Calamity Crown

Desperate!

An unprecedented desperate situation!

enemy!

Enemies beyond imagination!

Facing the upcoming mathematics make-up exam, beads of sweat overflowed from Goethe's forehead, flowed down his cheeks, and dripped to the ground.

He, in Lust, faced the extraordinary as a mortal without changing his face.

He, in Hestings, broke through the army of wolves alone, entering and exiting seven times.

He, in Luteng City, competes in martial arts.

He, in the Xiongbao arena, won seventy consecutive victories and was unstoppable.

In the face of no matter how terrifying the enemy is, he can be calm and composed.

But now, facing the make-up math exam, he panicked.

He really panicked.

It's just a bunch of panic!

Because, Goethe knows very well, there is still a chance if you fight for anything.

If you don't fight, you have no chance at all.

but!

Math is different!

Mathematics is the most real, it will never deceive you, if you don't know it, then you really won't!

Why?

Why is this happening?

As an extraordinary person, I still have to take the exam?

Moreover, I haven't passed yet, so I have to make up the exam? !

This is unreasonable!

Goethe roared in his heart, and the words in front of him began to appear——

【Entering the 'secret realm', judging...】

[Holding the 'secret key', the judgment is passed! 】

[The owner is entering for the second time, judging...]

[The judgment holder continues to walk in the 'secret realm' with the original identity, and the judgment is passed! 】

...

[Background: As a high school student, even if you run a folklore research institute and already have a lot of money, you still have to face the things that high school students have to go through. There are joys, pains, and more Some tribulations; such as exams! Another example is that if you haven’t passed the exam, you need to make up the exam! It's also like the whole class has passed the exam, but you haven't! At this moment, you are sitting alone in the classroom, looking around in a daze. You are not only hesitant, but also helpless! However, you only need to pass the make-up exam to enjoy your most anticipated summer vacation—this is your last summer vacation as a high school student, so you must cherish it...if you don’t repeat a grade. 】

[Main task: None]

[Duration of stay: four weeks (28/28)]

[Obtain a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]

[The appearance is the same as when entering for the first time, and will automatically recover when leaving the secret realm]

(Note 1: You who have obtained your identity in the 'Secret Realm' will not need to complete the main task.)

(Note 2: When the four weeks have passed, you will immediately leave the 'secret realm')

...

"I, Goethe, the Transcendent, repeat the grade?"

Goethe looked at [Background Introduction] and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

He didn't want to repeat a grade anyway.

Although this is not a matter of life and death.

But social death is more important than life and death.

Think about it--

I, Goethe, have finally become a 'legend'.

You repeated a grade in high school.

I, Goethe, can finally retire without worry.

You repeated a grade in high school.

I, Goethe, finally have children, three.

You repeated a grade in high school.

hiss!

A future child suddenly appeared in Goethe's mind and asked him, 'Dad, did you really repeat a grade in high school? ’ On a topic like this, Goethe clenched his fists in an instant.

no!

anyway!

I have to pass the exam!

Isn't it mathematics?

You're driving me crazy!

Goethe was full of fighting spirit. He picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and looked at the test paper with fighting spirit in his eyes.

Three minutes later...

what is this?

On the test paper, it says——

Please prove the following proposition:

1. For any positive integer a, there are integers b, c (b\u003cc), so that a, b, c form an arithmetic sequence.

2. There are infinitely many dissimilar triangles △n, whose side lengths an, bn, and Cn are positive integers and an, bn, and Cn form an arithmetic sequence.

...

Goethe's eyes widened, full of confusion.

He blinked, and tried his best to look at the test questions again, still confused.

What does this mean?

If they are separated, he probably recognizes them all, but if they are connected together, why doesn't he know what it means?

"Calm down, Goethe!"

"You haven't lost yet!"

"You still have one last trick - divination!"

"The you now are not the you before!"

"Now your [heart] has reached 4.4!"

There was hope in Goethe's eyes. He glanced at Mr. Zhu Di, who was sitting on the podium and flipping through the test papers. He didn't notice him. He immediately picked up the eraser and wrote ABCD four options on four of the six sides. , and then, lightly tossed.

blank side.

Toss again.

Still blank.

When Goethe was about to throw it for the third time, he finally came back to his senses.

This horse riding is a proof question!

Not a multiple choice question!

"Damn it!"

"Have I been affected by this invisible, inaudible horror?"

"Goethe, don't give up, there is still a chance!"

