Yue Shi wanted to ask more, but before he could speak, the doctor took the initiative to say, “I know why you’re staying here. You want to fish for information, don’t you?”
“According to certain unspoken rules of the school, I cannot reveal too much to you, but I can give you two pieces of advice.”
Yue Shi listened intently.
The doctor lowered his voice. “First, you must take the exams seriously.”
“Second, graduate as soon as possible. Do not linger here for too long.”
“As for anything else, I cannot disclose it.”
Having said that, he raised his hand to see his guest out.
Yue Shi immediately stood up politely. He didn't shamelessly linger, nor did he intend to use violence to pry more information out of the doctor's mouth.
Having finally established a connection with the doctor, he didn't want to ruin this network while his path ahead remained unclear.
“Thank you,” Yue Shi said in gratitude.
The doctor ignored him, looking down to flip through a medical journal.
Yue Shi turned and walked out of the infirmary.
The door closed behind him with a soft click. The corridor was silent, with only the echo of his own footsteps.
He pulled out his student card and glanced at the black lotus mark again.
He had scored a zero on this placement test, meaning there was no money in the card. His medical fees had been waived thanks to his connections.
But what about next time? Or the time after that?
He couldn't rely on someone else's favor every single time.
...
Yue Shi spent some more time wandering around the school.
He walked through the teaching buildings, laboratory buildings, library, gymnasium, cafeteria, and dormitory buildings.
In addition to the freshmen, he encountered several individuals who appeared to be seniors—students who had likely arrived at the school much earlier. They were few in number and always in a hurry.
Yue Shi noticed that almost all of them had some form of disability. Some were missing arms, others were missing legs, and some were even missing half of their heads.
Yue Shi tried to stop one to ask about the situation, but as soon as those people saw him approaching from a distance, they would actively avoid him, making it impossible to exchange even a single word.
Over an hour later, a broadcast rang out: “The exam has ended. All candidates, please stop writing.”
People began to file out of the exam rooms, first in twos and threes, then in larger groups.
Many who knew each other gathered together, whispering their complaints.
“What kind of bullshit questions were those? Asking me about the magical effects of Lava Octopus blood? I’ve never even heard of that octopus.”
“There was another question asking ‘Why does the Holy Sword of Physics have such extreme lethality against mythical creatures?’ How the hell should I know?!”
“No idea. Anyway, I just picked C for all the multiple-choice questions.”
“I picked C for everything too.”
“Same here. Surely a few of them have to be right.”
Some freshmen were trying to recruit others to form temporary teams, hoping to find safety in numbers. They had already realized this school was not simple; even being a True God meant nothing here, and sticking together was the best option.
About ten minutes later, the loudspeaker crackled to life again: “Attention freshmen, the placement test papers have been graded. It is now time to announce the results!”
The playground fell silent instantly. No one was looking forward to their scores.
With those bizarre questions—multiple-choice, fill-in-the-blanks, true/false, short answers, and essays with no known answers—everyone knew they had performed poorly.
No one was excited, but everyone was waiting.
Report cards appeared out of thin air in everyone's hands, just like the student cards had.
Yue Shi glanced at his own score.
【Score: 0. Remarks: Violating candidate, result invalidated.】
The sound of surrounding discussions rose like a tide.
“How is this possible? I guessed on at least twenty multiple-choice questions, so how do I only have 3 points?!”
“3 points isn't bad. I only have 1.”
“Wait, look at the rankings. Someone actually passed!”
The top few names on the leaderboard had indeed passed, drawing everyone's attention.
“Ranked first is Xi Shen with 62 points. How did he do it? To actually be able to answer those kinds of questions!”
“Did he use some special method?”
“Maybe he’s just naturally knowledgeable? Who cares how he did it; passing is a skill in itself.”
At that moment, the loudspeaker rang again: “Students who failed must receive punishment.”
The entire field went silent.
A second later, the punishment descended.
“Aah!” Cries of pain erupted from all directions simultaneously.
Some clutched their arms, some held their legs, and others looked down at their suddenly empty sleeves, grimacing in agony.
Everyone who failed suffered an unknown slash.
The lower the score, the heavier the punishment, and the more body parts were severed.
For those with scores in the single digits, some had entire arms severed from the shoulder, while others had a leg cut off from the hip.
None of them were ordinary people, and they all tried to use their abilities to stop the bleeding and repair themselves, using every means they could think of to reattach their severed limbs.
But just like Yue Shi, they quickly discovered that the limbs would not go back on.
No matter what method they used, the severed limbs could not be restored, the wounds would not heal, and the pain was exceptionally intense.
These existences, comparable to True Gods, were now like a swarm of insects with their wings clipped.
Wails of agony filled the playground. The freshmen who had been complaining about the exam questions just a moment ago now looked terrible, clutching their severed limbs while cold sweat poured down their bodies.
The loudspeaker broadcasted again, its voice seemingly a bit more cheerful: “Freshmen, please note: the punishment for failing an exam is a school rule. It is irresistible and irreversible. But do not be discouraged; every future exam is an opportunity for you to make amends. As long as you prepare seriously and study hard, you will surely achieve good grades and graduate smoothly~”
A wave of curses broke out from the crowd.
What kind of garbage school was this? It was simply inhuman!
Some people didn't bleed; instead, energy leaked from their wounds and quickly dissipated into the air.
Others had blood that shone like brilliant gold, dripping onto the ground with a rhythmic patter before soaking into the earth and vanishing.
The limbs of a True God, even if severed and separated from the body, should theoretically possess immense vitality.
But the current situation seemed wrong. The vitality of the severed limbs was draining rapidly, and the power that these individuals unconsciously emitted out of pain or anger could not spread.
Yue Shi stood on the edge of the crowd, watching it all. His head had already been reattached, and the pain was gone.
But his body could remember that agony—it was something that couldn't be blocked, ignored, or lessened by any means. It was pure torture.
The snow leopard lay in his arms, its tail flicking back and forth.
The ghost continued to be emo, not saying a word.
The wind blew across the playground, carrying the scent of blood.
The freshmen who had been trying to form alliances earlier were all quiet now. They clutched their wounds, watching their blood flow bit by bit, feeling the pain gnaw at their nerves.
Someone noticed Yue Shi.
Many had seen him be decapitated earlier, but now he was perfectly intact.
A one-armed man walked toward Yue Shi and asked urgently, “Hey kid, wasn't your head cut off? How did you fix it?”
Others nearby pricked up their ears.
“Go to the infirmary,” Yue Shi said.
He didn't hide anything, nor did he take the opportunity to scam anyone. There were too many smart people here; those with quick reactions were already heading toward the infirmary.
Rate on N.U.
