The Second Day of the Fixer Exam, 5:00 PM.

The loud alarm on my wrist signaled the end of the third task, the Color War.

At the very last moment, the number of successful candidates stood at exactly 121.
At the start of the exam, there were 525 examinees.
The success rate was 23%, not even half of the theoretical maximum success rate.

Well, to be fair, a lot of people gave up due to the dangerous environment of Reverse Mountain.
Once someone gives up, their marks become unusable, which made things problematic.

Due to that, marks became scarce, and the resulting infighting caused groups to break apart.
The logic of survival of the fittest took precedence over political power within groups.
Naturally, those who lacked the strength to protect themselves were bound to drop out.

In the end, becoming a Fixer wasn’t an easy task.
It wasn’t for nothing that Fixers were treated as icons of trust and given worldwide privilege.

“If those who dropped out could see me, the one who passed by simply breathing and blinking... they’d be furious.”