Evolving Infinitely From An E-Class Hero-Chapter 39: Evaluation Test

A few weeks, thats all I had left. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

My meeting with the ISA officials; Dr. Holtz and President Viola had gone about as well as walking into a lion’s dem wearing an antelope clothing.

Holtz had questions I couldn’t answer, President Viola had eyes like a hawk scanning for weaknesses, and the presence of Thunderlash and Ice Blast?

That was no coincidence.

They knew I was powerful.

And now, the countdown has begun.

The next reassessment day hung like a meat attached to a dogs view, letting it constantly reach for it. I trained harder at the abandoned warehouse than ever before.

If I failed to prove myself, they’d revoke my license and toss me into the ranks of rogue meta and I’ll continue to remain on their target list to hunt down.

To label me as a threat to the world I swore to protect.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I didn’t want to just pass the reassessment, I wanted to dominate it. I wanted to walk into that evaluation and crush every expectation they had.

No more hiding behind the name Skateboard Man.

No more being dismissed as an E-class side note.

I wanted S-Class.

And to do that, I needed to evolve.

Fast.

Stronger skills.

Smarter tactics.

Deadlier instincts.

The Forever Core had given me a path, I just had to walk it.

I plopped down on the couch after another gruesome morning of training and on the center table was my favorite sandwich and slushy combo.

I grabbed the remote and switched on the TV to reveal a racing scene displaying across the pixels of the screen.

"That’s good enough...", I shrugged, leaned into the couch with my drink in hand.

After a few minutes of relaxing delight, the TV suddenly went blank and the ISA logo appeared on the screen.

I kicked up immediately and glared at the TV in anticipation.

"ISA special alert?"

During a catastrophic disaster like a villain or aliens rampaging through the city, the ISA would send out a broadcast that reaches every phone, TV and radio within the targeted area to warn the citizens about the impending danger.

Sometimes they would do this when theirs an important situation at hand and they’re in need of specific heroes, so they get the word out through this means.

The TV flashed and the scene of what seemed to be a news room with a man and a woman sitting adjacent to eat other dressed in cooperate attires.

They both stared at the papers right in front of them, seemingly not aware they were being filmed.

I waited.

"What?"

Someone coughed.

"Oh, are we live?" The man in the TV said.

"Yes..."

"Hello, citizens! We’re sorry to interrupt your regular TV schedule for this important ISA announcement..."

"We’ve all of heard of the Ghost Town over at Sector Z, it has been left untouched due to the massive presence of the alien species known as High Orcs who have decided to claim that area..."

"Well, we’ve got good news for you folks. The ISA have decided to take drastic measures to eliminate that alien species and claim back that portion of Sector Z... "

My mouth salivated as the announcer glared at his script and continued reading.

"Due to the the nature of this perilous task, the ISA under the leadership of Her Excellency Viola Travis, has come up with a list of elite strike team of superheroes that will extinguish the High Orcs and bring order to Sector Z... "

"I will list the heroes who have been chosen for this great feat and we employ that their specific Guilds grant us their heroes."

"Starting from the Captain, Trooper; A-Class, Rank 21".

"Tank; B-Class, Rank 5".

"Firebrand; A-Class, Rank 22".

"Steel Python; B-Class, Rank 6".

"Metal Fist; B-Class, Rank 17".

"Finally, Skateboard Man; E-Class, Rank 50".

"This heroes will be accompanied with the prestigious Doctor Grace Sparks for medical assistant incase of unforseen events."

"That will be all for now, we wish these brave heroes good luck and pray that Sector Z return to a place of peace and prosperity... Godspeed".

I exhaled sharply.

"I see... "

"The ISA are trying to be sly... "

The Ghost Town of Sector Z.

During the first contact war, a large herd of aliens knowns the High Orcs decended onto Earth. Specifically Sector Z.

They were prominent and dangerous, aiming to eradicate most of mankind and take Earth as their own.

But, they were eventually overwhelmed and subdued by Earth’s mightiest heroes, forcing them to retreat to the site which their spaceship landed.

City F, Sector Z.

Sinc then, they had taken that area as their own and had formed a formidable ecosystem for themselves with defense mechanism and soldiers.

Sitting atop their pyramid of command was a High Orc known generally as Sherman, who was said to be on par with an S-Class hero.

Finally, the ISA had put together a team to take down the High Orcs and regain control of whats left of City F in Sector Z, now known as The Ghost Town.

The question that buzzed in my head was—

Why select such a formidable team of heroes with high ranks and add an E-Class nobody like me.

That was sure to raise eyebrows among the citizens.

And it was sure to put an unnecessary amount of recognition and publicity in my way.

"Tch!", I furrowed my brows.

They want me to show up, that’s why they had a prestigious doctor in Grace Sparks to follow as the medical expert, so she could watch over me— like a spy for the ISA.

They want to see first hand what I can do.

"In that case..."

"It’s not as bad, the points I get will surely push me up the ranks in E-Class. And also I do have to train and level up for the reassessment day..."

"Defeating High Orcs will be sure to get make me evolve faster..."

Just then—

Tti-ring.

[Incoming Call: Boomerang Man]

"Oh..."

"Answer..."

[>Bro! I saw you on the news! You’re going to Ghost Town over at Sector Z!!!! Skateboard Man to the world. Come on baby!!]

"Hey! You don’t need to shout, I’ve already seen it. I’m watching it right now!!"

[>Shut up, Idiot. You just made history to be the first E-Class hero to be picked by the ISA for a mission]

[>Tell me, is because of they know you’re all Bionic and stuff!!]

"Jake lower your voice..."