Silva read through the paper, and as expected, it was all from the materials that he and Lia had studied.
With his memory, solving it was no issue, so without much thought, he started writing. He blazed through the questions like they were nothing.
In less than five minutes, all hundred questions were done. He placed it down on the table and looked at the timer—only five minutes had gone by.
“I am done,” Silva said. The cube came close to him, scanned the paper, and scored it.
{Perfect Hundred}
{You have passed}
The cube said, and Silva was transferred out of the isolated space. He looked around the hall—everyone else still had their eyes shut, still taking the exams.
The only person that was awake was the man who had spoken to them before the exam.
The man noticed that someone was awake. He looked at Silva with shock.
‘Is he already finished? It has only been five minutes. No one has ever finished in such a short time.
No, maybe he failed. He will soon get up and leave the hall in shame,’ the man thought. But after a while, Silva still didn’t move.
‘This can’t be. How can he be able to finish in such a short time? No, he probably just got lucky and passed. I should check his score and see.’
The man took out a piece of paper. Only one score was recorded there, so that had to be Silva’s.
“What? A hundred? How is this possible—a perfect score?” He said out loud, then covered his mouth afterward.
He looked at Silva with suspicion. A perfect score, and he finished in record time. He looked at the name—all it held was Silva.
That meant he wasn’t a noble since he didn’t have a family name. How could a normal commoner get such a score?
The man decided not to worry about it too much since he couldn’t understand what was happening at all.
He stayed watching Silva, while Silva played with his fingers as he waited for the others to finish.
After five more minutes, the first two people finished, and after them, the first fail was recorded.
Finally, Lia finished, and she caused the examiner another shock—she had finished in only twelve minutes and scored 98.
She was a genius; such a result could only be achieved by a genius.
The examiner refused to categorize Silva as a genius. He felt that there was something suspicious about Silva.
It was possible that Silva had found a way to cheat, and until he found out how, he would keep his eyes on Silva.
More and more people started finishing, and they began leaving the hall in huge numbers—those that had failed.
They kept their heads down. Not being able to make it through even the first round was a great disgrace to them and whoever was backing them.
After the time ended, out of over five thousand people that came to write the exams, only two thousand were left. The exam had weeded out three thousand candidates.
The Viscount’s daughter, Fay, had also made it through, though she used half of the time to finish.
“Congratulations to all of you who have managed to pass the first stage of the examination.
It doesn’t matter what method you used—you still passed,” the man said and looked at Silva, as though telling Silva that he was on to him.
Silva gave a smile in return and then looked away. He didn’t care what this man thought—it didn’t affect him in any way.
“Now, you have ten minutes before the next exam. You will be led to the next hall when the time is up. It will be a practical exam, so get ready,” the man said and left the stage.
The hall immediately burst into noise, celebration, and more. They had managed to pass through the first stage, and that was worth being happy about.
Fay came closer to Silva. She sat so close that her breasts, which were still forming, pressed against his arm.
“Silva, what did you get? I’m sure it was really high,” she said.
“Tell me yours first,” Silva said, playing along with her. He did his best not to think about the soft feeling on his arm.
“I got 81. Pretty good, right?” she asked, flashing a smile.
“That’s all you got? I got 98,” Lia came to burst her bubble.
Fay’s face changed to a pissed-off expression, sparks flying as Fay and Lia stared daggers at each other.
“I got a hundred,” Silva said, breaking up their fight with one word.
They both looked at him in a confused way. Did they just hear him correctly?
“Are you serious, brother?” Lia asked.
“Yeah, the exam was really easy,” Silva said.
“Only you would say that,” Fay said. She folded her arms and pouted.
“It was just memorization, nothing special,” Silva said.
“Again, only you would say that,” Fay said.
“Don’t worry, brother, I’ll beat you next time,” Lia said with conviction.
“Give it your best; I won’t make it easy for you,” Silva said.
“Me too! Don’t leave me out of it,” Fay said. freёwebnoѵel.com
“I thought you were mad at me just now,” Silva said.
“Well, I’m no longer angry, and I want to try to defeat you as well,” Fay said.
“Alright, give it your best. If either of you can score higher than me in any exam, I’ll do whatever you want for a day,” Silva said.
Just those words served as heavy motivation for both of them. They decided they would give it their all until they couldn’t push anymore.
The examiner returned to the hall and took the stage again.
“Alright, your next exam has been set. You’ll all follow me to the next room, and the exam will be held there,” the man said and walked through the door.
All the students got up and headed to the door, but there were quite a few of them, and Silva bumped into someone by accident—it turned out it was his brother, Oliver Terron.