Super Intelligence Told Me to Use My Superpowers

Most of the Class D students wore expressions of delight, excitement, and disbelief.

Many fumbled for their Student Terminals and tapped the screens eagerly. When they saw the glaring "100,000" in their account balances, cheers, gasps, and excited chatter burst out all at once.

Some excitedly pumped their fists, some had already started enthusiastically discussing with their desk mates what goodies to buy at the supermarket, while others were figuring out which entertainment facilities on campus to visit...

The unease and oppression caused by the confinement had been swept away in an instant by this "windfall from heaven."

The classroom was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, as if the holiday had come early.

Lin Mu leisurely took out his Student Terminal, tapped the smooth screen a few times, and opened his account page.

Sure enough, the balance showed exactly one hundred thousand points.

However, his face showed none of the wild delight on his classmates' faces. Instead, his brows knitted almost imperceptibly, and deep suspicion and wariness rose in his heart.

In both his lives, he had never seen or heard of a legitimate school simply giving money to its new students upon enrollment, let alone paying such a large amount every month.

It made no sense. There was no such thing as a free lunch.

Such lavish "benefits" had to conceal complicated rules and ulterior motives.

Was the school running a charity? Where did it get the operating costs to hand out points so recklessly?

His thoughts raced, and he remembered another thing that didn't add up:

From the time he received his acceptance letter until he enrolled, he didn't seem to have paid any application fee or tuition. He hadn't even seen any notice about such fees.

That was far too strange. Free tuition, and they paid you on top of that?

Something was wrong. Definitely wrong!

The more he thought about it, the clearer his mind became. There was far more going on at Advanced Nurturing High School than he had imagined.

Behind the polished facade of elite education, an exceptionally unusual, perhaps even cruel, system was likely at work.

Tch, what a pain. He clicked his tongue inwardly, displeased.

All he wanted was to find somewhere quiet to slack off. How had he ended up in a whirlpool of complicated rules?

Should he use his "Super Intelligence," which rivaled a supercomputer, to make some deductions based on what he knew?

(Super Intelligence told me to use my superpowers...)

The thought had barely occurred to him before he dismissed it.

Why take the long way around? He already had the "Book of Answers" at his disposal—superpower activation.

With that in mind, Lin Mu discreetly adjusted his posture. He still looked as lazy as ever, leaning back in his chair with a new lollipop in his mouth, but his attention had quietly focused.

Across half the classroom and the noisy crowd, his gaze settled on Sae Chabashira, the impassive homeroom teacher of Class D, standing at the lectern.

Telepathy activated, seamlessly linked with his memory-reading ability, and touched the surface of Sae Chabashira's consciousness.

Sae Chabashira didn't notice a thing. She maintained her usual stern expression, arms crossed, quietly watching the Class D students below as they grew excited and chaotic over the hundred thousand points.

But her mind was like a cold mirror, clearly reflecting her true thoughts:

(As expected, Class D is Class D. A mere hundred thousand points, and they lose their composure like this. They're impulsive, with no foresight or self-control. No wonder they were placed at the very bottom.)

*(They're probably still dreaming that this money is a free benefit. How naive. Points are never given away for free. They're bait, tied to strict evaluations.*

The amount deposited each month depends entirely on the class's overall evaluation and each student's individual assessment.

*If they fail to meet the standards, they won't get a single point, let alone a hundred thousand. They might even have points deducted until their balance hits zero.)*

*(The "meritocracy" of this school is no mere slogan.*

The evaluation system is everywhere, recording their every move—classroom performance, test scores, daily conduct, club activities, even their private interactions... Everything is quantified and scored.

*And then there are the "Special Exams" that crop up without warning. Those are what truly determine the fate of each class and whether individual students are allowed to stay.)*

*(Class D... is where they gather students with problems or deficiencies, or those whose "potential hasn't yet met the standard."*

Climbing from here to Class C, Class B, or even Class A? It's harder than reaching the heavens.

Most Class D students don't even know whether they'll make it to graduation. My job is simply to follow the rules and carry out the school's instructions.

*Those who remain are "survivors" who have passed through layer upon layer of screening. As for those who don't... there's no need to waste any extra thought on them.)*

(These noisy fools will soon learn how the real world works.)

In just a few seconds, as if flipping through an open book, Lin Mu absorbed a clear stream of information: Sae Chabashira's understanding of the academy's core rules, her assessment of Class D,

and her almost indifferent professional attitude.

(The life of a modern wage slave. Time to slack off.)

He even "saw" a few fragments of memory—vague scenes of past Class D students suffering crushing defeats in evaluations, having large amounts of points deducted, and even being forced to withdraw.

The ability quietly receded.

The lollipop was still sweet in Lin Mu's mouth, and his expression remained calm. His eyes didn't even flicker, as if he had merely zoned out for a moment.

He had gotten ahead of every other first-year student and become the only person who knew all the academy's cruel rules and the truth behind how it operated?

(One Who Knows All.)

Oh, so now he knew. And then what?

Knowing everything brought Lin Mu no excitement, nervousness, or sense of urgency.

So what if he was ahead? No matter how complicated the rules or how strict the evaluations, they were nothing more than irrelevant background details to him.

His goal had always been to slack off and get through his days, then graduate in peace.

With his superpowers as a safety net, no subject test, conduct assessment, or Special Exam could pose a real threat to him.

Psychokinesis could help him breeze through any physical task or delicate operation;

X-ray vision and precognition could let him handle written exams and Special Exam scenarios with ease;

And if it really became too much trouble, he could always use a little psychological suggestion on key people—though he thought that would be crossing a line, so he'd only do it if absolutely necessary.

As for points? He only needed enough. If he spent carefully, a hundred thousand points would easily cover his lollipops and basic living expenses.

If he came across something easy in the future that could earn him lots of points with a flick of his finger—or a use of his superpowers—he might lend a hand.