Master of Kaidan-Chapter 538: Doing Too Well on the Exam Can Also Be a Problem
Chapter 538: Chapter 538: Doing Too Well on the Exam Can Also Be a Problem
After finishing the last subject, Liberal Arts Comprehensive, Feng Xue dismissively shook her hands, finding all five subjects’ test papers to be illusory, yet with subtle differences in their remarks.
The Chinese exam was the simplest, merely forbidding the submission of a blank sheet, while the math exam was far more excessive—whether mindlessly copying formulas or thoughtlessly filling in "ABCD," nothing would leave a trace on the paper; only by truly contemplating and working out the problems could one actually engage in answering the questions.
Liberal Arts Comprehensive was similar to math; the remark "You think you’re the one ’getting more marks by hearting’", allowed only for writing content one understood, which made Feng Xue very grateful for possessing the "Seven-orifice Exquisite" power.
English was somewhat better, with its simple remark, reminiscent of Grey Wolf, "Can you read this?", which might have been a deadly proposition for many students, but with the help of translation magic, Feng Xue found the task well within her abilities.
The Science Comprehensive paper was tolerable; at least there were no restrictions on answering, one could fill in whatever they liked, and although it remarked, "What you answer is your life," there was nothing noteworthy about it as long as Feng Xue answered everything correctly.
Handing in her test paper, Feng Xue felt nothing but exhaustion. She had barely taken two steps when she suddenly hurtled backward, tumbling several times on the ground before ending up in an "Open Mouth and Close Eyes" state. freewёbnoνel.com
That wasn’t all; on the display inside her Masked Rider helmet, an incessant stream of error warnings flashed by, as if on the verge of exploding.
"What the hell?!" Feng Xue’s eyes bulged, utterly baffled by what she had triggered to be violently thrown into the "Open Mouth and Close Eyes" position.
Glancing at her classmates, she noticed that the entire classroom had somehow become ghostly without her knowledge, with some students’ necks twisted at impossible angles, others simply writhing or crawling on the floor, and one guy appeared as if slammed by a Big Hammer, completely flattened against the ground. If it hadn’t been for seeing him go down with her own eyes, Feng Xue couldn’t have discerned the carpet as a person!
"Damn it!" With a slap of her hand, she sprung up from the ground and swiftly exited the examination hall, only to hear an irate voice by her ear—
"I know you’re happy to finish the exam, but running in the hallways is dangerous!"
As the voice faded, Feng Xue felt her body suddenly stiffen, then saw the invigilator walking past her with the test papers, muttering as he went:
"This time it’s fine, but don’t let it happen again!"
"Uh, it’s not some kind of homicidal rule I’ve triggered?" Feng Xue slightly frowned, finding she was merely afflicted with a speed-debuffing curse. Turning back to the exam hall, she saw the classmates still acting like freakish mutants, seemingly unaware of anything amiss, idly chattering post-exam.
"What’s actually happening?"
Feng Xue had no clarity about her current predicament, but at that moment, another piece of her Masked Rider Armor exploded off her.
Forcing herself to suppress her shock, Feng Xue rapidly scanned the error pop-ups on the display, and then she discovered that her Masked Rider System’s operating system had begun to malfunction!
No, two pieces were still fine—one was Mystical Lord’s Iron Armor, the other was the Masked Rider Orca’s Masked Rider Armor; the only difference between them and her self-crafted bamboo armor (bamboo Iron Man + Masked Rider System Energy Bottle) was that they were fundamentally illusionary.
"Does this attack not affect illusions?" Feng Xue supposed, but in the midst of her thoughts, another piece of bamboo armor exploded off her.
"Parameter error, how is that possible? Even though it’s handcrafted, it’s still a product of my powers, and even the energy is supplied by the Masked Rider Kaidan’s auxiliary systems (Energy Bottles, cartridges, books, Lock Seeds and such), fundamentally it’s all illusionary, so how can there be a parameter error?"
Leaning against the wall outside the exam hall, Feng Xue, unconcerned about the school corridor’s descent into chaotic frenzy, swiftly browsed through system parameters.
"Pi, gravitational acceleration, conductivity rate..."
Looking at each error message, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, then she suddenly went white as a sheet—
"Damn, that test paper!"
Yes, the test paper!
"What you answer is your life."
But the problem was, for many high school courses, calculations were simplified for convenience, treated as an integrated whole or just given a simplified numeric value!
Like treating the force on a bird as a single unit, or using g=9.8m/s² for gravitational acceleration, even approximating pi as 3.14.
Though these were mathematically correct, if they were applied in reality...
"This must fall under the category of mathematical martial weapons, right? Isn’t this overly abstract?"
Feng Xue once again grasped the concept that "the setting supersedes everything"; who could have imagined that such an innocuous test paper could hide such a terrifying pitfall?
"So the last Science Comprehensive I answered correctly was actually a mistake, should I have left a blank paper? Or should I only have answered non-numerical questions? While that would mean a low score, as long as the average is sufficient, I should be able to pass."
Feng Xue smirked, struggling to fathom how players without Identification abilities would weather such a diabolical trap.
Then she remembered a student who even with entrails turned to parasites managed to live tastily, and had an epiphany—
"Perhaps players who took an infectious route have sufficient resistance to physical damage? Speaking of which, the other ghost students seemed affected too, but since they’re ghosts, they withstand it. So, if I possess a ghost attribute with powers like sharing damage, Death Replacement, might I survive this ordeal?"
Feng Xue gained a deeper understanding of this broken game, but that brought an even greater headache.
After all, her bamboo armor was still exploding at a rate of every thirty seconds, and though she should be left with two illusory pieces as a last resort, the experience of having a plethora of Resurrection Coins versus only two was starkly different.
"This punishment shouldn’t be permanent, it must be related to that illusory item, as long as the illusion is destroyed, it should be fine!"
With this, Feng Xue didn’t linger anymore. She pulled out a small blanket from her bag, draped it over herself, activated Breath Concealment, and pursued the direction of the exam invigilator.
...
Two minutes later, Feng Xue stood outside the teachers’ office window, watching as the sophomore teachers mixed the papers in random order, growing anxious.
Because she didn’t know what could happen after the papers were graded.
She had to sort out the papers’ issues before grading!
Feng Xue drew a deep breath and fetched from her bag a prop she hadn’t used in a long time—
"Ding dong ding dong ding dong~~ (Doraemon sound effect)"
"A Suspicious Cardboard Box!"
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