An Wen tapped the blackboard.
“There are many ways a Human-Specter Symbiont can be born, but they can generally be divided into two categories.”
“The first is pure luck, completely random.”
“Only those with exceptional luck, at the right time and in the right place, have a certain probability of succeeding.”
“Even if the exact same person tried again at the same time and place, they might still fail. After all, luck isn't something you can rely on every time.”
“The other category is what I want to emphasize now, and it is closely related to your upcoming assessment.”
Hearing this, everyone's expression grew even more serious.
“In our supernatural world, there is a method to artificially convert someone into a Human-Specter Symbiont.”
As soon as he said this, the originally quiet classroom suddenly buzzed with chatter.
Everyone was thrilled.
A Human-Specter Symbiont.
Eternal youth, immortality.
Ordinary people had absolutely no resistance to such a temptation!
Even Zuo Lin'an's breathing became slightly erratic at this moment.
However, An Wen's next words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly dousing the fiery passion that had just ignited in everyone.
“It's just that... the mortality rate is quite high.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, the room went dead silent.
After a moment, a woman asked in a small voice, “Um... Instructor An, just how high is the mortality rate?”
A malicious smile appeared on An Wen's solemn and cold face.
“Let me put it this way. Once you enter Sin Hunter City, there is no turning back. You are left with only two possible outcomes.”
“First, you die in Sin Hunter City.”
“Second, you successfully become a Human-Specter Symbiont, walk out alive, and become a dungeon boss.”
“As for how high the mortality rate is?”
“I can do some math for you right now.”
“In this academic building, there are five classrooms on each floor, with forty students per classroom. That makes two hundred students per floor. The building has ten floors, which adds up to two thousand students.”
“Two thousand students. If no one drops out and everyone enters the Sin Hunter City assessment...”
An Wen chuckled softly. Instead of answering directly, he asked, “Why don't you guess first? How many do you think will survive?”
Looking at An Wen's strange and unsettling expression, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of dread.
Suddenly, someone spoke up, their tone highly uncertain. “Maybe... fifty?”
An Wen raised an eyebrow. “Fifty? What wishful thinking.”
He slowly raised one hand and held up two fingers.
“I can guarantee you that out of two thousand people, no more than two will succeed!”
“And two is being optimistic.”
“In the past few runs, most ended in total annihilation.”
“Even if someone did succeed, it was only a single person. The highest number was last time, with two, and that was the only time it ever happened.”
“And let me remind you, that was after they had undergone the complete training process.”
At this point, An Wen looked down at them, his gaze sweeping over the room as if he were looking at ants.
“I know many of you came here on a whim.”
“I can give you a chance right now!”
“Stand up, walk out of this classroom, pack your things in the dorms, and wait by the main gate for a ride back to your normal lives. Act as if none of this ever happened.”
Before they could even begin to process his words, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the stairs and corridors outside.
They sounded like they were in a rush.
This was...
An Wen smiled. “Hear that? Those are the people from other classes who have decided to drop out.”
“So, there's no need to feel embarrassed.”
“After all, if you want to become a dungeon boss, you must be prepared to die in Sin Hunter City from the very beginning.”
“Those who wanted to come out alive have all died. Only those who are willing to throw away their lives have a sliver of a chance at succeeding.”
For the next while, An Wen stopped speaking.
He simply sat back casually in his chair and waited in silence.
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