"Someone's trying to sabotage me!"
Looking at the public roster's assessment that he was skilled in every field of spellcraft, Jia Xiu was utterly stunned.
"This is a setup. They're definitely trying to build me up just so they can tear me down and ruin my reputation! The enemy is inside the Caster Association!"
"Could it be that the Association simply had no idea which field to put you in?" Margaret said from beside him, her voice hollow. "Or maybe none of the fields wanted to claim you, so they decided to share the burden."
"Ram thinks so too."
Jia Xiu was very reluctant to admit it, but the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
"Shouldn't such an outstanding spell researcher as me be welcomed by every field? They have no vision!"
While they chatted about the list of candidates who had passed the assessment, Mia—the only officially designated workaholic in the laboratory—returned.
Ever since publishing her paper on bacteria, she had become an academic star and had been busy making appearances everywhere.
She attended one forum, gave a speech at another graduation ceremony, and still kept up with her research. Even more astonishingly, despite being so busy, she hadn't given up writing papers for other people. Of course, she now took jobs under a false identity, which was even more outrageous.
She was even more energetic than Energetic Jia Xiu.
Most of the Jia Xiu School's recent rise in influence was thanks to her working herself to the bone.
That made Jia Xiu wonder: she was like a human perpetual-motion machine, never resting, so why had she been so exhausted during the trial?
Mia's answer was bizarre, yet somehow made sense.
"The more work I do, the more money I make. There's no money in