Exam Questions

Three minutes after leaving the ward, the sanatorium exploded--

A massive blaze surged into the sky, and anguished screams rang out nonstop. Countless figures thrashed and struggled in the sea of fire, seemingly trying to escape, but the sanatorium's entrance was locked tight.

Despair, madness, collapse, and chaos—it was like a hellish asura realm.

Unable to escape or evade it, they could only end their lives in the flames. Every desire to live had turned into deep finger marks gouged into the door.

The fire behind them was simply too intense. Even with Bo Shuo's incredible speed, he couldn't escape safely.

At that moment, the Proctoring System issued a reminder.

(Exam time remaining: 30 min. Examinees, please answer the questions within the allotted time.)

"Begin answering."

His vision blurred, and the scene shifted instantly.

This was a very ordinary classroom. Several lines of large characters were written on the blackboard: "Remain calm and composed, and perform to your fullest."

A thirty-minute Countdown hung at the very top.

Before him, Gu Baiyu and Xu Yi had already chosen to begin answering.

Bo Shuo sat in his chair. The space between the seats was somewhat cramped, leaving nowhere to put his two long legs, so he could only bend them slightly to the side.

An exam paper appeared on the desk, with the questions for this examination written on it.

[Material: They all say I'm sick. No! No! No! This isn't a hospital. They're all devils. Lord, please save us.

A fire has started... Hahahahaha, I succeeded. I succeeded. We will all receive salvation.

Q1: Who is the "I" in the material? (20 points)

Q2: How exactly did this fire start? (30 points)

Q3: Complete the entire incident. (50 points)]

The first question was very simple: "Who am I?"

Without hesitation, Bo Shuo filled in the three characters "Zhang Mingjie."

But when he reached the second question, the tip of his pen paused slightly.

How had the fire started?

From what he had seen, the fire had ignited in the patients' throats. But how was that possible? How could a fire start in a patient's throat?

Bo Shuo frowned and began reviewing every clue he had encountered.

007 thoughtfully organized them all, then projected them into Bo Shuo's field of vision.

Bo Shuo's gaze swept over the items before finally stopping on the circled p4 in the notes.

Wait.

p4.

Wasn't that phosphorus?

Bo Shuo had the system open the ingredient list for the cleaning supplies. Sure enough, the first ingredient listed was sodium hypophosphite.

The clues that followed undoubtedly supported Bo Shuo's guess: the flames that were difficult to extinguish, the pungent smell in the air, the several brown Glass Bottles beneath the bed, and the traces of chemical corrosion on Zhang Mingjie's arm.

Then the answer to this Newcomer's exam was obvious.

Zhang Mingjie, the protagonist of the material, had been sent to a conversion camp. After enduring day after day of psychological manipulation and brutal treatment, he had ultimately been completely brainwashed into believing that he was guilty.

To atone for his sins before his faith, he had used cleaning supplies to extract white phosphorus, then handed the brown Glass Bottle containing the phosphorus to a patient in the room who had likewise been severely manipulated.

In the end, they had swallowed the phosphorus and burned themselves alive together.

The flames had engulfed the entire conversion camp. Because the doors had been locked tight, those who had not yet been brainwashed could only be burned alive inside the camp as well.

After summarizing everything, he smoothly wrote it onto the exam paper in neat, bold strokes.

After checking it once more, Bo Shuo chose to Submit Paper.

The Proctoring System fell silent for a moment.

(Congratulations, Examinee Bo Shuo, you have passed the exam. Paper score: 100.)

The announcement rang throughout the entire Exam Venue, and the two people answering papers nearby naturally heard it as well.

Xu Yi froze and subconsciously looked to the side. The exam paper on Bo Shuo's desk had already been taken away.

From the moment Bo Shuo entered the Exam Venue to the end of his answers, barely five minutes had passed.

The young man's expression was calm. He leaned back slightly, letting one hand droop over the chair beside him, sitting in an extremely casual posture.

But he was simply too calm. There wasn't the slightest bit of delight at having submitted a perfect paper. Instead, he seemed more accustomed to it.

This was nothing special to him. It was far too natural—one could even say that he had never considered any other outcome.

It was confidence built upon rock-solid ability.

(Exam reward issued: Official Examinee ID 10069 ×1, perfect-score reward: 2,000 Points.)

(Welcome, Examinee ID 10069 Bo Shuo, to Lost Paradise.)

*

Lost Paradise had no distinction between day and night. The sky was forever a deep blue, while the area at the very edge belonged to the Newcomer gathering zone.

Points Exchange Center.

The employee working behind the counter lowered her head and tallied the items. "One E-rank weapon, plus one month's rent for a house at the edge. Ma'am, that comes to 200 Points."

After the woman paid, the next customer stepped forward two paces.

"I've come to accept a mission."

His voice was exceptionally striking, instantly catching people's ears, yet it carried an overbearing force that brooked no argument.

The employee's hand, which had been filling out a form, paused. Following the customer's indication, she looked ahead.

The ten-thousand-Point bounty mission at the very top.

The employee was genuinely stunned this time.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the other party truly possessed that level of ability or was simply frighteningly foolish. This was a pinned mission—only renowned Big Shots on the rankings could accept it. Was it really something anyone could take just because they wanted to?

With these thoughts in mind, the employee couldn't help raising her head.

Black hair fell along the edge of a red robe, surrounded by curling gold trim. Looking higher, all she could see was a cold, pale chin beneath the brim of a hat.