Christopher and Kristine followed the examiner into a small, white plain room.

As they followed the examiner, Christopher couldn't help but telepathically mutter to his sister, "What's this guy's deal?"

"I know, right?" Kristine replied. "He's so unprofessional. I'm going to give this place a one-star review online."

When they entered the room, the harsh lighting and bright white walls seemed to close in on them. They shielded their eyes from the blinding light while the examiner took a seat at the metal table in the middle of the room. He gestured for them to demonstrate their Psionic abilities.

"Who wants to go first?" the examiner asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.

"Well, guess I'll go first," Christopher said, turning his attention to the examiner. "Get ready to be amazed," he said confidently.

The examiner raised an eyebrow. "I highly doubt that," he said as the teenage boy strode confidently in front of him.

Out of nowhere, Christopher began to undress, his expensive clothes falling away as he undressed down to his underwear. His athletic yet slim build was on full display, with toned abdominal muscles and obliques that spoke of years of rigorous training. His muscles were defined, but not to an extreme, indicating a practical athletic build.

The examiner's eyebrow slightly raised in confusion as he watched Christopher, unsure of what to expect. He knew Christopher was the son of a general, so his athletic build was no surprise to him. And he was not familiar with this kind of showmanship from examinees. But his eyes widened in shock at what followed next.

A milky white fluid began to seep out from Christopher's pores before solidifying into a smooth and seamless bone armor around his upper body. His golden eyes glowed brightly from behind the eyeholes of his bone mask, reflecting the light of the room. Calcified spikes covered his fists and shoulders, giving him an intimidating appearance.

Christopher smirked smugly, his expression hidden underneath his bone mask when he saw the examiner's shocked expression.

Suddenly, a notification from the Angel and Devil system popped up.

+580 Hatred Points from Donald Riegel

"Donald Riegel," it read. This was obviously the name of the examiner in front of him.

Christopher turned to Kristine, who was standing by his side, and telepathically asked her what she thought.

"Kris, any idea why we're getting so many hatred points from this guy?" he asked his sister telepathically.

"I have no idea," Kristine replied, equally puzzled. She furrowed her brow as she tried to come up with an explanation. "Maybe he's jealous? Or maybe he's always been the examiner, but never the examinee. Maybe he wished he was a Psion himself."

Christopher considered these theories, his mind working overtime. "It's possible," he mused. "But there might be something else going on here."

Kristine agreed. "Let's try using our Mesmerizing Stare and see if we can get any answers out of him," she suggested. "I'm getting curious."

**

Kristine skipped forward to the center of the room and pushing Christopher who was still picking up his clothes off to the side

"Hey," Christopher said as he was pushed to the side holding his fallen clothes. He walked to the walls and waited as his twin sister took center stage.

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The examiner steeled himself, anticipating another round of clothes-removing antics from the twins. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of nerves as he glanced at Kristine. He wasn't too sure he could remain composed in front of a young beauty like Kristine.

Kristine looked natural under the lights of the room. Her shoulder-length light golden blonde reflected against the harsh light of the room.

She wore a photogenic smile, showcasing her white teeth as she began to activate the Mesmerizing Stare ability and fixed her golden eyes on the examiner.

When the examiner's eyes met Kristine's gaze, he found himself frozen in place, unable to move or look away. Her eyes were like a gateway to another galaxy, shimmering with a power that was beyond anything he had ever seen before.

He felt a strange sensation sweep over him, a sense of calm and serenity that he had never experienced before. He felt like he was being pulled into her eyes like he was drowning in a sea of gold and light. Her stare was like a beam of light that pierced through his soul, revealing his innermost secrets and weaknesses.

As the moments passed, the examiner felt feelings of guilt gnawing at him. He was a spy working for Anti-Psion organization and he knew a trap was being planned for this girl's father. He couldn't bear the thought of this innocent girl losing her father. He felt that seeing her tears would break his heart. He wanted to confess, to warn this girl of the danger that she was in.

Yet, fear gripped him tightly. Admitting his treachery would mean certain death. He couldn't muster the courage to confess. The fear of being caught and facing the consequences was too great. Besides, the information he leaked had already lined his pockets with riches.

Luckily, the effects of Kristine's Mesmerizing Stare ended. The examiner gave Kristine a fearful look. He was on guard and tense, now fully aware of the secondary effect of her Psionic ability.

"Amazing, isn't it? With just a look, I can make people freeze for a good five seconds," Kristine boasted, playing dumb. She made it appeared that even she didn't know the full extent of her ability. Secretly, she was relishing in the examiner's fear.

"Impressive, indeed," the examiner stammered. "I would say it ranks at a C-level."

He quickly composed himself and motioned for Christopher to step forward and Kristine to step to the side. “We require some further testing on your Psionic ability.”

Christopher walked over to the examiner, the bone armor covering his body creaking as he moved. He had a frown on his face as did his sister. They felt that the examiner was on the verge of confessing something to the two of them before effects of the Mesmerizing glare wore off.

They wanted to use it on the examiner again but they were afraid the man would become hostile if they tried to use it on him again. After all, this was his turf.

The trio entered a chamber filled with strange machines and deactivated training dolls. The examiner gestured towards a machine used for testing the hardness of materials. The examiner stopped in the machine, indicating that he needed to analyze a piece of Christopher's bone armor.

Without hesitation, Christopher easily broke off a small piece from one of the protruding bone spikes and gave it to the examiner to analyze.

The examiner tapped the armor lightly with his hand before putting it into the machine. The machine beeped and whirred as it analyzed the bone fragment, and the examiner's eyes widened in surprise.

"Remarkable," he muttered under his breath as he looked at the results on the display. "The hardness of this bone armor is amazing. I'd say your ability is at at least B rank level.""

Rare as it was, some people in the city possessed the bone manipulation ability. However, their bone hardness was nothing remarkable, similar to an ordinary human's bones.

However, the hardness of Christopher's bone armor, was on a completely different level. The examiner was curious about the hardness of Christopher's normal bones and wanted to see if it was related to the strength of his bone armor. Too bad, time was running out. The attack on the center was about to begin, and the examiner wanted to be out of sight when it happened.

"Let's test your combat skills," the examiner said quickly, gesturing towards the training area.

The training area was a large, open space with smooth, white walls that were crisscrossed with dark lines in a grid pattern. The floor was polished concrete, reflecting the light from the fluorescent lamps on the ceiling.

Cameras, spaced every few feet, would capture the movements of the examinees during the combat session. The recorded footage was essential in determining the rank of the Psions.

The examiner pressed a remote. In the training area , the robotic training dummies slumped on the floor sprang to life. The robots had a sleek silver finish with laser-etched lines that added texture to their appearance. They were designed to mimic the movements and fighting style of the city's most proficient combatants.

Each robot was fitted with padded gloves and boots to prevent any serious injuries during training. The robots' eyes glowed with a faint red light, adding to their eeriness.

Christopher could feel the power emanating from the dummies as he stepped into the training area.

“About time." He smiled, happy at the thought of testing his skills against them and break free from the boredom of this Psion examination.