But everything always began with the simplest things. With a foundation came the possibility of growth.
Every flaw and shortcoming could be solved somehow.
If this technology could be developed and mastered, it would be equivalent to controlling the channels through which information spread in a new era. One could even say it meant controlling the entire age.
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Even so, Dark Demon was only entertaining the thought.
He had neither the time nor the interest to become this world's John von Neumann.
There was still the Potions exam in the afternoon.
As for the Holy Church.
As for the Demon King.
To sit back and watch them go mad, to sit back and watch them collapse.
Wouldn't that be delightful?
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
When the final Magical Beasts exam ended, most of the students felt as though they had been freed from purgatory and were itching to howl at the sky like wolves.
Of the six exams completed over those three days, Arithmetic Class had indeed been the most difficult.
That much could be seen from the pale, bloodless faces of the students who emerged from the examination hall that day.
The only thing that consoled them was that, on the evening of that day, the first-years suddenly discovered that the second-year upperclassmen were suffering the same misery.
Humans were always good at seeking a moment's peace by sharing their pain.
Professor Bacon's second-year Arithmetic Class had not only used the textbook compiled by Dark Demon, but had also been further developed based on the original second-year materials, making this year's Arithmetic Class more difficult than ever before.
When Dark Demon found out, he could not help but feel grateful that "Anonymous" was written in