The air smelled of sweat.
The acidic gas mixed with disinfectant was like a stuffed lunch box that hadn't been washed for a long time.
The incandescent lamp above the head hummed continuously, and the light was pale, illuminating everyone's face without blood. Gu Shanhai stood on the cold metal platform, feeling like a defective product about to be sent to the assembly line. There was a sea of people around, and all eyes were on him like searchlights, burning and pungent.
The boy in front of him named Li Zhuang, who had just awakened the C-level talent "Copper Skin and Iron Bone", went down with a blushing face amidst a burst of not enthusiastic but polite enough applause from the audience. C level, not outstanding, but at least a talented person. Future travelers will either make a lot of money in the cracks of the abyss, or they will sneak into the official establishment and have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.
Next, there is him, Gu Shanhai.
No one expected anything from him. He was born in an orphanage, his grades were average, and he looked ordinary. He could be thrown into a crowd and not be found in the blink of an eye. The whispers in the audience have already begun.
