Wizard: Building a Golem Legion From Zero-Chapter 40 - 39: The Full-Score Academic God Continues to Operate
Today, the plaza in front of the administration center was completely different from yesterday.
Dozens of apprentices had gathered at the edge of the plaza, standing in small groups and pointing toward the spire.
Their gazes were a mixture of curiosity, awe, and a hint of anticipation.
They didn’t dare get closer, afraid of disturbing the legendary "Academic God," yet they couldn’t bear to leave, wanting to witness history continue to unfold.
When Allen’s figure appeared in the plaza, a wave of stifled gasps rippled through the crowd.
"He’s here!"
"Look at his expression. He’s so composed, as if yesterday’s five perfect scores meant nothing to him."
Allen ignored their stares and walked straight to Examination Room 3.
He walked inside, and the door closed behind him.
The Magic Image of Lecia Ellis materialized before the metal table, her expression blank and her gaze even sharper than yesterday.
"Five examination subjects. Total time: seven and a half hours."
She didn’t even factor in any break time for him.
The first exam paper appeared on the table: *The Wizard Codex and Ethics*.
Allen picked up the Spiritual Branding Pen and began to answer.
The final question was an ethical dilemma: A Mortal Kingdom is cursed, and one thousand infants must be sacrificed to lift the misfortune plaguing the entire nation. As a passing Wizard, what is your choice?
It was a trap.
Any answer attempting to approach it from the perspective of "morality" or "the value of life" would be deemed a failure.
The ethics of a White Wizard served order and rules above all else.
Allen’s pen hovered in the air for half a second. DSeek had already provided the optimal solution, which matched what he was thinking.
He then wrote his answer: Do not intervene in any way.
According to Article Three of the Codex, ’A Wizard must not interfere with the internal order of mortal societies without cause,’ the kingdom’s sacrificial custom is considered part of its internal order.
According to Article Seven, ’The exercise of power must be based on a clear contract or commission,’ any intervention without being commissioned is an overreach of authority.
Article Nineteen: ’The abuse of extraordinary power will lead to the collapse of order.’ Forcibly saving the infants would destroy the kingdom’s belief system, potentially causing greater chaos and death, the consequences of which would fall upon the one who intervened.
The optimal solution is: Record the event and report it to a higher-level organization for assessment to determine if the curse poses a threat to a wider area.
His answer was cold, completely devoid of morality and emotion. It was a textbook "Wizard-like" response, derived purely from the logic of the codex and risk management.
In less than thirty minutes, the first subject was done.
The second: *Mathematics and Magical Geometry*.
The final question required the construction of a geometric model capable of maintaining stable transmission within a distorted space.
After a moment’s thought, Allen directly constructed a miniature array in the answer area based on a mathematical framework of Einstein’s field equations and Riemannian geometry (as they were called in his previous life), without even using scratch paper.
Forty minutes later, the second subject was complete.
*Ancient Languages and Document Analysis*, *Introduction to the Elements*, *Basics of Astrology and Prophecy*... Allen’s pace didn’t slow down; instead, it grew faster and faster.
Two hours and fifty minutes.
When Allen placed the fifth exam paper neatly on the corner of the table, there was still over an hour until the scheduled lunch break.
The room was so quiet he could only hear his own breathing.
Lecia’s image remained silent for a long time.
She didn’t immediately take the papers as she had yesterday. Instead, she just stared at Allen, her gaze seemingly trying to pierce his flesh and see the very structure of his soul.
After a long while, having received the graded results, she spoke. Her voice carried a gravity she herself didn’t seem to notice:
"*The Wizard Codex and Ethics*, perfect score. *Mathematics and Magical Geometry*, perfect score. *Ancient Languages and Document Analysis*, perfect score. *Introduction to the Elements*, perfect score. *Basics of Astrology and Prophecy*, perfect score."
She paused, seeming to wait for Allen’s reaction.
But Allen simply sat there calmly, as if listening to a report that had nothing to do with him.
"You may leave."
Lecia announced, "Tomorrow’s examination subjects are..."
