Resurrection Empire

Chapter 1492: Chapter 561: Supreme Honor (Part 3)

Ren Zhong nodded slightly to indicate his understanding and thanked Marquis Zhenjiang for the thoughtful arrangement.

At the top of the high platform, a middle-aged man dressed in the Empire Royal Family’s elegant robe was smiling, waiting for him.

This middle-aged man was a High Rank Deacon from the central region’s Empire Administration Department, a bona fide Royal Family Earl, specializing in the enfeoffment business, and only handling the enfeoffment of core Earls highly valued by the Royal Family.

The appearance of this High Rank Deacon here already proved the Royal Family’s regard for Ren Zhong.

Many with broader knowledge and a greater familiarity with the Empire’s unwritten rules had already reached a conclusion in their hearts.

The final evaluation score for Earl Red Blade would undoubtedly not be low; the only suspense lies in just how high it may be.

This suspense did not linger long; after Ren Zhong took the stage, the High Rank Deacon immediately began his announcement, without much small talk, summarizing Ren Zhong’s many achievements over the past century of evaluation in a very concise and straightforward manner, followed by a full-scale index score for the Red Blade Clan and Ren Zhong himself.

The scoring mechanism bore a remarkable similarity to the Source Star Pu Cha system which Ren Zhong had once detested deeply, likely because those nine old fellows lazily copied some internal management mechanisms from the Empire when establishing the Source Star Colony back in the day.

The High Rank Deacon took out an envelope with a seal from his hand, glanced at Ren Zhong beside him, and smiled: "Inside this envelope is the final evaluation report transmitted from the Empire Administration Department’s highest noble title assessment office two hours ago. Ren Zhong, do you feel a little nervous at this moment?"

Ren Zhong smiled slightly, "Somewhat."

The High Rank Deacon asked again, "Why are you so confidently calm?"

Ren Zhong made a contemplative expression, "Because I have waited for this moment for a hundred years. From the initial nervousness and apprehension to later acceptance, I gradually even almost forgot about this matter. I only knew to methodically do my job, let my clan live a better life, create more wealth for the Empire, be it material, technological, spiritual, or even in management practices. My clan and I have already become accustomed to the process of striving, so now facing this final evaluation, I am no longer concerned. Because I trust His Majesty, and trust all the lords, I believe there must be reason in each decision made by the lords. So, regardless of the evaluation received, I will unconditionally accept it and will remain loyal to His Majesty and the Empire as always. Therefore, the actual result is no longer important."

The High Rank Deacon paused for a moment.

He genuinely didn’t expect Ren Zhong to respond in such a way.

As a newly promoted noble, how can one be indifferent to the evaluation result? Isn’t this rebellious?

Yet the High Rank Deacon could not find any fault in Ren Zhong’s words. Listening to Ren Zhong, it seemed even if he were given the lowest score, clearly unfair, he would accept it gladly. Can there be a more loyal statement than this?

"The Empire is truly fortunate to receive your allegiance, Earl Red Blade."

The High Rank Deacon was so moved by emotion that he slightly broke from protocol.

By usual practice, as the host of the enfeoffment ceremony, he should only call Ren Zhong by name before the ceremony ends, not mention the specific noble title.

Given his experience, he shouldn’t make this mistake.

But obviously, no one cared about these minor details now.

Ren Zhong bowed, "You flatter me, my lord."

"Good. I’ll begin now."

Ren Zhong: "Please."

The High Rank Deacon took a deep breath, then tore open the envelope and loudly announced: "Red Blade Clan Military Capability Assessment: one hundred thousand points! Perfect score!"

The crowd below erupted in cheers.

This perfect score was indisputable, completely deserved. The formidable fighting strength of the Red Blade Army needed no additional proof.

"Red Blade Clan Military Potential Assessment: one hundred thousand points! Perfect score!"

As the High Rank Deacon announced another perfect score, the onlookers below and spectators watching the live broadcast from other regions were immediately in awe.

Current capability and future potential are two concepts that seem related but are fundamentally different.

Some races, no matter how invincible they seem now, will gradually hit a bottleneck as their power expands, their population increases, and the scale of wars they partake in grows ever larger.

This bottleneck could be physiological and psychological flaws of the race, or even inherent deficiencies in their scientific research capabilities and productivity.

Therefore, until now, within the Mechanical Empire, it is exceedingly rare for new noble citizens to receive a perfect score for military potential—although even Marquis Zhenjiang wasn’t awarded a perfect score for military potential during their enfeoffment.

But the High Rank Deacon didn’t let the crowd stay noisy for too long and continued: "Red Blade Clan Current Production Capacity Assessment: one hundred thousand points! Perfect score!"

This held no suspense; since the advent of the super cash cow—Invisible Coating—emerged, even if the Red Blade Clan produced no other products, they were worth this production capacity perfect score assessment.

But the next second left people dumbfounded.

"Red Blade Clan Production Capacity Potential Assessment: one hundred thousand points! Perfect score!"

Another perfect potential score.

"Red Blade Clan Individual Average Work Efficiency Assessment: one hundred thousand points..."

...

"Scientific Research Capability: Perfect score!"

"Scientific Research Potential: Perfect score!"

...

"Race Artistic Creativity Score: ninety-seven thousand two hundred thirty-one!"

"Race Biological Gene Diversity Score: one hundred thousand points, perfect score!"

...

"Race Loyalty Stability: Perfect score!"

"Top Talent Aptitude Assessment: Perfect score!"

In just ten minutes, the High Rank Deacon finished announcing a total of one hundred and twenty-two evaluation indicators.

An unprecedented miracle had occurred; aside from an exceedingly few indicators falling short of perfect scores, receiving "low scores" in the ninety-thousands, the vast majority were all perfect scores.

Yet before anyone could properly marvel, the High Rank Deacon continued in an even more passionate tone: "Next, is Ren Zhong’s personal assessment. Everyone, the main event is coming."

The chatter ceased, and the venue fell into silence.

Viewers’ minds buzzed.

Even Marvell Louis, who had already anticipated Ren Zhong’s scores to be particularly high, silently cursed in his heart.

What in the world, the race abilities are already at such levels, how is it not the main event? What do you mean, really?