These words silenced everyone for a moment.
Finally, someone nodded in encouragement, saying, "That's right, whether it's destined or not, we can only face it head-on. Do you have any other way out? Since we're already standing here, we can only finish this interview. Thinking about it more won't change anything."
After figuring it out, many people stopped worrying and instead steered the conversation toward Jenna's condition. They were initially just nervous and curious, but they were surprised to find that someone who came out looked deathly pale.
" Jenna's face is so pale. She's just demonstrating some ability; it shouldn't be this pale. It must be terrifying inside."
"Yeah, the first person to pass seemed to have it easy, but maybe he's just an exception. Or maybe he didn't realize how dangerous the power was. Jenna is the real person for most people."
"Could it be that there are different levels of talent? Those with top-tier talent can awaken magic effortlessly, so they emerge in high spirits. Those who barely pass must endure immense mental pressure and exhaust their energy, which is why they turn pale," someone speculated.
Upon hearing this, one person smugly laughed and said, "In my opinion, it's just that she's weak-willed and can't handle pressure. If it were me taking the exam, I would be as steady as a mountain and would never lose my composure like this."
Someone immediately scoffed and exposed his arrogance. "You're bragging again! When you actually get the interview, you'll probably faint before you even step inside."
The man angrily retorted, "What do you mean?"
"Alright, stop arguing," a peacemaker interjected. "It's bad if this affects the exam inside and they get disqualified."
The man persisted, "How could it possibly affect the exam? This is a magical world; we can't hear a single sound inside, let alone our noise."
Even so, his tone softened, and he didn't argue with the other party anymore. If things got out of hand and the teachers inside came out, he would really be disqualified from the exam.
The person who had been criticizing him fell silent. Then someone said, "No matter what, just take the exam. The pain is only temporary. If you can master magic, it's worth enduring this torment."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Yes, let's check on the third group of candidates first."
Not only were the other candidates uneasy, but Draco and his group of waiting candidates were also tense and filled with their own worries.
The woman with the dark complexion comforted everyone, saying, "Maybe the interview, like the written test, isn't a standardized test. The first person faced a mild challenge, while the second person faced much more pressure from the examiners."
The woman with glasses nodded. "That's right, the dean and his team will definitely adjust the pressure they apply based on each person's characteristics. Some people are not easily broken down, so the examiners don't need to be too harsh; others need to be pushed to the brink of collapse to see their true level."
The round-faced man clapped his hands and said in sudden realization, "That explains it! No wonder you were in such poor condition. The tests inside are tailor-made for each individual; it's not a one-size-fits-all approach."
There are some further speculations.
People are also trying to adjust their mindset by chatting, because sitting here waiting is the most agonizing thing.
Another ten minutes or so later, the man named Quentin came out, carried out on a stretcher by two medical staff.
He had his eyes closed, and his body was hanging limply.
He looked more like he was in a coma.
Seeing Quentin being carried away amplified the fear in many people's hearts, their breath catching in their throats. "He's not dead, is he...?"
Seeing their reaction, the female teacher felt it necessary to explain, so she said to the candidates, "Don't worry. This candidate has successfully awakened his primal magic, but his spirit and magic are exhausted, causing him to temporarily lose consciousness. This test will mobilize deep spiritual power, and very few people will experience this kind of reaction. Continue to wait, and do not whisper or discuss the exam content."
"Now, Colin Ward and Martha Belle, come in with me." The female teacher called out their names again.
Both of them subconsciously responded, then stood up somewhat stiffly. Now they had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow them inside. Although there had been an explanation beforehand, they hadn't fully processed it yet.
The door closed, and many people breathed a sigh of relief when they realized they hadn't been called. At least they had some time to process what had happened.
"Thank goodness it wasn't me they called." Someone patted their chest in relief and whispered, "I saw someone being carried away on a stretcher, and then they started calling roll. Just thinking about it makes me want to scream."
"Indeed." The person next to him sounded a little more relaxed. "But there's no need to worry so much now. This kind of exhaustion-induced coma was just a phenomenon within the normal range of testing, not an accident. In other words, any of us could experience it."
"You call that comforting someone?" The first person gave a wry smile, thinking, shouldn't we be making sure no one encounters this kind of situation?
The burly man next to the black woman said, "Holy crap, I was terrified when I saw someone being carried out. I thought someone had died!"
The black woman glanced at him sideways. "You're overthinking it. If he's dead, why bother bringing him out? Wouldn't it be better to just dispose of him quietly? Showing him to everyone will only instill fear."
"I didn't expect someone so big to be so timid."
The bearded man laughed at him.
The burly man wasn't angry. "Being strong doesn't mean you're not afraid. I'm afraid of dying too. Who wouldn't be afraid of being suddenly carried out like that? Weren't you afraid just now?"
"I'm not afraid at all..."
"I saw your chair shaking just now..."
Those around him suppressed laughter as they watched the bearded man, whose face stiffened. "Nonsense, I'm not that scared..."
"You admit you're scared?" the burly man said with a mocking laugh.
The bearded man stopped being stubborn and said, "A little bit scared..."
Everyone laughed.
Amidst the laughter and chatter, the atmosphere relaxed. After the female teacher's explanation, everyone accepted it more and wasn't as afraid, although the tension was still there.
A dozen minutes later, the candidates who had been called in came out.
This surprised the test takers.
I can clearly feel that the interview time has become shorter.
The fifth group of candidates was much more normal this time. His shoulders were relaxed, and he was smiling at everyone, which made everyone believe the female teacher's explanation a little more.
A short while later, the examinee left the waiting area, and this time the female teacher called out Draco and Hermione's names.
The candidates who had been chatting with each other just now showed a hint of regret on their faces. Draco and Hermione were both taken aback, then raised their hands in response and left their seats, attracting the attention of many people.
The two attracted a lot of attention; after all, among a group of adults, these two minors were particularly conspicuous. The female teacher went in first, followed by Draco and Hermione.
Hermione asked in a low, questioning voice, "How come we're together?"
Draco smirked and said, "That just shatters their assumptions; after all, it's impossible for us to be eliminated."
Hermione nodded. She wasn't too worried, just found it strange. The two went inside, Draco casually closed the door.