Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 948

Chapter 948: The Roster

The ones Brittany was worried about were sitting behind the water station on an overturned pallet, icing three different shoulders, and all three of them came off that pallet so fast when they saw who was walking over that one of them lost his ice pack into the gravel.

"Sit down," Kaiden said, and they sat down so hard the pallet complained.

He crouched in front of the middle one, a broad kid with a fresh purple bloom coming up under his collarbone, and turned the boy’s arm at the elbow to see how far it would go before the wince came. It came early.

"You’ll be in pain for two days and fine on the third." He let go. "Who put you down?"

"Ma’am did." The kid’s eyes flicked to Brittany with open admiration. "Twice."

"Then say thank you to ma’am, because the thing that would have done this to you in a dungeon doesn’t stop at the shoulder."

"Thank you, ma’am!" all three of them said, in unison, at a volume nobody had asked for.

The corner of Brittany’s mouth twitched, and she wrestled it flat. Trisha, at Kaiden’s other side, made a small noise of pure editorial disagreement and kept it to herself.

...

The training went on around them.

Squads rotated through the taped lanes at the southern end of the lot with an evaluator screaming at each one. The whistling was constant, and so was the complaint. Somewhere in the middle of it, Tessa’s crew had set up a folding table to hand out water like it was a marathon and not a slaughter.

Kaiden stood at the edge of it with his arms crossed and let the roster come up in the corner of his vision.

[Eclipse - Guild Roster]

[Registered Personnel: 476]

[Combat: 332. Support and Operations: 144]

[Special Classification: 1]

[Z: 7. SSS: 1. S: 3. A: 26. B: 74. C: 131. D and below: 89]

[Most recent S-tier registration: Park, Yuna.]

Four hundred and seventy-six names, only a few days after a folding table in a tent had become a guild, and most of them had chosen this over somewhere with plumbing.

The top of that list was not the interesting part, because the top of that list was his family, and it was the reason people in many countries said the word Eclipse carefully.

One special classification the Association had been forced to invent an entire section for. His mother at SSS. Seven Z-tiers who had walked into a measurement artifact and broken it. No guild on the continent could put nine heavier names on a page, and everybody in the industry knew it.

What he was looking at was everything underneath them, and the shape of it told him something he had been circling for days without saying out loud.

Because the intake had come in two flavors, and only two.

The first was Yuna’s kind, and she was the cleanest example of it on the sheet: a genuine S-tier classification with almost no levels sitting under it, because Skyline had spent three years keeping her on publicity rotations and classroom sessions. Most of his twenty-six A-tiers and seventy-odd B-tiers were the same story in a lower letter. People who tested beautifully and had never once been allowed to do anything with it.

They had also signed fast, nearly all of them inside the first day, which told him exactly who they were: stream watchers and opportunists, in roughly even measure.

The second flavor filled the whole long tail of C and D, and those were the veterans.

Men and women with more logged dungeon hours than anybody in his family, capped at their classification for a decade and perfectly good at their jobs inside it. Doug’s intake notes were full of them, ten years here and nine there. Proper veterans.

"The C-tiers are the ones you want," Brittany said at his shoulder, without looking up from her own tablet. "Nobody’s ever going to have to teach them how to get hit."

Trisha, on his other side, said nothing at all, which from her was a whole paragraph.

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