Faced with the bribe of a huge sum, the examiner in a black robe slapped the bank card away without hesitation, rejecting Candidate 197's request.
"Wh...why?"
The rejected 197 obviously still felt somewhat unwilling.
"Why?"
The examiner in a black robe did not hide the disdain in his heart and rebuked, "You're a person from the Midtown District, have worked as a mercenary for so many years, used so much genetic modification potion, yet you can't even meet the minimum standard. This already proves that you are not qualified to become a Death God, so stop wasting my time."
"The Apprentice Death God is not a trash bin that takes in useless garbage."
"Now, take your money with you, disappear, and stop being an eyesore here."
Saying this, the examiner gently brushed his sleeve, and with a seemingly delicate arm, casually pushed the sturdy Candidate 197 out of the queue.
"..."
197's face was full of unwillingness.
