"How are this batch of newcomers performing?"
In the western command center of the Maginot Line, Murphy, stationed there, asked with interest as he sat in his chair. Adel, who was standing by his side, fully armed and ready to deploy at any time, glanced at the records of the Calculating Pearl and said softly:
"Just five minutes ago, the last newbie team deployed to the frontline was wiped out. Five hundred newbie warriors lasted only one morning in the frontline trenches, and currently, fewer than twenty have survived. Although intense combat played a role, their performance is indeed not as strong as the outworlders we carefully selected before.
In terms of adaptation and inherent talents, they are rather common."
"Well, perhaps this is the normal scenario."
Murphy shrugged, looking a bit regretful but not sorrowful, and said:
