Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 186: Waste A Talent (Part 2)

Chapter 186: Waste A Talent (Part 2)

The female students’ faces then turned green.

Before entering the examination room, Amalia took another number tag, just like in the morning, from the staff.

"You actually passed the first round. But next time, don’t submit your paper so early. The upcoming exams won’t be that simple." The staff member remembered her quite well.

Amalia didn’t expect the staff member to speak to her.

After a moment’s pause, she nodded, "Thank you for the advice, sir."

"Don’t mention it. Go on in." The staff member smiled.

Rasler Yoder, who overheard their conversation from a distance, felt his pupils constrict.

Finally, he understood why he hadn’t seen Amalia after the exam ended.

Karina Wences stepped forward and noticed that Rasler’s expression was terribly dark.

She initially thought it was due to the results, but only now she realizing it, and didn’t dare to disturb him further.

The second-round exam unexpectedly wasn’t as difficult as the first roun.

It focused on students’ foundations, and their understanding over materials, starting from their characteristics, effects, and functions.

As long as they roughly answered the main idea, it was considered correct.

Since the students might have different questions, they only need to pass this round; and there would be no scores were given.

As if wanted to compete with Amalia, Rasler Yoder swiftly completed this round of questions.

He even finishing it before Amalia and leaving the examination room directly.

Contrary to Amalia, who seemed to heed the advice of the staff at the door and didn’t rush out, which pleasing them.

Their impression of her improved steadily, and thinking that she’s truly a promising youth.

In reality, the third round commenced half an hour after the second round ended, which meant waiting was inevitable.

It was better to spend the time inside rather than wait outside, yet Rasler Yoder, who left early, ended up waiting for an hour outside.

The third round was also very simple: material purification and fusion.

Similarly, the student only need to meet the requirements and pass the level.

Only these three rounds were examined that day; the remaining two round would be completed in the following day.

Afterward, the rankings would be determined based on the overall performance in the preceding five rounds.

Those who were eliminated in the first round couldn’t blame their bad luck.

In previous years, the cultural knowledge exams were usually in the middle.

This year, the school intentionally placed it as the first round to teach a profound lesson to those who didn’t take cultural studies seriously and relied on luck to pass.

At Heavenly Path University, relying on luck was simply impossible.

In this regard, the school had given them opportunities.

Spirit cultivators were inherently stronger than ordinary people.

Even if they lacked the aptitude for studying, relying on rote memorization, they could still pass the cultural knowledge exams.

After the third round, Amalia’s reputation, which had been extremely low in the artifact refining college, suddenly soared to the same level as Rasler Yoder’s within a day.

"Grace, I heard that Amalia is your cousin. Can you introduce her to us?" A boy who was walking with Grace Rodriguez eagerly asked her when he watching Amalia leave.

He doesn’t notice with Grace Rodriguez’s forced expression.

"For your own good, I won’t introduce her to you," Grace Rodriguez lowered her eyes that was filled a malicious intent.

"What do you mean?" The boys who accompanying her looking at her in surprise.

Grace Rodriguez raised her head, while showing a conflicted expression as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, "Although Amalia is my cousin, you’re my best friends. I don’t want to see you fall into her trap. In truth, this cousin of mine has a terrible character. In big apple city, she seduced a married man who has a pregnant wife, and forcing her to have an abortions. Unfortunately, she had a severe bleeding during the procedure and didn’t survive..."

"Oh my god, she looks innocent, but she’s actually a bitch!" Some boys were shocked by the description.

Grace Rodriguez smiled triumphantly to herself.

Unable to harm her with the stealing incident, she wanted to make people disgusted with Amalia and ruin her reputation.

...

"Professor Frans, finally, you’re back. In this artifact refining college exam, one student answered everything correctly, and surprisingly, it’s your student. How did you teach them? It’s someone from an elective class, even surpassing Rasler Yoder," another instructor from a different class had been waiting for Professor Frans.

"Amalia scored a perfect mark?" Professor Frans, hearing about someone answering everything correctly, initially thought it was Rasler Yoder.

Although he admired Amalia, his understanding of her was still incomplete.

He wasn’t Amalia’s instructor in the artifact refining college; she was majored in the weaponry departement.

Her future Instructor would only be related to the weaponry departement.

"Yes, it’s her. You didn’t know? It’s a pity. Such a talented student, and she’s from the weaponry departement. I checked the last two rounds as well, and there wasn’t a single mistake. Why didn’t she take a major in the artifact refining college from the beginning?" Professor Xander couldn’t understand.

Professor Frans pondered for a moment, "I’ll go and ask the dean. It’s indeed a waste to have such talent in the weaponry departement."

...

At the tail end of spring, as it gradually receded, the scorching days of summer arrived, with the sunset arriving later each day.

Walking against the setting sun, Amalia walked on her elongating shadow as she prepared to head back.

Suddenly, she remembered it had been several days since she had inquired about Kenny Lin’s situation.

The new disaster zone was highly dangerous.

She was unsure if calling him on his communicator now would affect him.

So, she dismissed the thought and decided to send a message instead.

Absorbed in composing the message, Amalia who her head slightly bowed, failed to notice two boys that was whispering behind her.

Soon, perhaps having reached a decision, the two blushing boys walked up toward her.