Wizard: Building a Golem Legion From Zero-Chapter 39 - 38: The Perfect-Score Academic God’s Operation
Isolation and Review Room No. 3.
"Examination results: perfect scores in all five subjects."
Lecia’s projection coldly tossed out the statement, then began to blur and fade away.
Allen opened his eyes.
The result was exactly what DSeek had predicted.
The metal door slowly opened. He stood up and walked out of the oppressive space.
At the exact moment he stepped into the hallway, the apprentice public forum was hit with an unprecedented surge of traffic.
A red, pinned post made by an administrator account, titled "Announcement Regarding Apprentice Allen Wesren’s First-Day Results in the Joint Examination," instantly appeared in everyone’s feed.
Clicking on the post, the first thing that met their eyes was a line of simple, glaring text:
[The Nature of Magic Power and Macro Theory: Perfect Score]
[Basic Runes and Linguistics: Perfect Score]
[Logic and Magic Models: Perfect Score]
[History of Magic: Perfect Score]
[Introduction to Planar Studies: Perfect Score]
Following this were complete, high-definition scanned copies of all five exam papers.
For a full thirty seconds, the entire forum fell deathly silent.
It was as if an invisible hand had seized the throats of every apprentice lurking on the forum.
Then, the tsunami hit.
Nearly a thousand apprentices flooded the announcement post at the same time, trying to witness the unbelievable result with their own eyes.
At first, most people were simply stunned by the five glaring "Perfect Score" declarations.
But when they clicked on the scanned exam papers and saw Allen’s actual answers, their shock turned to horror, and even despair.
[This... this deduction about the ’River of Sulfur’... Allen’s answer is almost identical to the conclusion of the professor’s recently completed thesis! It’s even more concise in its details! My god, how did he know? Can he prophesize or something?]
[Forget the theory, just look at the design for the ’Guardian Communication Array’! I tried simulating it, and the results show it consumes 24% less energy than the standard model while being 12% more stable! This is an improvement worthy of a patent! A new student, enrolled for just ten months, designed a Rune Array that puts senior students to shame? Are you kidding me?!]
[The scariest part is that question from ’Logic and Magic Models’! Isn’t that the Low-level Witchcraft I’m studying right now? I blew up the practice room three times and was fined fifteen Magic Stones just trying to research that ’Secondary Flame Bomb’ model! He not only answered it correctly but also provided an optimization plan I can’t even begin to comprehend! ’Single-layer spiral structure’? ’Energy delay nodes’? What the hell is all this? Is this really knowledge from the junior apprentice stage?]
[Hasn’t anyone noticed that his ’History of Magic’ paper is identical to the textbook, word for word?]
In the face of ironclad proof, all voices of doubt grew pale and weak.
The posts that had originally clamored about "Allen cheating" or "grandstanding" were drowned in a flood of countless expressions of awe and worship.
"Academic God," "God Ai," "Walking Textbook"... All sorts of titles were heaped upon Allen.
These five exam papers were like five great mountains, weighing heavily on the hearts of every junior apprentice.
They clearly demonstrated one fact: Allen Wesren was not on the same level as them.
His absolute mastery of the foundational logic of the Wizard knowledge system, combined with his terrifying memory, had completely and utterly crushed them.
Inside Draven’s Workshop No. 17.
An apprentice who had been slacking off was staring wide-eyed at the crystal terminal in front of him, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.
Behind him, the potion in his cauldron had boiled over, emitting a scorched smell, but he remained completely oblivious.
"A monster... he’s a real monster..." he muttered to himself.
As a key part of Allen’s business organization, he knew better than anyone how many support potions Allen had consumed over the past eight months.
He had always thought Allen was just a rich kid who worked harder than others and knew how to use his resources.
Only now did he realize with horror that he might have been wrong from the very beginning.
Those potions, perhaps, were merely accelerators.
The truly terrifying part was the engine itself—the one called "Allen’s brain."
Meanwhile, a similar scene was playing out in every corner of the apprentice district.
A second-year student in the library, who had been painstakingly studying *Introduction to Planar Studies*, looked at Allen’s exam paper, silently closed his own notes, his eyes dimming.
