The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 271 - 201: Under the Leadership of An Su, the Church Flourishes (Parts Combined)_3

As a token of immense gratitude for His Excellency Merlin’s great kindness, Lister had decided that he must vigorously promote the majesty of His Excellency Merlin on this day.

After sending the two away, An Su, who had turned his back on the world all morning, slowly turned around.

The smile on the corners of the young man’s mouth became even more radiant.

This position of Holder of Heaven sure is fun!

He couldn’t help but feel that Merlin truly didn’t know how blessed he was; to think of clocking out from such a fun job! If it were An Su, he could play until Heaven itself was destroyed.

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It appeared he not only suited the role of city mayor but was also adept at being Holder of Heaven.

Having perfectly managed today’s two visitors, An Su felt even more cheerful.

He only wondered how Merlin’s date was going.

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They had agreed to meet at three in the afternoon, which was five hours from now. An Su seized these five hours and resolved to continue working hard.

The Church must thrive.

"Summon the written test development team from the Magic Association."

An Su rang the bell, calling for the composing priests and dividing bishops summoned by the system of Heaven.

Merlin was not just the Holder of Heaven but also the Vice President of the Magic Association, naturally entitled to summon all association members.

The advancement examination in seven days would begin with a written test on the first day. The test papers, compiled by the Magic Association, consisted of twenty-one Fourth Order priests as team members and seven Fifth Tier saints as Team Leaders, producing a total of seven test sets covering the Radiant, Alchemical, Chastity, Druid, and other major Churches.

"Ye all know why I have summoned you today," said An Su, with his back to the crowd, his demigod presence pressing down, startling all the priests and saints.

This breath of a demigod from Heaven couldn’t be faked; it was completely of His Excellency Merlin.

The seven exam development team leaders were close to tears.

They couldn’t understand why His Excellency Merlin wanted to summon them.

"Ye have seen the test papers ye made," An Su snorted coldly, "Lacking in creativity! They are too easy."

Actually, An Su hadn’t reviewed them.

The development team leaders were shocked. Vice President Merlin never usually inquired about these promotion exams, so why the sudden interest...

Could it be because of the rumor...

That His Excellency Merlin wanted to recruit a successor through this promotion exam... That’s why he raised the difficulty of the test?

Everyone was convinced that the top performer of this examination would be the Princess.

So in the written test, Cersei could score full marks, truly deserving the title of a brilliant lady.

"But Your Excellency... there are only seven days left until the exam; it’s too late to rewrite the test papers," pled the leader of the Radiant Church’s development team with a pleading face.

"Humph, what of it?" An Su snorted again, "I shall write them myself! Right now!"

His Excellency the Archmage personally drafting the test papers!

Everyone was overjoyed and felt honored as if they had received a treasure. This was the legendary Archmage; the test papers he would compile surely had real value, and the questions he wrote, certainly unbeatable.

The seven saints hurriedly instructed their subordinates to take notes, presenting paper and pen to An Su. As he faced the blank papers, memories from his past life surfaced, and with a grand gesture, he began to write fervently.

A saint’s soul was very useful, with a profoundly strong memory. Even knowledge forgotten from a past life was remembered anew, with all details vividly present. An Su’s question-setting pace was swift—in fact, he wasn’t really setting questions at all.

He merely transcribed his high school exam questions from his previous life, adapting them locally for the magical setting, and copied them all down.

For the Alchemical Church’s test paper, he produced chemistry questions.

The Chastity and Order Churches received topics on Political Education, the former focusing on morality, and the latter on politics.

The Druid Court and Healing Church got biology, the former on biodiversity and the latter on the probabilities of inheriting genetic diseases.

The Celestial and Radiant Churches were given physics, with the former covering the orbital motions and periods of celestial bodies and the latter on the wave-particle duality of light.

An Su, content with his work, flashed a benevolent smile. He felt the questions he posed were of a high standard, of moderate difficulty, and very tasteful.

In less than an hour, An Su finished writing the questions for all seven subjects, his speed and agility astounding every saint present.

Moreover, some of the questions, even they could not comprehend.

Some of the knowledge was entirely alien to them, utterly incomprehensible.

Truly befitting the legend of the Archmage, the saints watched An Su with reverent awe, their eyes filled with deep respect; the Archmage obviously possessed vast knowledge.

The breadth and depth of his knowledge were astounding.

"Your Excellency, may I ask in the cultivation of magic what exactly are ’Skillful Hand,’ ’Plain Hand,’ and ’Vulgar Hand,’ and how can one write an eight hundred word essay to explicate their relationship?"

"If the father carries an X-linked recessive genetic disease, and the mother is normal, what is the probability their son will inherit the condition?"

"If the fringe separation in an interference pattern becomes wider, what monochromatic light should one use to reduce the distance between the double slits and the screen?"

The questions became more abstract and increasingly suffocating.

Seeing these densely packed, formidable questions on the test papers, the saints turned pale and even despondent.

They tried to guess at the intentions of the question-setter, His Excellency Merlin, but couldn’t fathom it at all...

Was this meant to be a death sentence?

Could anyone actually manage to answer these...

If any saint truly managed, what an extraordinary prodigy they would be!