Kowloon College: All Eight of My Teammates Are Sick

My name is Liu Haochen, a star warlock from the Xingyu Realm. To put it simply, a fortune teller. During the entrance examination of Kowloon College, teams were randomly formed, and I was assigned eight teammates. Senior brother, the chief of Wanjian Domain, actually cultivates the sword of benevolence. Don't kill, don't injure others, kill the enemy with one sword and kneel down to repent, crying and writing letters home. The problem is that evil hunters don't want psychological counseling! Lei Xiu is a genius. He is afraid of hurting others, so he counts the thunder in milliamperes. The necromancer, a sunny and cheerful boy, will comfort you "it won't hurt" while casting curses. A machine genius, all his inventions are for one thing only - escape. The battle nanny swings her staff harder than a war hammer and calls you a waste while treating you. Eight geniuses and eight freaks, all put into my team. I thought it was just the college assignment algorithm going crazy. It was only later that I discovered that someone had deliberately brought us together. Because behind the void stands a complete civilization. They put out the bad guys, watch us, tag us, and then— The first kill was set against us. They thought they could eliminate us according to the optimal solution. They can't calculate that the behavior of a group of lunatics never conforms to the optimal solution.