Goethe cheered himself up and picked up his pen again.

five minutes later……

Alas, give up.

In life, as long as you are willing to give up, there is no obstacle you cannot pass.

It's like who hasn't taken the make-up exam yet?

Fail the make-up exam and repeat the grade?

That is also very normal.

It is also a very good attempt.

Right?

Goethe lay on the math test paper, comforting himself with tears in his eyes—he was already in a trance at the moment, and there was nothing he could do.

Even if you asked him to copy a math problem of this level, he would make a mistake.

Just when Goethe was really about to cry—

"Hey!"

"I took the wrong test paper!"

Teacher Zhu Di stood up with a blushing face, ran over with a little bewilderment, and looked at Goethe.

"Sorry, Goethe!"

"This test paper is a competition question, not your tutoring test paper!"

"It `s my mistake!"

Teacher Zhu Di said and bowed.

Suddenly, the waves were rough.

Goethe recovered a little energy and asked a little tentatively.

"The supplementary exam..."

"We will make up the exam next time. Today is my fault, and I will declare it to the school. Also, I have to send this exam paper to the competition class now-they must be wondering why this exam paper is so bad. Easy."

After speaking, Teacher Zhu Di picked up the test paper and left in a hurry.

Goethe sat up straight and looked at the closed classroom door.

At this moment, he admitted that people are indeed different.

Some people are really talented.

Some people can only choose to be decent.

"still have a chance!"

Goethe sighed softly.

He felt that as long as he left the examination room, he could be fully resurrected.

Simply packing his schoolbag, Goethe walked out of the classroom at a relaxed pace—at this moment, in his mind, he already had a complete and detailed plan for passing the exam.

An invisible 'spirit of the blood crow' had already gone with Teacher Zhu Di.

surveillance? Peeping?

neither.

He just wanted to better protect Teacher Judy.

After all, this city has become a lot more dangerous because of his arrival.

Goethe was thinking as he walked out.

When he left last time, there were many troubles.

The situation is unclear now, so we must inquire in detail.

Although the 'mysterious power' of the dungeon world in front of him probably wouldn't cause any harm to him, the 'technological power' was different. He remembered that there seemed to be a 'nuclear level' here too!

He doesn't have that kind of strength to fight against the 'nuclear peace'.

Therefore, in front of ordinary people, you still have to keep a low profile.

Moreover, it seems that in the world before us, 'mystery' and 'science' have reached a certain consensus, and they exist in a way of non-interference-of course, destroyers and users often appear.

For example, that MP Bolton.

I don't know what happened to the other party?

If he is not dead, he will make up for it.

If he dies, then naturally everyone is happy and the whole world celebrates.

He didn't want cockroaches showing up while he was planning something more important.

"Goethe!"

Just as Goethe was thinking, a familiar voice appeared.

The tall, short-haired Ann was leaning against a heavy motorcycle and waving at him with a smile. Then, he threw the helmet in his hand towards Goethe.

"boarding."

Policewoman Ann said.

Goethe put on the helmet without hesitation, and even hugged Ann unceremoniously.

"Take it easy, you hurt me."

"Tell you to take it easy, not to change places."

"No, no, no, it's not safe there."

When Goethe said that he could put his hands on the back of the motorcycle, Ann stopped immediately.

In the end, the helplessness can only make Goethe hug himself again.

"Next time I'll drive."

Ann said so.

"Well, the car is spacious."

Goethe spoke joyful words with a serious expression.

It's just that Ann is a little unhappy.

The policewoman with an unknown identity immediately twisted the handlebar, and the speeding motorcycle was faster. Normal people would scream out in fright. Goethe is a normal person, so he not only shouted, but also put his face on the Ann's back.

"you?!"

Ann froze.

Then, thinking appeared in his eyes.

"Is it difficult to make up the exam?"

Ann asked suddenly.

Goethe, who was squinting, also became stiff.

"It's not difficult."

"Judy took the wrong paper."

Goethe sat up straight and explained in a more serious tone than ever before

"oh……"

"It's not terrible to repeat a grade."

"The high school in Star City is very good."

Allah raised his tone.

"yes."

"It's really good for you who like to watch a repeat high school student dance Gatling."

Goethe nodded.

Face?

Of course he would.

However, not now.

Thinking of Goethe's white shirt, Ann's face turned red, and the policewoman also found that she seemed unable to 'convince' Goethe, so she immediately changed the subject.

"I need your help with something."

