The atmosphere at the school was charged with an unusual intensity for the university test
as Long Su arrived. an assortment of military vehicles and stern-faced soldiers milled about, their presence lending an air of gravity to the proceedings.
Unperturbed by the commotion, the school had likely heightened security measures in response to recent events.
As he made his way onto the school grounds, a commanding voice boomed from the speakers, instructing third-year students to convene at the playground.
He followed the tide of students, curiosity mingling with a sense of anticipation.
The playground had undergone a dramatic transformation, its once-familiar landscape now dominated by an array of metal rooms.
Stationed at each entrance was a stoic figure clad in military attire, their swords glinting ominously in the sunlight.
Recognizing them as spiritual checking rooms, Long Su felt a flicker of excitement—the university examinations were about to commence.
A figure approached him from behind, their footsteps ringing out against the metal flooring.
Turning, Long Su found himself under the scrutiny of two inquisitive gazes.
"Only third-year students should gather here," one of them informed him, their voice firm yet respectful.
"The rest should return to their classrooms."
Long Su proffered his student card in response.
"I am a third-year student."
Accepting the card, the figure studied it for a moment before returning it to Long Su, their eyes lingering on him with a hint of curiosity.
"Find an empty room," they instructed. "The test will begin shortly."
Navigating the labyrinth of metal rooms, Long Su soon found himself at the entrance of Room No. 961.
With a steadying breath, he stepped inside, the door closing firmly behind him.
The room was sparsely furnished, its walls lined with arcane markings that pulsed with a soft, ethereal glow.
A soldier stationed outside the door spoke into a walkie-talkie, their voice crackling through the static.
"Checking Room No. 961,
body check is currently normal.
Spiritual check normal."
"The student is in good condition; no other spirits have been found, and no fixed space passages have been detected."
As the words reverberated through the room, Long Su felt a surge of anticipation.
The stringent protocols surrounding the university examinations were a testament to the importance of identifying potential threats from the dungeon world.
Students and lords alike, upon their return, were subjected to thorough screenings, lest they inadvertently brought harm to the very society they sought to protect.
As the first test drew to a close, Long Su steeled himself for the next test that face him ahead—the growth testing room.
This crucial evaluation would determine whether his seed world possessed the potential to evolve into a Demi-World, an essential foundation for any lord seeking to advance beyond Level 7.
For those born into affluent families, this hurdle could be overcome with the guidance and resources provided by their elders.
However, for students like Long Su, the path to securing a Demi-World was fraught with challenges, often driving them to enlist in the military to bolster their prospects.
A figure dressed in a pristine white robe approached Long Su, their demeanor exuding an air of authority.
"Classmate," they addressed him, "come with me. We shall proceed to the growth testing room."
Long Su followed the staff member through the maze of spiritual enlightenment rooms, some still aglow with the light of ongoing examinations.
The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, each room a gateway to a brighter future for those within.
As they arrived at the testing room, nestled beneath the teachers' building, Long Su was struck by the stark contrast between this space and the previous one.
The clean, brightly lit hall exuded an air of professionalism, the refreshing scent of air freshener mingling with the cool breeze from the air conditioning.
"Classmate," the staff member said, gesturing towards a door marked 'Testing Room 3',
"I wish you a fruitful awakening." With a nod of gratitude, Long Su proceeded into the room, the door clicking shut behind him.
Seated across from him was a peculiar figure, their black attire offset by a shock of vibrant green hair.
Despite their unconventional appearance, Long Su knew better than to judge based on appearances alone.
As Teacher Li had cautioned, each examiner, regardless of age or appearance, was to be treated with the respect befitting their role.
"Greetings, teacher," Long Su offered politely as he took his seat.
The examiner, who had been perusing a stack of documents, glanced up at the sound of Long Su's voice.
Their eyes betrayed a hint of warmth as they regarded the young student before them.
"Welcome, Long Su," they said, setting aside the papers. "Let us begin."
"First, we will evaluate your blood's capacity for absorbing faith points,"
the examiner announced, producing a syringe.
Gesturing for Long Su to extend his arm, the examiner skillfully drew a small vial of blood, setting it within a curious device that began to emit a faint, magical aura.
"In rare instances, certain individuals exhibit a resistance to faith point absorption,"
the examiner explained as the machine whirred to life, processing the blood sample.
"Such a condition can hinder their progress compared to those unaffected."
Moments later, the machine produced a paper report, which the examiner perused with discerning eye.
"Congratulations, student Long Su," he declared, a warm smile creasing his features. "Your blood has successfully awakened, and you should have no issues with faith point absorption."
Despite having long been aware of this fact, Long Su couldn't help but mirror the examiner's smile, a sense of relief washing over him.
As his excitement subsided, the examiner continued, "Your blood exhibits a predisposition towards the spellcaster archetype. Let us proceed with assessing your spellcaster talent."
With a nod of acquiescence, Long Su watched as the examiner retrieved a crystal ball, its milky white surface glistening beneath the room's luminescence.
"Simply place your hands upon the crystal and focus your thoughts," the examiner instructed, demonstrating the process.
Long Su, his palms pressed against the cool, smooth surface of the crystal ball, felt a surge of anticipation.
The examiner observed his actions with an amused smile, undoubtedly reminded of the countless students who had performed this very ritual in pursuit of their dreams.
As Long Su's concentration deepened, the crystal ball began to undergo a mesmerizing metamorphosis.
Swirling tendrils of deepest black intertwined with verdant hues, casting an ethereal glow upon Long Su's features.
The examiner's gaze intensified, his seasoned eyes deciphering the complex patterns that emerged within the crystal's depths.
"Your connection with the death and poison attributes is undeniably strong," the examiner mused, his voice tinged with admiration.
" congratulations students, You possess a remarkable affinity for the spellcaster path."
As the crystal ball's luminosity gradually dimmed, Long Su withdrew his hands, the examiner's words echoing in his mind.
" classmate, long su, your test is over. Take this paper, and the soldiers outside will guide you towards the university meeting room."
" thank you teacher "
With newfound confidence, he knew that his potential as a spellcaster would open countless doors.
The examination had illuminated the promise that lay within Long Su—a promise he was determined to fulfill.
As he exited the testing room
"Boom!"