Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1343

Andrew nearly choked at Jared's declaration. He burst out laughing, mocking, "Unstoppable? You got through on sheer dumb luck, and you're talking about being unstoppable? Aren't you worried about making a fool out of yourself?"

Jared's face turned an ugly shade of red. "Andrew, I just made a small mistake!

You'll see soon enough just how terrifying my true strength is!"

The sixth round quickly followed. When a small white mouse appeared in front of each contestant, a wave of shocked gasps spread through the audience. They had brought in live test subjects—the difficulty had clearly taken a huge leap.

On the stage, the contestants' faces grew even more strained. They only had one word to describe this round: tough.

Clifford's voice boomed across the arena, dripping with mockery. "To all you future great physicians and national medical masters, each little creature in front of you has a health issue.

"Some have organ damage, some have blood poisoning, and others have external wounds. But no matter what the problem is, my only requirement is that these adorable little creatures come back to life under your care, jumping around with energy again!"

As soon as the elder finished speaking, the remaining 30-something contestants sprang into action, racing against the clock.

He let out another sinister chuckle. "Oh, by the way, you only have five minutes! If you go over time, you automatically fail and can see yourselves out."

The contestants' heart rates instantly spiked. Five minutes was ridiculous—they might as well have asked them to perform brain surgery with a butter knife.

Jared grabbed his mouse, muttering curses, "Five minutes? Are you kidding me? Those elders from the Advanced Medical Institute are clearly trying to screw us over!"