Wizard: Building a Golem Legion From Zero-Chapter 41 - 40: The Academic God Walks Out of the Exam Room with a Perfect Score
Inside the examination room.
The walls of the room began to shift. A section of black rock on one side silently retracted inward,
revealing a built-in Alchemy Experiment Table. Flasks, crucibles, crystal droppers, and various labeled raw materials were neatly organized on its surface.
The final question for the *Basic Potions and Toxicology* exam: Concoct a bottle of "Tranquility Potion" with a purity above 90%.
It was a question that seemed simple but was, in fact, riddled with pitfalls.
The recipe for the Tranquility Potion was public knowledge, but the process of fusing the juice of Moonlight Grass with Sleeping Pollen was extremely demanding, requiring a precise temperature and a strict rhythm for the injection of Spiritual Power.
The slightest misstep would produce trace amounts of Crystallization Precipitation, causing the purity to plummet and potentially rendering the potion inert.
Allen glanced at the materials but didn’t start immediately.
In DSeek’s backend, the detailed notes from yesterday were being rapidly retrieved and analyzed.
[Retrieving Failure Case: No. F-07. Reason: Fusion temperature was one degree too high, causing premature denaturation of active proteins in the Moonlight Grass.]
[Retrieving Failure Case: No. F-11. Reason: A 10% fluctuation in Spiritual Power triggered an energy overload.]
[...]
[Generating optimal operational path... Path has been planned.]
Allen started.
He used the standard Heating Rune Array provided on the table to heat the crucible evenly to a precise 87.5 degrees.
With his left hand, he dripped in the Moonlight Grass juice at a constant rate. With his right, he released a filament of Spiritual Power, as fine as silk, to temper the Sleeping Pollen just before it mixed with the juice.
The whole process was fluid and seamless, performed without a hint of hesitation—a display of both precision and grace.
Fifteen minutes later, a potion as clear as water had formed in the crucible. There were no visible impurities at the bottom.
He bottled it and attached a label.
He scanned it with the Detection Array. A line of numbers appeared on the light screen: [Purity: 97%].
Inside Alchemy Workshop No. 17, Draven stared at the constantly refreshing posts on his crystal terminal, his brow furrowed.
"Boss, this..."
His assistant stood to the side, looking worried. "If Mr. Weisren really..."
"Shut up."
Draven cut him off coldly. "You don’t understand."
Draven’s gaze looked past the clamor of the forum, as if he could see into that isolated, black room.
He was the only one who knew they had all guessed wrong.
Allen hadn’t been arrested.
He just... wasn’t done with his exams.
Inside Isolation and Review Room No. 3, Allen was focused on identifying the final piece of ore—a fist-sized, unremarkable gray stone.
This was the material for the *Magic Material Research (General Survey)* exam.
’That’s it, Gray Granite. Granite infused with Magic Power. It’s structurally sound, resistant to energy... very deceptive.’ He labeled the ore, wrote down its name, and set it aside.
Once he was done, he pushed the ore and his answer sheet to the designated area, signaling that he had completed the exam.
Next was the third subject, *Magical Biology*.
A projection materialized above the experiment table, and footage began to play.
In the footage, a pure white Moonlight Wolf was pacing anxiously in a patch of forest.
Its eyes were blood-red, and a low growl rumbled in its throat.
The exam question was: Based on its behavior, predict its three most likely actions over the next ten minutes and provide your reasoning.
Allen’s eyes were locked on the screen as DSeek began processing at high speed. It applied analytical models for Magical Beasts—drawn from textbooks, study notes, and academic treatises—to this particular Moonlight Wolf.
[Target Behavior Analysis initiated...]
[Key indicators detected: 1. Dull mane with slightly curled tips, consistent with the ’internalized energy’ trait. 2. Pacing frequency of the left hind leg is 12% higher than the right, consistent with initial symptoms of ’neural agitation.’ 3. Refusal to eat the Iron Thorn Fruit offered in the corner of the frame, consistent with ’stress-induced digestive system shutdown.’]
[Comprehensive assessment: The target is not on the verge of a frenzy, but is resisting an external spiritual contamination. Its agitated behavior is an outward expression of its mental defenses.]
