Super Intelligence Tells Me to Use Superpowers

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

Many scrambled to pull out their student terminals, tapping the screens eagerly. When they saw the bright "100,000" figure in their account balances, the cheers, gasps, and excited chatter could no longer be contained, erupting all at once!

Some pumped their fists in excitement, some were already enthusiastically discussing with their neighbors what good things to buy at the convenience store, while others were calculating the costs of the school's recreational facilities...

The unease and oppression caused by the closed-campus policy just moments ago were instantly scattered to the winds by this "windfall from heaven."

The classroom was filled with a joyous atmosphere, as if they had entered a holiday early.

Lin Mu also slowly took out his student terminal, tapped his fingertip a few times on the smooth screen, and entered the account page.

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

However, there was not a hint of the ecstasy seen on his classmates' faces; instead, he furrowed his brows almost imperceptibly, a deep sense of suspicion and vigilance rising in his heart.

Having lived two lifetimes, he had never seen or heard of any legitimate school that would simply hand out money to incoming freshmen, let alone a fixed monthly amount of such a high value.

This completely defied common sense. Where in the world is there such a thing as a free lunch?

Behind such a generous "benefit," there must be hidden rules and purposes that were far from simple.

Is the school running a charity? If they distribute points so recklessly, where would the operating costs come from?

His mind raced, and he recalled another point that defied logic:

From the moment he received his admission notice to his actual enrollment, he seemed to have never paid any application fees, tuition, or even seen any relevant notices regarding them.

This was too abnormal. Free enrollment, and they even pay you?

There is a problem, absolutely a problem!

The more he thought about it, the clearer Lin Mu's mind became. The waters at this Advanced Nurturing High School were definitely deeper than he had imagined.

Beneath the polished shell of elite education, there was likely an extremely unique and even cruel internal logic at work.

"Tsk, troublesome." He clicked his tongue internally, feeling a bit displeased.

He just wanted to find a place to quietly slack off, so how did he end up falling into a vortex of complex rules?

Should he use his "Super Intelligence," which rivaled a supercomputer, to deduce the situation based on the known information?

(Super Intelligence tells me it's time to use my superpower...)

This thought had barely surfaced before he dismissed it himself.

Why look far afield for what is close at hand? He held the "Book of Answers" himself—superpower activated.

Thinking of this, Lin Mu adjusted his sitting posture calmly, appearing to lean lazily against the back of his chair while switching to a new lollipop, but in reality, his focus had already quietly sharpened.

Across the noisy classroom and the bustling crowd, his gaze landed on the expressionless Sae Chabashira, the homeroom teacher of Class D, standing at the podium.

Telepathy, activated, simultaneously connecting with the ability to read memories, touching the surface of Sae Chabashira's consciousness.

Sae Chabashira herself was completely unaware of this; she maintained her stern expression, arms crossed, quietly watching the students of Class D who were caught in excitement and chaos over the 100,000 points.

Her inner thoughts, however, were like a cold mirror, clearly reflecting her true feelings:

(As expected, Class D is just Class D. A mere 100,000 points is enough to make them lose their composure like this—fickle, lacking foresight and self-control. No wonder they were assigned to the very bottom.)

(They are probably still dreaming, thinking this money is a free handout? Naive. Points are never free charity, but 'bait' tied to rigorous evaluations.)

(The monthly deposit amount depends entirely on the class's comprehensive assessment and individual evaluation results.)

(Once the assessment fails, forget about 100,000; you won't get a single point. You might even have points deducted until you hit zero.)

(The 'Meritocracy' of this academy is not just a slogan.)

(The omnipresent evaluation system will record your every move—classroom performance, test scores, daily conduct, club activities, even private interpersonal interactions... everything is quantified and graded.)

(And those 'special exams' that appear at irregular intervals later on are the true keys that determine the fate of the class and the retention of individuals.)

(Class D... was meant to be a place to gather students who have problems, flaws, or whose 'potential is currently substandard'.)

(Want to climb up from here, to Class C, Class B, or even Class A? It's as hard as ascending to heaven.)

(For most Class D students, whether they can even make it to graduation is an unknown. My duty is simply to act according to the rules and execute the school's instructions.)

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

(...This noisy bunch will soon be taught a lesson by reality.)

In just a few short seconds, like flipping through an open book, Sae Chabashira's understanding of the academy's core rules, her evaluation of Class D, and that almost indifferent professional attitude all transformed into a clear stream of information, pouring into Lin Mu's mind.

(The state of a modern wage slave, time to slack off.)

He even "saw" some memory fragments—vague scenes of past Class D students suffering crushing defeats in assessments, having large amounts of points deducted, and even some being forced to drop out.

The ability was quietly withdrawn.

Lin Mu kept the lollipop in his mouth, the sweetness remained, and his expression stayed flat; even his eyes showed no fluctuation, as if he had just been daydreaming for a moment.

He was ahead of all the first-year students, becoming the only person at this moment who knew all the cruel rules and the truth behind the academy's operations?

(One Who Knows All)

Oh, I see. And then what?

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

So what if he was in the lead? No matter how complex the rules or how strict the assessments, they were nothing more than inconsequential background settings to him.

His goal from beginning to end was simply to slack off, coast through his days, and graduate peacefully.

With this set of superpowers as a safety net, things like academic tests, behavioral evaluations, and special exams could pose no real threat to him.

Psychokinesis allowed him to easily complete any physical task or delicate operation.

X-ray vision and precognition enabled him to handle written tests and special situations with ease.

If he really found something too troublesome, he could even just apply a little psychological suggestion to key figures (though he felt that was crossing a line and wouldn't use it unless necessary).

As for points? Having enough was fine. One hundred thousand points, if spent sparingly, were more than enough to cover his lollipops and basic living expenses.

If he happened to encounter something easy and simple in the future where he could earn a large amount of points just by lifting a finger (or using his superpowers), he might participate in it as a side task.