Exam Answering

Three minutes after leaving the ward, the sanatorium exploded—

Giant flames surged upwards, followed by continuous wails. Countless figures struggled and fell into the sea of fire, seemingly trying to escape, but the sanatorium doors were locked tight.

Despair, madness, breakdown, chaos—it was like a hellish realm.

Unable to escape, unable to evade, they could only end their lives in the flames. All desire to live turned into deep finger marks on the door.

The fire behind was too intense; even with Bo Shuo's speed, he couldn't escape safely.

At this moment, the Proctoring System reminded him.

(Exam time remaining: 30min. Please answer within the allotted time.)

"Begin answering."

His vision blurred, and the scene instantly shifted.

It was a very ordinary classroom. The blackboard was inscribed with the words 'Stay Calm, Test Your Abilities'.

A thirty-minute countdown hung at the top.

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

Bo Shuo sat in a chair. The seats were rather narrow, and his long legs had nowhere to go, so he had to bend them slightly to the side.

A test paper appeared on the desk, displaying the questions for this exam.

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

It's on fire... Hahahahaha, I succeeded, I succeeded. We will all be redeemed.

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

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

Q3: Please complete the entire event. (50 points)]

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

Bo Shuo filled in 'Zhang Mingjie' without hesitation.

But for the second question, his pen tip paused slightly.

How did the fire start?

Based on what he saw, the fire ignited from the patient's throat. But how was that possible? How could a fire start in a patient's throat?

Bo Shuo frowned, recalling all the clues he had encountered.

007 thoughtfully organized these and projected them into Bo Shuo's line of sight.

Bo Shuo's gaze swept over these items, finally settling on p4, which had been circled in the notes.

Wait.

p4.

Isn't that phosphorus?

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

The subsequent clues undoubtedly supported Bo Shuo's conjecture: the unquenchable flames, the pungent smell in the air, the brown glass bottles under the bed, and the chemical corrosion marks on Zhang Mingjie's arm.

The answer to this beginner exam was now very clear.

Zhang Mingjie, the protagonist of the material, was sent to a re-education facility. He then endured day after day of PUA and cruel therapies, eventually being completely brainwashed into believing he was guilty.

To atone for his sins according to his faith, he extracted white phosphorus from the cleaning supplies. Finally, he gave the brown glass bottles containing phosphorus to other patients in the room who were also severely PUA'd.

They then collectively ingested the phosphorus and self-immolated.

The flames engulfed the entire re-education facility. Because the doors were locked tight, those who hadn't been brainwashed could only be burned alive inside.

Synthesizing these points, he then wrote them down on the exam paper, his handwriting neat and bold.

After a final check, Bo Shuo chose to submit the paper.

The Proctoring System was silent for a moment.

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

This announcement echoed throughout the examination hall. The other two examinees, Gu Baiyu and Xu Yi, naturally heard it.

Xu Yi froze and subconsciously looked over. The test paper on Bo Shuo's desk had already been collected.

From Bo Shuo's entry into the exam hall to the completion of his answers, it had taken less than five minutes.

The young man's expression was calm. He leaned back slightly, his hand resting on the adjacent chair, sitting with a casual posture.

But it was too calm, devoid of any joy from a perfect score. Instead, it leaned towards being accustomed to it.

This was nothing significant to him, too obvious, as if he hadn't even considered any other outcome.

This was confidence built upon solid strength.

(Exam rewards issued: Formal Examinee Number 10069x1, Perfect Score Bonus Points 2000.)

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

Lost Paradise has no day or night; the sky is always a deep blue, and the outermost areas are where the newbies gather.

Point Exchange.

The staff member busy behind the counter tallied, "One E-rank weapon, renewing the edge housing for a month, that'll be 200 points total, ma'am."

After the woman paid, the next customer stepped forward.

"I'm here to pick up a mission."

A superior voice, one that immediately caught the ear, yet carried an undeniable air of dominance.

The staff member's hand, which had been filling out a form, paused. They looked up following the customer's gaze.

The top-ranked bounty mission for 100,000 points.

This time, the staff member was truly stunned.

For a moment, they couldn't tell if the person truly had the strength for it or was terrifyingly foolish. This was a top-priority mission; only the renowned big shots on the leaderboards could take them. Was it something you could just pick up if you wanted to?

With such thoughts, the staff member couldn't help but look up.

Black hair tips fell to the edge of a red robe, outlined with curled golden thread. Further up, all that could be seen was a pale white jawline beneath the brim of a hat.