Nothing unexpected happened during Friday night's Aptitude Test.
The experimental subject Edge Seven controlled by Zheng Qing did not go out of control, the Gog Giant he was assigned to hunt did not mutate, and no crows foolish enough to court death emerged from the depths of the Silent Forest.
It was simply a very uneventful process of "departure—hunting—return."
So much so that when Zheng Qing's consciousness left the experimental subject and returned to reality, when he stumbled dizzily out of the Resonance Chamber and lay down on the examination chair next door, he inexplicably felt a hollow sense of disappointment.
"...That was it?"
A few minutes later, as he looked at the test report Alex handed him, he still seemed somewhat incredulous—because even the physical examination had been unusually uneventful. The dark-skinned wizard merely poked him a few times with a long, thin metal rod, swiftly marked the form, and had him sign it.
Alex looked up in confusion and glanced at the young teaching assistant.
"Is there a problem?"
Zheng Qing was momentarily choked by that perfectly reasonable question.
Right.
What was the problem?
There naturally was none for other people, but for him—it was not that he was being overly modest; he simply had too much dark history. For instance, the first time he traveled far from home, he encountered a banshee hijacking; he casually participated in the School Hunt Competition and ran into the roar of a wild dragon; he followed his hunting team in nighttime training and accidentally seriously injured a popular student from the neighboring academy; he could get dragged into Black Prison while merely loafing around the university, then smash Black Prison's heavily guarded inner fortress with one blow.
Completing some task safely and smoothly?
That was simply far too suspicious!
Of course,