After Osuna entered the inner arena, the invigilator summoned another clay golem. These golems were easy to make, having been crafted by the third-year magic students at Tower Academy as part of their final exam. Those that passed the exam would be used as training for the freshmen, effectively killing two birds with one stone. Even if they were damaged, it wouldn't matter; they could be given to the second-year magic students as demonstration material, allowing them to familiarize themselves with the craft and attempt to repair it. If repaired, they could be used again.
In the end, those that were too broken to be repaired were disassembled into materials and parts and given to the next batch of third graders to make new golems. The sages of Emenas were always good at making use of things.
Seeing that the teacher had only summoned one golem, Osuna felt a little unconvinced. She had put so much effort into building momentum today, intending to make a name for herself during the end-of-year exams, when everyone was gathered together. But she hadn't expected an unknown black-haired girl to show up and disrupt her plans.
Not only did she get a score of 98, which was close to the full score, but her appearance was even slightly better than hers. This made her very annoyed and she also felt disgusted with the black-haired girl who stole her limelight.
Why did I painstakingly cultivate my character and deeds for so long, and finally bring them out today, only for this guy to jump out like a fool, show off his abilities, and then run off? Isn't it just a high rating? Why is he pretending to be a master? He even deliberately wears a hat to hide his true identity. Is he deliberately trying to tempt others' curiosity?
It was not until a long time after Loran Hill left that Osuna calmed down her inner restlessness. Fortunately, there were indeed many people to talk about today, and slowly, everyone's eyes and attention turned to her again.
"Teacher, can you awaken two golems? I also want to test my strength."
Looking at the purple-haired student who made the request, the invigilator said, "You can use two golems, but that will cause more damage, and I will be more strict in my evaluation of you."
"No problem."
Osuna nodded confidently. If that girl could do it, then she would have no problem either. This was just what the teacher said for show. He was simply afraid that others would follow suit and consume too many golems.
But no matter how many golems are consumed, what does it have to do with me? It wasn't me who created it.
Osuna looked at the two standing golems, her eyes shining brightly, then she waved her right hand forward, and a misty wind blew past. The movements and steps of these golems became slower and slower, until finally the roar stopped, and they fell down in front of her and collapsed.
The large chunks of dirt and the internal structure rolled around, allowing the onlookers behind to clearly see the scene. The color of the dirt seemed to be moldy, showing a gray color, and some metal parts were also rusted.
"This..." A student was a little confused and seemed to want to ask, but soon someone else answered first.
"This is Osuna. It is said that she is the witch who controls disease."
"No, can golems get sick too?" other students asked curiously.
"Disease is a concept. It's a state of abnormality and decay. While it's not as fast-acting and intense as a poison, it's very difficult to eliminate."
“Osuna!”
I don’t know who started it, but a group of people followed suit and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
“Osuna!”
“Osuna!”
The legend of the witch is widely spread in the world of Ivar. After being silent for hundreds of years, many young people and even the elderly have never seen a real witch, so the witch's evil reputation has gradually been forgotten, and more of a curiosity and yearning has emerged.
A beautiful girl who remains eternally young, possessing talents and powers beyond the ordinary, what an amazing existence!
This existence, which had only been heard of in poetry and legends, actually appeared beside him today. It was so surprising and magical that it immediately ignited the entire venue, and everyone cheered for this name.
Osuna, who had been a little worried, finally relaxed at this moment.
That's right, I was born to live a life in the spotlight. With huge fame, it will be much easier to get what I want in the future. With this thought in her mind, Osuna curled up the corners of her mouth slightly.
"Combat rating, 94 points."
The invigilator's quiet voice was like a slap in the face, cooling down the heated atmosphere.
Osuna was anxious and a surge of anger surged up in her heart. Just as she was about to argue about the unfairness of the score, someone below shouted it out in advance. It was the boy who had failed before.
“Why?”
"Why is Osuna rated so low and the previous girl rated so high? It's not fair at all."
"Yes, we want fairness!"
Several girls who were close to Osuna also shouted in agreement, and then more and more people followed suit, as if they were just looking to watch the fun and not mind making trouble.
"The invigilator's grading was unfair."
"Falsification."
"Favoring someone."
Some students who hadn't passed the exam started shouting too, venting their frustrations. It wasn't that I wasn't good enough, but rather that the teacher was partial. Some students faced easier golems, while theirs was much harder.
Yes, I am not wrong, it’s just that this world is too dark and too evil.
Although not everyone thinks so extremely, many students begin to comfort themselves in this direction and vent their dissatisfaction.
The students who can come to Emenas are all the best among their peers. In their hometowns and families, they are all loved and admired by thousands. Perhaps the last-place student you look down upon may be a local bully and the most talented one in their hometown.
It’s just that the competition is too fierce. These former geniuses find it hard to accept that they are at the bottom or last in their class or grade. The huge psychological gap has accumulated a lot of frustration in their hearts, and it finally broke out today.
At first, the students just complained about the teacher's unfairness. After a while, some of them began to suspect that there were problems with Emenas' assessment methods and projects, which failed to demonstrate their strengths and buried their talents.
In this way, the psychological balance that had been unbalanced for a long time finally found a balance point, that is, there was something wrong with the school and the teacher's approach.
In the battle garden, students upstairs and downstairs began to shout in unison.
The gradually chaotic conference hall caused the Sequence 7 invigilator to frown. He extended his right hand, and a continuously shrinking transparent sphere formed in the air, then rapidly expanded, instantly suppressing the overwhelming noise in the conference hall.
The students present tried to speak, but their voices were blocked. They were like fish with their heads tilted back, their voices lost. It was then that the stern-faced invigilator spoke.
"If you feel bad about it, you can drop out. The school doesn't owe you anything."
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