r18novel Chapter 37 First Visit to the Equipment Department
Chapter 37 First Visit to the Equipment Department
"So that's how it is..." Kigexin said, tears still streaming down his face, a faint smile on his face.
"You've finally figured it out. Well then, have a safe journey ahead," Su An said.
Kige wiped away his tears, his clear black and white eyes filled with a heavy, timeless sorrow. He ignored Su An and lowered his head to sketch on the white paper. The pen scratched as the distorted lines resembled a rapidly growing forest. He sobbed softly as he continued to draw, and to an outsider, it would look like he was writing his will.
"He didn't just comprehend it, he... gained spiritual vision!" Su An suddenly understood and turned to look around.
Kige Xin held the pencil as if it were a sharp knife, drawing and tearing at the paper. He answered countless questions, always smiling through his tears, deeply saddened, and recounting his tragic family history to Su An.
He recounted how he was born in a poor neighborhood near Queens, New York. His father was an alcoholic gambler who frequently beat and verbally abused him and his mother. His father would exchange all the valuables in the house for gambling money and then lose everything overnight.
The students stopped whispering to each other, and the atmosphere in the classroom became eerie. Some sat there blankly, as if their entire family had just died.
Some people dragged their feet in the aisle, their eyes empty, as if Qu Yuan or some other walking corpse was walking on the banks of the Miluo River.
A girl jumped onto the podium and started writing and drawing on the whiteboard in a large, sweeping motion, but she didn't realize that the ink had already run out.
A charming girl shouted "Hallelujah!" and danced with joy. It was clear that she had practiced, and her dance moves were graceful. But what was chilling was that she was not dancing alone. It seemed that an empty man was holding her hand and dancing with her. She cast a deep and affectionate gaze at the unseen man.
The students danced wildly, oblivious to each other, each enjoying themselves immensely, which made Su An break out in a cold sweat.
The world went mad, but he wasn't dragged down with it.
Only the girl with fiery red hair sat quietly, like a stone.
She was out of place among the crazy people; she was even strangely normal.
Chen Motong noticed his gaze and said calmly, "I haven't had a chance to apologize yet, and I fired that shot. Let me introduce myself, my surname is Chen, Chen Motong, and I'm Chinese. You can call me Nuonuo."
"You seem very calm. It seems that 'vision' is nothing new to you."
"Because my first 'spiritual vision' happened when I was very young, I was already used to it by the time of the 3E exam," Nono said as she drew.
"What was your first 'spiritual vision'?" Su An asked casually as he drew a new dragon rune.
"My mother was lying in bed when a shadow came and took her soul away. She died," Nono said.
"It seems that most people only see messy lines and some indescribable faces." Su An said, glancing at the lines drawn by the candidates in a chaotic mess.
"It's even worse than that. I not only saw someone take my mother's soul... but I also saw that person's face clearly." Nono's eyes dimmed for a moment as she whispered.
"Judging from the timing, the resonance has already occurred, right?" Masashi Tomiyama stood outside the classroom, looking tense, carrying a medical briefcase. "I'm ready. If the mental shock becomes too severe, I can go in and provide emergency care at any time."
"We should be able to handle it. The quality of this batch of selected students seems to be quite good," Professor Manstein said, focusing his attention on Su An: "I have never seen such a calm student. The way he draws the dragon runes so elegantly and calmly is as if he knows every single dragon rune by heart."
But this could not possibly be because he cheated beforehand; rather, it is a manifestation of his superior lineage.
Not only did he understand the dragon script, but he also gained control of his bloodline. Truly worthy of being an S-rank!
As it turned out, Fingel's intelligence was completely correct; the first four questions were indeed from the Kassel College exam eight years ago, just in a different order, and were repeated.
Su An knew every dragon script by heart. He wielded his pencil and easily drew out the standard correct answer.
When Su An answered the fifth question, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The speakers playing the exam questions in the classroom suddenly stopped, and after a brief silence, a new song suddenly started playing.
Michael Jackson's songs were switched off.
The rhythmic music swirled and changed.
Suddenly it turned into Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake—the 3e exam questions changed!
These were questions that had never appeared on Fingel's exam paper from eight years ago, but rather came from some of the most complex of the 76 dragon runes.
Su An's lips curled into a cold smile. He glanced at the proctors outside the door, who also looked puzzled, and felt a chill run down his spine—they didn't know either, there must be someone behind this giving instructions.
But all of this is meaningless.
Because Su Anquan had memorized it, those 76 dragon patterns were not only in his mind, but also engraved on his body.
Su An straightened up, gripped the pencil, felt the rhythm of the alchemical patterns within his body, and whispered:
"Yanling.Winter"
"Word of Power: Dark Thunder"
"Words of Power: Blazing Sun"
"Words and Decrees. Vortex"
"Words of Power: The Thunder Pool"
He casually wrote down the remaining five dragon characters and gently tapped the pen on the table.
"Professor Manstein, I need to hand in my paper early."
"What?" Manstein was shocked; no one had ever handed in their paper early before.
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At the metal gate of the Equipment Department at Kassel College.
Su An squeezed the metal emblem in his hand, a look of anticipation on his face.
This badge is a reward for the winner of Freedom Day, and the Disciplinary Committee member said it can be used to exchange for something at the Equipment Department.
After finishing the 3E exam, Su An couldn't wait to rush here.
He couldn't wait to claim his prize, and couldn't wait to take away the alchemical weapon that was supposedly left to him by Angers.
Su An couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, constantly sketching out the appearance of that weapon.
What could it be? Bloodthirsty Blade? Frostmourne? Heavenly Lock Moon Slayer? Flame Dividing Wave Ruler?
The members of the equipment department enthusiastically led Su An into this so-called cradle of madmen. As soon as Su An entered the gate, he took a strange sniff; he seemed to smell something odd.
Su An sniffed. The top notes seemed to be the cloying sweetness of concentrated cola, the middle notes the fried aroma of puffed snacks, and the base notes the stale smell of curry and sweat. Damn it, is this really the equipment department?
Su An opened the prize redemption warehouse according to the predetermined route. The crowd in the room was stunned as soon as he opened the door.
Their clothes were indeed neat and uniform, making them a group of men in full uniform... but what's with all of them wearing the same fully enclosed protective suits? They also had rubber boots, protective goggles, respirators, and portable oxygen cylinders.
The warehouse echoed with the heavy wheezing of respirators. A dozen pairs of eyes peered through protective goggles at Su An, their voices chorusing beneath the respirators—"You...shouldn't...have...come..."
Su An felt like he had been swept into a sea of lunatics; lunatics were the norm here, and you couldn't survive without them. This group of lunatics was collectively known as the Equipment Department.