"Professor."
Allen interrupted her.
This was the first time he had ever proactively interrupted Lecia.
Lecia’s gaze sharpened instantly.
"I request to continue with the examinations."
Allen’s tone was serious.
"The remaining four courses: *Basic Potions and Toxicology*, *Meditation Magic (General Edition)*, *Magical Creatures*, and *Magic Material Research (General Theory)*."
For the first time, Lecia’s image showed a noticeable fluctuation. The particles of light and shadow that composed her form flickered violently.
’Nine exams in a single day?’
’Including several practical subjects that require hands-on work?’
She stared intently into Allen’s eyes, trying to find arrogance, wishful thinking, or even a hint of hidden fatigue.
But there was nothing.
Those deep blue eyes were like the calmest depths of the ocean.
"Your reason."
Lecia’s voice became extremely dangerous.
"I am merely pursuing efficiency, Professor."
Allen met her gaze, neither servile nor overbearing. "I believe I have the ability to complete them, and I trust that the examination committee has the ability to accurately judge my skill level. Taking the exams separately is simply a waste of everyone’s time."
"Are you certain?"
Lecia’s voice grew cold. "Allen Wesren, do not mistake the academy’s tolerance for an opportunity to show off. Excessive confidence is the beginning of ruin."
"Waiting twenty-four hours is a waste of time for both me and the academy. The use of this isolated examination room, your time as a proctor, and my own time could all be used more efficiently."
Efficient.
’That word again.’
"Permission granted."
She practically squeezed the two words from between her teeth. "The materials for the practical exam will arrive in a quarter of an hour. Next subject: *Basic Potions and Toxicology*."
With that, her image vanished.
Meanwhile, outside Isolated Examination Room 3, it was already approaching noon.
The crowd waiting in the plaza, far from dispersing, had actually grown larger.
"Why isn’t he out yet? It’s been almost four hours!"
"Even if he’s fast, the five theory exams should take six or seven hours combined, right?"
"No, at his usual speed, he would’ve been done long ago. Did he run into a difficult problem?"
"I heard today’s questions are even harder than yesterday’s, especially *Mathematics and Magical Geometry*. That stuff is practically inhuman."
On the public apprentice forums, the relevant discussion thread had already accumulated over a thousand replies.
At first, everyone was excitedly guessing how many perfect scores Allen would get today.
But as the minutes and seconds ticked by, the tide of opinion began to quietly turn.
A new post was bumped to the top.
**[Title: Something’s wrong! It’s been over four hours and Allen Wesren still hasn’t left the exam room!]**
[My friend is right at the entrance to the administration center and says there hasn’t been any sign of him!]
[If you think about it, it’s terrifying... Isolated Examination Room 3, what’s its main function? Interrogation! Its soundproofing and anti-scrying effects are the best in the academy.]
[HOLY SHIT! Are you saying... he got caught? For cheating?]
[It’s very likely! Yesterday’s answers were too ridiculous, especially the personal questions from Professor Barton and Professor Lecia. How could a new student possibly know that stuff? He must have used some kind of cheating method we don’t know about! Professor Lecia must have caught him red-handed today!]
[It’s over, it’s over. I told you so, there’s a thin line between a genius and a madman. This isn’t genius, it’s a scandal! Applying for the joint examination ten months after enrolling, only to get caught cheating on the second day—this is going to be hilarious!]
[No wonder Professor Lecia locked him up in Isolated Examination Room 3. She must have suspected him all along! She was luring the snake out of its hole!]
The rumors spread through the forum like a virus.
The previous adoration and awe for Allen began to morph into gleeful mockery and malicious speculation of the "I-knew-it" variety.
The apprentices who had been suffocated by Allen’s perfect scores seemed to have found an outlet, and they began to frantically attack the "Academic God" they had just placed on a pedestal.
Oliver, Marcus, and other members of the "Learning Mutual Aid Group" frantically tried to refute the claims in the thread, insisting that Allen would never cheat, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the frenzied uproar.
