Just then, the silent Yan Che suddenly looked at Yi Jiugao. "Yi," he asked, "if I recall correctly, we assign hidden identities to some of the more promising candidates to introduce a few variables into the selection, don't we?"
"That kid... what's his identity?"
"Is he a Contaminator? Or a War-Maniac?"
...
"Tomb Guardian."
A rare, wry smile touched Yi Jiugao's lips as he slowly uttered those two words.
Upon hearing this, Yan Che was stunned for a moment. Then, his expression became a sight to behold before finally settling into one of admiration.
"...You sure know how to pick them."
Sun Lie's eyes widened. After a long pause, he managed to force out two words: "...Holy shit."
Mu Qingyin, however, simply brought a hand to her forehead, her face a picture of exasperation.
'That identity, paired with this particular guy...'
'He's probably going to turn this entire selection on its head, all by himself.'
...