[Predictions generated:]
[1. 65% probability: It will curl into a ball and use a howl to create a ’Sound Shield,’ entering a deep, feign-death defensive state.]
[2. 25% probability: It will cease resistance, its mind will be corrupted, and it will attack the nearest Energy Source—the Magic Probe used to film this footage.]
[3. 10% probability: A latent resistance in its bloodline will allow it to successfully expel the spiritual contamination and return to normal.]
Allen took DSeek’s analysis, rephrased it in his own words, and wrote it down on his answer sheet.
The last subject was *Meditation Magic (Universal Edition)*.
This exam required no paper. The examiner only needed to verify that he had inscribed all thirty-six Runes—the maximum for his current stage.
At that moment, Professor Lecia appeared in the exam room out of thin air. The previous projection slowly dissipated; this time, her true self had arrived.
"Close your eyes."
Lecia Ellis’s tone was complex as she prepared to probe Allen’s Sea of Consciousness, but they both knew this final test was just a formality.
Allen had already passed every exam with a perfect score.
From the start of the first supplementary exam to the finish, he had taken a total of two hours and fifty-seven minutes.
Less than six hours had passed since he first stepped into the review room that day.
Finally, Professor Lecia announced:
"All nine exams are complete. Your scores are all perfect. You may leave. Come to my office tomorrow to collect your promotion potion."
As Lecia’s voice faded, the metal door of Isolation and Review Room No. 3 finally slid open silently.
Allen strolled out, ready to return to his dorm.
But the moment he stepped out the door, he froze.
The corridor and the entrance to the plaza were packed with a dense crowd.
Hundreds of apprentices were waiting for him, all there to watch the spectacle or to gloat.
The looks on the apprentices’ faces were a complex, unreadable mixture of shock, suspicion, awe, and undisguised malice.
"He’s out!"
"It’s really him!"
"Six hours... What on earth was he doing in there?"
A tide of whispers washed over him.
Allen didn’t break his stride, walking straight toward the crowd.
The crowd parted automatically, clearing a path for him.
No one dared to block his path, but all eyes were on him. It was as if they were observing a rare museum piece, or perhaps waiting for the climax of a play.
After Allen had taken a dozen steps, a sharp voice called out from behind him.
"Weisren!"
Allen halted and turned.
A tall, thin boy in a gray Apprentice Robe stepped out from the crowd, a provocative smile on his face.
His name was Victor Horn. He was an active member on the forums who liked to stir up trouble.
"You were in there for over six hours."
Victor’s voice was deliberately loud, ensuring everyone could hear. "Logically, five theory exams shouldn’t have taken that long, not at the pace you set yesterday. Unless..."
He paused, the corner of his mouth curling into a meaningful smirk.
"Unless you got caught."
A low ripple of laughter spread through the crowd.
Allen looked at Victor without a word.
"Aren’t you going to explain?"
Victor continued, "Those five perfect answer sheets from yesterday were just too unbelievable. You answered questions from Professor Barton’s latest paper and even wrote out Professor Lecia’s own optimization plans. You’re just a new student. How did you pull it off?"
"Yeah, how could he?"
"Something’s definitely wrong!"
"He probably used some forbidden Alchemy Tool!"
People in the crowd began to chime in, their voices growing louder.
Allen scanned the surrounding apprentices, his gaze as calm as the deep sea.
"I took nine exams today."
He spoke, his voice quiet but carrying clearly to every ear.
"*Basic Potions and Toxicology*, *Meditation Magic (Universal Edition)*, *Magical Biology*, *Magic Material Research (General Survey)*, *Wizard Codex and Ethics*, *Mathematics and Magical Geometry*, *Ancient Languages and Document Interpretation*, *Introduction to the Elements*, and *Fundamentals of Astrology and Divination*."
The crowd fell instantly silent.
Victor’s smile froze on his face.
"Nine exams?" someone repeated in a low voice, full of disbelief.
"Nine exams in one day? Is he insane?"
"Impossible! How could you take practical exams in a review room?"
Allen ignored the doubts and continued, "The exam results should be posted tonight. You’ll have your answer then."
After speaking, he turned and left without a backward glance.
