In the exam room, a man who looked like a high school student chuckled to himself.
He wasn't just any high schooler; he was a senior, currently at the peak of his life's knowledge reserves.
Even after transmigrating, he hadn't let his studies fall by the wayside, because his ability was related to learning.
The knowledge he had learned was not only unforgotten but had become even more solid, transforming into his power.
He scanned the room. The show-off Dragon Aotian types were agonizingly clutching their hair, and the golden, shining gods and buddhas were all wearing expressions of worry.
He could tell at a glance that these people had likely returned all their knowledge to their teachers long ago. They would be lucky to even get a passing grade.
But him? He could easily score 500 points!
Compared to the others, he was practically a genius scholar!
Basking in the sunlight streaming through the window, a mysterious, confident smile played across his lips as he opened the test paper and picked up his pen to begin.
Then, he turned to stone.
Fill-in-the-blank: 【The Riddle Malice Cat originates from ______, and is a primary ingredient in the ______ magic formula.】
The tip of his pen hovered over the answer sheet, motionless.
He looked further down at the other questions.
Multiple-choice: 【What are the basic elemental attributes of Chakra? ( )】
A. Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth
B. Wind, Lightning, Water, Fire, Earth
C. Earth, Water, Fire, Wind
D. None of the above.
True/False: 【Under the school rules of the 'Multi-World Joint Higher Vocational School,' students are permitted to use secret arts to peek at others' answers during exams. ( )】
Short answer: 【Briefly describe the process by which a belief-based organism is born from the faith of sentient beings.】
Essay: 【If you encounter a question you cannot solve during an exam, would you choose to: A. Honestly leave it blank B. Write something random C. Cheat D. Kill the person who wrote the test. Please discuss your choice and its potential consequences.】
He read through the entire paper, his hands trembling. He tried to take deep breaths, his chest heaving violently. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and the hand holding the pen shook uncontrollably.
What the hell is all this?!
...
Decapitation was not a significant issue for Yue Shi.
An existence like his wouldn't die even if he were split in half vertically, let alone just having his head cut off.
He picked up his head with one hand, intending to place it back onto his neck.
The problem was, the head wouldn't go back on.
He aligned the cross-section of his skull with the cut on his neck and tried to fuse them back together.
But it was useless.
There was no blood at the site of the wound, only a void of pitch-black. It was exceptionally painful, a sensation that pierced deep into his marrow.
Worst of all, he couldn't block this sensation of pain; he had to endure it through sheer willpower.
Yue Shi's brow furrowed in agony, his teeth clenched, his expression contorted into a grimace.
The ghost stood beside him, cautious and silent. It was because of him that Yue Shi had been kicked out of the exam room and decapitated.
He didn't have a student card and didn't know what his status was in this school. Having just dragged Yue Shi down, he was naturally trembling with fear.
Yue Shi tried various methods, but none could restore his body. He soon realized that the decapitation was a punishment from the school rules.
The priority of the school rules was extremely high—so high that he could not resist them at all. The forced decapitation, the inability to reattach his head, and the unblockable pain...
All these phenomena pointed to one fact: in this school, rules were supreme. Even an existence at the True God level was merely a student here and had to obey the school rules.
Holding his own head, Yue Shi pondered for a moment before saying, “Let’s go. To the infirmary.”
Since the decapitation was an injury sustained due to the school rules, then according to normal school logic, one should go to the infirmary when injured.
...
A red cross was pasted on the door of the infirmary, looking no different from one in an ordinary school.
Yue Shi pushed the door open and entered. The snow leopard crouched at the entrance, its gaze alert.
The doctor was a young man wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses. He didn't look like a doctor; he looked like a domineering CEO.
He glanced at the decapitated Yue Shi, his expression unchanging. He said with extreme composure, “This condition can be treated, but you must swipe your student card to pay the medical fees.”
“Judging by your appearance, you must be a new freshman. Your card is likely empty, so just endure it for a while. It’s not like you’re going to die anytime soon anyway.”
Yue Shi placed his head on the desk, pulled his student card from his pocket, and asked, “How do I top up the student card?”
The doctor scanned Yue Shi's student card. His originally impatient expression suddenly froze. He spoke slowly, “There is no channel to top up a student card. Your score for each exam is the spending limit on your card.”
Yue Shi was initially confused—why was the doctor willing to reveal such important information?
Then his brow furrowed deeply. If exam scores were the spending limit, then the placement test score was a freshman's initial capital?
Dammit, this school really dug a pit for the freshmen. They actually hid such crucial information and never mentioned it!
If he hadn't been kicked out and had participated in the placement test normally, no matter what his score was, he would at least have some usable credit on his card.
But now his score was zero, meaning he had not a single cent on his card. This implied he could do nothing in this school.
However, the doctor then said, “Seeing how pitiful you look, I can give you a free treatment this time. But don't expect it again.”
Yue Shi was taken down. The doctor had clearly been impatient just a moment ago; why had he suddenly become so gentle?
It seemed the doctor's attitude had changed right after Yue Shi took out his student card.
He looked thoughtfully at his student card, his finger brushing over that black lotus mark.
The doctor treated Yue Shi with a steady hand, gently placing the head back onto the neck.
With just that simple movement, a few seconds later, Yue Shi's neck was completely restored. No scar remained, and the pain was gone.
Yue Shi moved his neck, his cervical vertebrae making a cracking sound.
Before he could ask anything, the doctor spoke first: “What is your relationship with Tang Zhuhe?”
In an instant, Yue Shi understood. The reason the doctor's attitude shifted after seeing the student card and why he was willing to provide free treatment...
It was all because of Tang Zhuhe!
He hadn't expected Director Tang to actually help him. It seemed the black lotus mark wasn't a trap, but something like a letter of recommendation.
Yue Shi flashed a smile and lied without batting an eye: “She’s a good friend of mine.”
The doctor's expression was subtle as he pushed up his glasses. “That woman actually has friends? You’re joking.”
“We’re old acquaintances,” Yue Shi said with a sincere tone.
The doctor scoffed, clearly not believing him, but didn't press further. He simply waved a hand. “Forget it, it doesn't matter.”
Yue Shi immediately changed the subject. Having finally managed to establish a connection with a local NPC, he had to take the opportunity to gather more information.
He called the ghost out and asked, “Doctor, why doesn't he have a student card?”
The doctor cast a contemptuous glance at the ghost. “An information lifeform that is far too weak is not qualified to be a student of this school. He can only be considered your accessory. Essentially, he’s no different from your smartphone—in fact, he’s not even as good as your pet.”
The words were a bit hurtful. The ghost, daring to be angry but not to speak out, curled into a ball and went off to be emo by himself.
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