"Know."

"So, you just got in the car?"

"No, I just like to sit in the back seat."

Goethe said of course.

"I was serious."

"I'm serious too."

Ann emphasized, and Goethe also emphasized.

If it wasn't for riding a motorcycle, Ann really wanted to punch Goethe.

Is this math?

Really scary!

It turned out that a warrior like Goethe who had experienced the baptism of "blood and fire" became a little abnormal!

Fortunately, I don't have to take the make-up exam!

An felt a little distressed, but also thought happily.

Then, she directly skipped over these small issues, even though Goethe hugged him even tighter and still rubbed his face.

"When you were investigating the 'incident', a murder occurred in the southern suburbs of Star City—a male tenant killed the child of a single mother."

Goethe did not press, he listened patiently.

He believed that if it was just an ordinary case, Ann would not come to him.

There must be something unusual.

In fact, it is.

"The above has already identified it as a murder case, and the murderer is the male tenant, but I read the transcript, and then asked Xiusta to investigate the other party."

"He has no criminal record, no bad habits, and no mental illness. He has excellent character and learning, and has passed the 'judicial examination'. He only needs to complete a simple interview in September to become a judge—he has no reason to kill."

"Then, I investigated the single mother again, and there was nothing suspicious."

"However, when I then investigated the landlord and the property, something was wrong."

"In the past 15 years, 11 tenants have disappeared there."

"There are men and women who are missing, and what I am most concerned about is that all of these people have surnames..."

"George!"

"George?"

Goethe narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, George!"

"And, it's the George of the genius George you know."

Ann nodded.

"Are they descendants of the genius George?"

Goethe asked.

It was about [Bloody Honor], and Goethe immediately became serious.

"I can't tell. I can only say that the surname is 'George'. As for whether it is the descendant of His Excellency George?"

"You can ask that Wharton George yourself in a while!"

Ann picked up the pace.

The motorcycle arrived at the Star City Prison at a speeding speed—because, it has been preliminarily determined that Wharton George had already left the police station's detention center, but entered the prison.

This is not in line with the judicial process.

But no one cares.

Except Wharton George himself.

A few days ago, this law student with a bright future encountered the most unpleasant thing in his life.

nightmare.

bloody.

mouse.

Almost all the dirty things he could think of appeared in front of his eyes.

Moreover, it seems to contain magical power, connected in series.

finally?

drove him into a corner.

Wharton George sat on the narrow bed, staring at the wall outside the prison in a daze—in the first two days, he kept stating that he wanted to find a lawyer, and even that he could defend himself.

But then the baton made him realize that things were not as simple as he thought.

And the shortage of food and drinking water that followed made him stop shouting rationally.

He just sat there.

He was thinking about what to do.

But he...

There is no way!

Because, he knew that it was impossible for anyone to believe what happened to him.

That's just ridiculous!

What's worse, that guy will definitely not let him go!

He firmly believed.

In fact, Wharton knew the guy was coming when there was a rustling sound in the corner.

"In Star City, you are not the only one with such power."

"There is another Your Excellency who also owns it."

"His Excellency 'Folklore Research Scholar' Goethe Winchester."

"If I die here, he will definitely notice that something is wrong, he will definitely investigate what happened, and you will definitely be exposed."

Wharton struggled to find a stove for himself.

But to no avail.

A dark-skinned mouse crept in from around the corner.

It expands in size.

Quickly transformed into a short, dirty man.

The other party was as short as a dwarf, and his face was even more ugly. His hair and beard had already been glued together. When he heard the words of the young law student, the other party smiled.

The already ugly face was distorted to the extreme.

"Goethe Winchester?"

"What is he!"

"A lucky fellow!"

"If it's his adoptive father, I'll avoid it one or two times!"

"As for him?"

"Even if he appears in front of me now, at this moment, I will let him understand what real strength is!"

"And, do you really think he'll show up?"

"You don't understand our world at all!"

The other party said with an arrogant attitude and a gloomy tone.

"Save...uh!"

Seeing that the delaying tactic had failed, Wharton was about to shout, but the dwarf jumped up and grabbed his neck and pushed him down on the bed.

The young man immediately rolled his eyes.

The other party was the guy who grinned grinningly and used his palms to solve the accident accurately.

But at this moment, a clear voice sounded behind the other party——

"Oh, what is strength?"

PS Feilong is adjusting his work and rest, and he should be able to return to the normal amount of updates tomorrow~