A new student who had just successfully cast a "Wizard’s Hand" in the practice room and was about to show off to his friends saw the forum announcement, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
A study group composed of several elite apprentices was currently sitting together in a tense, oppressive atmosphere.
Their original goal had been to strive for the rank of Advanced Apprentice within two years. Now, looking at those five flawless exam papers, they doubted their own talent for the first time.
Allen, in the most brutish and unreasonable way, had redefined the standard for "genius," raising the bar to a despairing height.
As for Allen, the center of the storm, he had just returned to his dormitory.
He ignored the hundreds of communication requests flashing wildly on his personal terminal.
These messages were from Vera, Colin, Draven, members of the "Mutual Aid Group," and even more unfamiliar apprentices whose names he couldn’t even remember.
He took off his outer robe, walked into the washroom, and splashed his face with cold water.
The cold stream of water helped to clear his chaotic thoughts.
He was perfectly clear about Lecia’s intentions.
This was an overt scheme.
Pushing him into the spotlight, forcing him to endure everyone’s gaze, was both a test and a veiled attempt to "kill him with praise."
If he were to get lost in the flattery and fame, and his state of mind wavered, he would very likely make a mistake in the upcoming practical course assessments.
But Lecia had miscalculated one thing.
For an "anomaly" like him, who was accustomed to analyzing the world through data and models, external praise or slander was nothing more than new lines of cold data added to a database. It could have no effect on his core logic.
He walked to his desk, sat down, and activated his personal terminal.
He ignored the explosive discussions on the public forum and instead opened the "Create Post" interface.
He stretched out his fingers and began to type rapidly on the virtual light screen.
[Knowledge Bounty]
[Posted by: Allen Wesren]
[Title: Seeking Three Sets of High-Quality Notes or Insights for Practical Courses]
[Content: Offering a high price for quality study materials for the following three courses: *Basic Potions and Toxicology*, *Magic Material Research (General Survey)*, and *Magical Creatures*. Requirements: Materials must be original, detailed, and include numerous key points from practical application, analyses of failed attempts, and unique personal insights. Only top-quality submissions will be considered.]
[Bounty: 50 Low-Level Magic Stones for each set of materials accepted.]
Fifty Magic Stones! For one set of notes!
This price was astronomical!
After all, even the best notes from senior students on the market only sold for a few Magic Stones.
The moment this post was published, it was like pouring a ladle of molten lava into a pot of boiling oil.
If the previous announcement had triggered shock and admiration, this bounty post ignited the greed and frenzy of every apprentice.
"He’s insane! God Ai isn’t just an Academic God, he’s a God of Wealth too!"
"Fifty Magic Stones for one set of notes! Holy crap! My *Potions* notes are pretty good, I should go back and touch them up!"
"Forget it. Didn’t you see the requirements? ’High-quality,’ ’key points,’ ’analyses of failed attempts’! These aren’t just ordinary notes. He’s asking for ’substantive content’ that someone of God Ai’s caliber would actually find valuable!"
"My god, what kind of move is this? Isn’t he in the middle of the joint exam? How does he have time to post a bounty? Is he not prepared for the practical classes tomorrow?"
"Are you stupid, OP?! This is called information asymmetry! He’s using his absolute financial power to buy the practical experience that others have spent years accumulating!"
Of course Allen was prepared.
DSeek’s database was already complete with the theoretical knowledge for these three courses.
But what he lacked was a large volume of real "failure data" generated from the operations of many different people. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
The perfect path derived from theory and the various accidents that occur in practice due to individual differences and environmental factors are two completely different things.
He needed this data to perfect DSeek’s practical models, ensuring that he could achieve "perfection" in tomorrow’s assessment as well.
This was for tomorrow’s exam, but it was also for... finding "specialized talent"—people with real skills in specific fields who had been overlooked for various reasons.
After he was promoted to Advanced Apprentice, he planned to delegate part of his academic tutoring business to the first batch of core "specialized talent" he recruited. This would both save him time and allow him to cultivate a base of talented individuals.
After posting the bounty, Allen waited quietly for the fish to take the bait.
He could feel countless gazes—greedy, curious, and jealous—piercing through the walls of his dormitory and focusing on him.
