Three Monks and No Water to Drink

"Damn, what kind of hellish questions are these?" Moberi sat at his desk, staring at the questions on the exam paper, completely overwhelmed by a powerful sense of self-doubt—

"I'm definitely taking a mock college entrance exam, right?"

Although he said that, he could clearly recognize that every question on the exam paper was completely legitimate. Each one tested material that could appear on the college entrance exam. But questions that involved six or seven different points of knowledge—even in the multiple-choice section—could really be finished in two hours?

After taking a deep breath, Moberi began solving the questions using the most commonly used substitution method. It did save him some time, but when he reached the fill-in-the-blank section, he decisively chose to skip it.

According to the test-taking strategy taught by his teachers, when questions were of roughly equal difficulty, it was wiser to tackle the ones worth more points first.

While Moberi and the other regular senior-year students used the knowledge they had learned at school to answer the questions, the three gods had fallen into a predicament.

The first to have his mentality collapse was the God of Nightmares, who had spent the past week forcing himself to listen to the lectures. As he looked at question after question, his scalp went numb. He had thought that the material taught in class was already incomprehensible, but the exam paper before him was the truly despair-inducing thing.

Over the course of millions of years, he had accumulated quite a few useful authorities, and he possessed powers related to wisdom as well. But ultimately, to ensure that they would not burden their origins, the ancient gods mostly treated new authorities as tools. Without divine power to nourish them, the strength of these divine techniques was naturally worrying.

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