The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

She seemed to have completely recovered from the shock she felt after the last exam.

Then Artis opened the box in her hand, and the light screen reappeared.

[Imperial Trade]

The subject of this exam is: Imperial Business School Comprehensive Exam.

[Category: Objective]

[Exam Format: Standard Exam]

Whispering and peeking at other people's answers are prohibited.

[Rankings of candidates with the same score will be determined by their time taken to complete the test]

The exam consists of 45 multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions.

The exam papers will be graded after submission, and scores will be displayed after all candidates have submitted their papers.

[Maximum score 100, 2-hour time limit]

243 The Ultimate Magic of Dekan

Dekan was taken aback when he saw the notification message in the barrier.

It was better than he had imagined.

He had assumed that Artis would choose a subject she was sure to win, such as Imperial Geography.

Therefore, Dekan basically had no hope of defeating Artis in this game.

Unexpectedly, Artis chose [Imperial Trade].

Without a doubt, they should send Morion.

Although Dekan himself could play.

However, business studies involve more than just mathematics; it also requires some specialized knowledge.

Decan's knowledge in this area is far inferior to Morion's.

This is Morion's specialty.

He could even call himself an expert.

However, Dekan felt that Artis had just...

It's possible that they really did randomly pick an objective-type exam.

It's also possible that they deliberately chose "Imperial Trade".

She learned from the last question that Morion was good at business.

Artis seemed to be determined to avenge her previous defeat, and knowing Morion's strengths, she deliberately chose to defeat him using those very strengths.

but.

This time, Artis.

They gave me a great opportunity.

If she only regarded Morion as an ordinary human youth, then she would be very wrong!

He is an absolute genius, a prodigy.

"Then it's your turn."

Dekan nudged Morion's arm with the back of his hand, urging him onto the field.

"no problem."

Morion nodded.

He didn't intend to refuse.

If they can win this round decisively, they can move on to the next level.

Now Morion has come to terms with it: what's meant to be will be, and what's meant to be will be.

I'll just stick to the normal way and clear the game.

We'll talk about what happens next.

Moreover, Morion has not given up hope of escaping the combined efforts of the Beautiful Minds trio.

Based on his known intelligence, he speculated.

There's still a tiny, albeit slight, possibility that someone even Dekan wouldn't have expected is being imprisoned on the lower level...

If Morion's guess is correct.

That extraordinary person whose behavior patterns even he cannot predict will surely bring about some unexpected changes.

……

So Morion went on stage and completed the candidate registration.

Meanwhile, Morion also discovered the existence of the exam papers.

Currently, we are in the pre-exam testing system demonstration and teaching process.

The exam is not a physical exam paper.

Instead, it's similar to the previous light screen, allowing users to directly select and enter numbers or short text on the screen.

Moreover, from any angle, it seems that no other candidates' exam papers can be seen.

"Alright, could you please excuse me before the exam begins?"

Artis looked at Dekan and asked.

After all, the specific score can be directly determined by the examination system, without the need for examiners.

Dekan staying here will only interfere with the exam.

"Then I'll go."

Dekan didn't say much and left the barrier area, which was this room.

"Dekan, are you trying to cause trouble?"

A faint voice came from the shadows, belonging to Teacher Cat.

"No, there's no need."

Although, in theory, Dekan could indeed do some minor things outside the barrier.

However, Artis's magical skills must be very high.

Dekan is not afraid of mages who are good at fighting, but he is very wary of mages who are dedicated to the study of magic.

If Artis discovers this, she might just turn on you and take action.

Because on this level, the warden has virtually no restrictions.

Artis has already done more than enough by keeping her promise and fighting them according to the rules.

She has followed the rules well enough, and Dekan has no need to take the initiative to overturn the table when he has the advantage.

and.

Morion should have no problem passing this subject.

……

One hour later.

The glow of the barrier covering the edge of the room dissipated.

This means that Morion and Artis have both completed their exams.

"You can come in now."

Artis's cold voice came from inside the room.

Dekan quickly returned to the study.

Morion's expression was somewhat complicated.

Artis, on the other hand, calmly sipped her tea while holding her teacup.

Judging from this, it's obvious who will win and who will lose.

"You lost?"

Dekan walked up to Morion and asked in confusion.

His expression seemed to ask Morion, "Are you acting like me?"

"I tried my best, but I just couldn't beat her, this eternal test-taker."

Morion shook his head, admitting defeat.

"You are indeed very talented, more so than any human I have ever met."

Artis said,

"But ultimately, it did not reach the limits of humanity, and it could not compare with immortal beings."

Her tone was full of a sense of "I am the only one who matters".

She and Morion both got full marks on the test just now.

However, she finished in just 16 minutes and 3 seconds.

It took Morion almost an hour to finish.

What has been accumulated over thousands of years is not just a vast ocean of knowledge like a library.

And then there's that level of proficiency that a human could never achieve even in a lifetime of training.

Generally speaking, no demon could be so dedicated to learning.

However, Artis is a freak.

It seems that he has not gone mad after studying for thousands of years; on the contrary, his thirst for knowledge continues to expand as if it could never be filled.