (FFF), Slick Tongue (A), Woman Satisfaction Technique (S)
Storage: One box of XXL condoms
Description: You are a disgusting bastard. You have slept with hundreds of women, most of whom have fallen in love with you. Honestly, you are the most despicable man in the universe. Do you want to unlock the Women-Conquering System? Yes/No?
Seeing the golden panel before him, Raven froze.
"What is this… a game panel?" he whispered in wonder.
At that moment, Malphas' voice rang out from in front of them.
"The golden panel you see is a gift from me to help you survive the upcoming test. I will explain each column one by one, so please pay attention."
As she began detailing every section of the status panel, those who had been confused slowly started to understand its purpose.
"Does anyone have any questions?"
A beautiful girl suddenly raised her hand.
"I want to ask something."
Malphas glanced at her and nodded slightly.
"What does 'Sword Expert' at level S mean? Is that my skill?"
At her question, the others immediately checked their skill columns.
Several skills had already been recorded—but one blue skill stood out, different from the rest.
Malphas raised her eyebrows in mild surprise, then smiled faintly.
"You're correct. In the skills column of your panel, there will be a blue skill—that is the skill you'll rely on to survive. Skills are ranked in five categories: S, A, B, C, and D. The lower the rank, the weaker the skill."
Her gaze lingered on the girl with admiration.
Everyone was struck by her explanation. Subconsciously, they turned to look at the girl with a mix of envy and resentment.
"An S-ranked skill, huh? That girl is insanely talented," Raven muttered inwardly, shooting her a sharp glance.
Then he glanced at his own skill: Gluttony, ranked FFF.
"What the hell is this? FFF? Did Malphas make a mistake?"
Raven opened and closed his mouth, unable to believe what he was seeing.
There were only five ranks—but he had been given an FFF skill as his supposed weapon for survival.
Wasn't this completely absurd?
Then his eyes fell on the "Description" section—and he froze.
"The Women-Conquering System? What does this even mean?"