Chapter 41: The Incomplete Divine Ruins

"The top-tier reconnaissance and combat support abilities might not show much of an advantage right now, but as your strength grows, they should become extremely terrifying," Wen Qi Mo said, while taking notes.

"Anything else?"

"Dynamic vision, probably several times better than before."

"Close-range killing abilities. Good. Anything else?"

"Under heavy mental strain, you can use a fraction of the Seraphim's divine power."

"Mm, most divine agents have this ability. Anything else?"

"That's all."

"…That's all??"

Wen Qi Mo looked up in shock. "Just that?"

"The power the Seraphim gave me is just this," Lin QiYe answered honestly. In a sense, he was telling the truth.

Wen Qi Mo furrowed his brows. After a moment of thought, he shook his head. "No, no... this is Mortal God Realm! Even if it's just a fragment, the power should be far greater than this!"

"You mean... my abilities aren't complete?" Lin QiYe asked, surprised.

Wen Qi Mo nodded. "Let me explain. The Athena agent of the Phoenix team could demolish a building with a single punch when she first entered her fragment. She could tear apart mythological creatures with her bare hands.

Your abilities are decent... but just decent. The most important thing is, everything you're showing now are combat support abilities!

But... this is Michael's divine realm! How could it be this weak?"

Lin QiYe stared at his hands in confusion. "But I really only feel these abilities."

Wen Qi Mo thought for a while and continued, "There are two possibilities. First, when the Seraphim chose you as an agent, it only gave you this small portion of power. I think this is the most likely option.

Second, your divine realm may have other powers, but you can't sense them right now, or maybe you've subconsciously ignored them."

"Subconsciously ignored?"

"To put it simply, if your ability is something like breathing through your skin, and you've been using it for so long that it's become second nature, you may have forgotten you're even using it. It becomes a part of your instinct."

"So, you mean I might have been using that ability all along, but didn't realize it?"

"Exactly. Think back, from childhood to now, is there anything different about you compared to others?"

Lin QiYe paused, thinking. "Blind?"

"…That doesn't count." Wen Qi Mo sighed. "Personally, I still lean toward the first possibility. The Seraphim never gave you the full divine realm. After all, it's the Seraphim's power. Even if the second guess is true, if you were using it all along, it wouldn't be so ordinary. A sneeze should be able to blow away a crowd."

Lin QiYe: ...

"Anyway, earlier I said your Mortal God Realm was high-risk. Looks like I overestimated you. Based on the abilities you've shown so far, I'd call it ordinary-risk."

Wen Qi Mo scribbled a few more notes, offering some comfort. "But don't worry. As your strength grows, your abilities will gradually improve. After all, you're the Seraphim's agent. It won't let you look bad."

Lin QiYe shrugged. "I hope so."

Though a bit down, Lin QiYe wasn't overly disappointed. With the gods' psychiatric hospital under his control, he didn't rely on the Seraphim alone. After all, he had six other gods to choose from.

"Now that we have a basic understanding of your abilities, it's time to start training." Wen Qi Mo finished reviewing the files and quickly designed a training plan.

"How do we train?"

"Overall, your abilities focus on perception and prediction. These are easier to train than abilities that rely on direct offensive power, like throwing spiraling energy blasts. You just need to let your body adapt to your abilities."

Wen Qi Mo pointed to a room behind him. "Inside that room is a mechanism containing 39,000 hidden mini rubber guns. Each second, it can fire between 1 and 39,000 rubber bullets. The speed is a bit slower than real bullets, but it's fast enough for your level."

"What you need to do is step in there, and use your perception and dynamic vision to dodge the rubber bullets as best as you can."

"Let's start with 50 shots per second, considering your current level."

Lin QiYe glanced at the room and nodded. "Got it."

He pushed open the door and stepped into the room, standing in the center. He gazed at the wall, which was covered in densely packed gun holes. A sense of unease crept into his mind.

"Wait, why are there gun holes under my feet too? What if I get hit in... a bad spot?" Lin QiYe felt a chill run through him as he stared at the holes beneath him, his face changing.

"In real combat, danger can come from anywhere," Wen Qi Mo's voice echoed from all directions. "If you're ready, I'll start now."

Lin QiYe closed his eyes slowly and took a deep breath.

"Start."

Beep—!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

The moment the signal sounded, rubber bullets began to rain down from all directions at high speed, faster than the eye could follow!

Lin QiYe reacted the moment the bullets left the guns, leaping backward twice to dodge most of them. But even more bullets followed, fired from tricky angles!

He could predict the trajectory of the bullets, but there were limits to how many he could predict at once.

It was like trying to catch a single rolling ping-pong ball—easy. Catching three? Also manageable. But if there were twenty balls rolling in different directions at the same time, it would be impossible to track them all.

This was the problem Lin QiYe faced.

Three seconds into the training, he had already taken several hits. Though the rubber bullets wouldn't cause real injury, the speed made them sting.

He finally understood the essence of the training.

"Damn it, why is this just me getting beaten up?!"

In the Activity Room.

Chen MuYe, wearing an apron and gloves, walked over to the table with a bowl of delicious bone soup, gently placing it down.

"Gulps." Hong Ying widened her eyes and swallowed hard. "Captain, how long has it been since you've cooked? Is the sun rising in the west today?"

Wu XiangNan smiled slightly. "You didn't notice? This is mainly for Lin QiYe. We're just extras."

"Uncle Chen, you're being biased!" Si XiaoNan pouted.

Chen MuYe twitched his mouth slightly, maintaining a neutral expression. "I'm just tired of boxed meals. I wanted a change of taste. It has nothing to do with that kid."

"Oh, I see." Hong Ying's eyes brightened, and she reached for the bone soup with chopsticks. "Then I'll help myself, hehe..."

Smack—!

Chen MuYe smacked her hand away with his chopsticks, speaking with a calm voice, "Lin QiYe hasn't finished his training yet. Everyone wait."

Hong Ying: ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3 Captain, you don't love us anymore...