Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem
Chapter 64 - 62 : Rank Evaluation

Chapter 64: Chapter 62 : Rank Evaluation

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the long metallic hallway as Trinity led the way, her pace steady, almost bored. She didn’t look back once.

Lumian walked in silence, hands in his pockets, his gaze flicking around, taking in the surroundings with quiet calculation.

Shirley, however, wasn’t as patient.

She tapped Lumian on the shoulder, leaning in close.

"What’s her deal?" she muttered, keeping her voice low. "Do you know her or something?"

Lumian glanced ahead at Trinity’s stiff, straight posture.

"No," he answered evenly. "But she clearly knows me."

He wasn’t blind.

From the moment they met, Trinity had been acting strange toward him. Cold, condescending—yet almost too focused on him, as if she were looking at something she couldn’t quite understand.

"She either knows who I am," he murmured, more to himself than Shirley, "or she knows something about me that makes her act like this."

He exhaled through his nose.

"Either way, it’s a pain."

Shirley hummed in thought.

Then, out of nowhere, Lumian added:

"I must say... she does smell familiar. But I just can’t place her scent."

Shirley blinked. "Wait, what?"

He glanced at her. "What?"

"You’re saying you recognize her by smell?"

Lumian shrugged. "It’s just a feeling."

Shirley tilted her head. "Now I kinda wanna sniff her."

"Shirley, don’t—"

She was already at it.

She took a deep sniff of the air.

Then another.

And just as she was about to lean forward for a closer whiff—

Trinity stopped walking.

Shirley crashed into her back.

"Ow—!" Shirley yelped, stumbling back and rubbing her nose.

Trinity turned around slowly, her expression blank.

"What exactly are you doing?"

Shirley quickly straightened up.

"Nothing."

Lumian raised an eyebrow at her, amused.

Trinity stared her down for a moment before simply turning away.

But Lumian had noticed something.

Even if it was just a light collision— Shirley had felt that impact.

Which meant...

Trinity wasn’t just some bureaucratic nuisance.

She had power. Strength. Enough to make Shirley feel it, even if it was just a bruise.

Noted.

Without another word, Trinity led them forward again, stopping in front of a large steel door.

She pulled out a thin black card from her coat and swiped it against the scanner. A soft beep sounded, and the door hissed open.

"You’ll get one of these," she said over her shoulder, "once you become a fully licensed hero."

She held it up briefly before tucking it away.

"It’ll grant you access to most places in the tower. Of course, what you can access depends on your rank."

Lumian stepped inside.

The room beyond was massive—a pure white chamber, stretching endlessly in every direction. The walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in a glowing grid pattern, pulsing faintly with energy.

Something about the air felt... artificial.

Not lifeless, but controlled. Calculated.

Shirley whistled. "Fancy."

Trinity led her through another doorway into a separate observation room, encased by thick reinforced glass.

From here, they had a clear, elevated view of Lumian down below.

Trinity pressed a button on the intercom.

"This is the most technologically advanced training facility in the world."

She paused.

Waiting.

Waiting for a reaction.

Maybe she expected Lumian to look impressed—to make some remark about the tech.

Instead, he just stood there.

Still. Silent. Staring at the observation window with complete indifference.

Shirley gave him a side glance and snickered.

Trinity’s brow twitched slightly, but she continued.

"Heroes are ranked based on evaluations conducted here."

She spoke clearly, precisely.

"Ranks range from E-Class to S-Class. There’s a class above that, but you don’t need to worry about it."

Then, she smirked.

"You’ll never be anywhere near that level."

Shirley visibly bristled.

Lumian?

He didn’t even blink.

Trinity’s smirk faltered slightly when she got nothing from him.

"The training is simple," she continued, arms crossed. "Just keep fighting until you can’t fight anymore."

She tapped the console.

"Or until you get overwhelmed and die."

Shirley’s eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean ’die’?" she demanded. "This is just an evaluation, right?"

Trinity waved a hand dismissively.

"Relax."

She leaned against the panel, not even looking at Shirley.

"No one’s actually dying."

Her fingers hovered over a switch.

"The training room uses a mix of augmented reality and high-tech simulation. It’s designed to push you to your limit. But it won’t kill you for real."

Shirley wasn’t convinced.

"That’s not exactly reassuring."

"It doesn’t need to be."

Before Shirley could press further—

Trinity hit the button.

The room hummed to life.

The air shifted.

The walls glowed brighter.

And then—

A deep, mechanical click echoed through the space.

From the ground, shadows flickered.

Shapes rose. Materialized.

Figures formed.

The first wave.

And then, in a voice as cold as the steel surrounding them—

"Lumian. You may begin."

From the empty, glowing floor, figures emerged.

They weren’t human.

At least, not anymore.

They stood twisted, vaguely humanoid, but with elongated limbs and jagged features. Their eyes burned with an unholy blue light, flickering like dying embers.

Five of them.

They moved unnaturally, limbs twitching as if their bodies weren’t fully their own. Unfinished mockeries of something once human.

Shirley leaned forward. "Oh, they’re creepy."

Trinity barely spared them a glance. "They’re weak."

In the chamber below, Lumian rolled his shoulders.

The creatures twitched.

Then, without warning—

They rushed him.

A blur of twisting limbs and snapping jaws.

Faster than they should be.

But not fast enough.

Lumian moved.

He stepped forward, smooth as water.

The first swung its elongated arm at him—

He caught it mid-swing.

The moment his fingers closed around its wrist—

CRACK.

A sickening snap filled the air.

Then he ripped the arm clean off.

The creature let out a distorted shriek, but before it could react—

Lumian crushed its skull with a single punch.

BOOM.

Its body collapsed instantly.

The remaining four hesitated.

For a second.

Then they charged again.

Lumian exhaled.

His fingers flexed.

And this time—

He met them head-on.

From the observation room, Shirley’s grin widened.

"Oh yeah. This is gonna be fun."

Trinity, arms crossed, watched silently.

A flicker of something crossed her face.

A thought.

Something deeply buried.

Something she wasn’t ready to face.

"Who the hell are you, Lumian?"