From the outside, the Mind House seemed to cover only a little over a hundred square meters. In reality, the moment they stepped inside, their view opened up at once.
Good grief. The living room alone, with more than fifty sets of tables and chairs, was over a thousand square meters. Small on the outside, large on the inside—it felt truly magical.
Spatial technology? Or some special ability of the Crafting Department?
Before He Zhao could think it through, the plain desktop lit up, and lines of text appeared.
[Please describe in detail the characteristics and flaws of the first-generation mechas.] [What is the operating principle of a Beam Gun?] [If you were to personally build yourself a mecha, which of the following equipment would you choose?]
For the other students, these questions might have been very difficult, but for him, they were simply a piece of cake.
After all, anyone who possessed two powerful skills—Mecha History (Gold) LV12 and <Universal Compendium of Human Galactic Empire Weapons> (Red) LV9—along with a reserve of knowledge at expert level within those fields, could handle them with ease.
He began writing and sketching on the desk, answering at an absurdly fast pace.
More than fifty people sat through the exam in complete silence. No one dared to secretly cheat.
Before they came, their families had warned them again and again: never even think about cheating. At the lighter end, it would only be a fine. More seriously, several generations of their family would be barred from applying to Sigma University. And if it was severe, things would be miserable—they would have their noble title stripped outright.
The group inside the house behaved honestly, but outside, things were far from peaceful.
Senior Brother and the Commoner Students had barely moved away from the Mind