"Standing in front of the device, Elijah took a deep breath. On the surface of the device, there was a depression shaped like a palm. As he placed his hand on it, a sudden sharp pain stung his palm, and then a drop of blood was absorbed by the device. Immediately after, a peculiar energy passed through the depression and into Elijah's body. In an instant, his blood began to circulate rapidly, his body felt somewhat feverish, and a strong energy kept coursing through him.
The device began to vibrate violently! On the display, a golden, large 'nine' appeared. As the 'nine' grew larger and larger, even the teacher beside him widened his eyes in amazement!
A genius! A genius with nine patterns! In this county town, there had never been a nine-patterned egg. Unexpectedly...
Today, they were fortunate to witness it! But just at that moment...
"Sir, the device is broken," Elijah said, looking at the closed door and then at the teacher in charge of the test.
"Ah?" "It's not broken, is it?"
The teacher was stunned for a moment, not quite grasping the situation. Elijah clenched his fist, punched the display, and the screen... shattered. Of course, the cost was that Elijah's palm was also cut by the glass fragments, and blood dripped down.
Elijah tried to suppress the restlessness of the blood within him, turned his head to the teacher, and said, "Now it's broken."
The teacher finally understood what was going on and nodded subconsciously, "You're... quite right."
...
"The device at this window needs repair."
"You guys go to the other two lines."
He hurriedly opened the door, instructed the people waiting in line outside, and then looked at Elijah with a gloomy expression, "Destroying public property, come with me!"
With that, a shadow of a blue bird appeared behind him, with three dark green gems embedded on the bird's forehead. Then, he grabbed Elijah and flew away directly.
For a moment, there were wails everywhere, and the students behind him harbored a deep resentment towards Elijah. In Elijah's eyes, wisps of light black smoke rose from their heads, gathered towards him, and were finally absorbed into the scroll in his mind.
And the dimmest edge of the scroll suddenly brightened.
A metal rod.
Nine golden patterns, like golden dragons, were entwined around it.
This scroll, which had been silent for more than ten years, finally showed something unusual from this moment...
...
Principal's Office.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was somewhat heavy. The teacher in charge of the test reported the situation in detail and then left. The principal was seriously examining Elijah, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath.
"Elijah, you entered the school half a year ago."
"18 years old."
"From the City of Sin, you just got the only spot available every year to leave the City of Sin."
"The information is correct, right?"
The principal's gaze was always fixed on Elijah's eyes, trying to see something in him. But unfortunately.
Elijah has always been... absent-minded.
Even the principal's words took a moment for him to react: "Ah?"
"Hmm."
After replying in a somewhat dull tone, Elijah fell into a daze again.
The principal's eyebrows were deeply furrowed.
The City of Sin...
All along, in the human race, the City of Sin has not been a good pronoun.
Sin, darkness, inhumanity...
As if all the negative words that can be imagined in this world can be used on the people of the City of Sin.
A ten-patterned egg...
A favored child of heaven, who may even reach the peak in the future.
If this talent came from a young talent with a good background, it would definitely be a blessing for the human race.
But the City of Sin...
If it really pours resources into training a villain, it would be a disaster.
So the principal was eager to see something in Elijah, but the result was disappointing.
Little did he know that Elijah was also in confusion at this time.
At the moment of awakening, the scroll in his mind, which had been silent for eighteen years, finally unfolded, and when the students complained, it seemed that a special energy surged in.
At this moment, in the corner of the scroll, a rod coiled with a golden dragon had already faintly emitted light.
"Sure enough, as I expected, the scroll will unfold during the awakening, right?"
"But what is that special energy?"
"What do the patterns in this scroll represent?"
Elijah fell into deep thought.
Seeing Elijah, who was not interested in talking to himself at all, the principal couldn't help but doubt life.
A ten-patterned egg, isn't this person excited?
The principal personally met, don't you want to talk?
"By the way, Elijah, I'm curious to ask, if... I mean, if there is such a day, if you awaken six times, or even nine times, what do you want to do?"
Seeing that if he didn't speak again, the day would be over, the principal finally couldn't help but speak again, 'hinting' and asking.
"Serve the people."
Elijah was still observing the scene in the scroll, and said casually.
The principal was shocked.
What kind of consciousness is this?
Is this really something a citizen from the City of Sin can say?
Listen!
Serve the people, how well said!
"What have you done for this ideal before?"
The principal asked again, probing.
After several times of asking, Elijah finally came back to his senses from that chaotic state, pondered for two seconds, and said, "My father went to prostitution yesterday, and I reported him personally, does it count?"
...
The principal was in a mess again.
"You go back and rest first, don't tell anyone about the results of this awakening, I will arrange your future studies."
"In fact, with your current talent, you can enter any university at will."
"About this, if you have any thoughts, you can also..." The principal's words were half said, as if he remembered something, and then he waved helplessly: "I'm afraid your father won't be able to come out for a while, you study by yourself."
Elijah got up, respectfully bowed slightly to the principal: "Goodbye, principal."
There was no problem with etiquette, and Elijah turned and left.
Looking at the back of Elijah, the principal sighed helplessly, holding his forehead in pain.
Normally, in their remote place, if there was a ten-patterned egg, he, as the principal, could brag for a lifetime, but why is it from the City of Sin...