I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 39 Failure in Assessment

I saw a young blond boy chanting a few spells, and a ball of fire immediately gathered in his palm. The next second, the fireball quickly rushed forward under the influence of the spell.

With a bang, the fireball successfully penetrated the wood, leaving a small hole five centimeters in diameter.

Then it was the turn of a girl with short hair. She just chanted a spell, and instantly a slender flame shot out from her fingertips, which also penetrated the log smoothly.

There was also an even more powerful new student who actually used flames to burn all the more than 20 logs in the venue to ashes.

Everyone present was stunned, which forced Jonathan to have someone urgently transport a new batch of wood from the warehouse to the examination room.

But the embarrassing thing is that because this ruthless man violated the exam rules, Jonathan only gave him a passing grade.

[Is it a show, whether it’s a human being or a ghost, but the trash is actually me? 】

The boy suddenly came back to his senses from the fancy fire magic and realized the seriousness of the problem. He didn't know magic at all!

"Lancelot!"

"..." When the boy heard Jonathan calling his name, he suddenly swallowed guiltily.

"What are you doing? Don't waste other students' time!" Jonathan yelled at the boy impatiently.

Lancelot looked helplessly at the log ten meters away and began to read something loudly.

"Is this guy an idiot?"

"Hahaha, I'm finally convinced!"

"What a talent."

Lancelot heard a burst of ridicule from the people around him, and cold sweat dripped down his face.

It turned out that what Lancelot was chanting was not a magic spell at all, he was just repeating the word "Fireball!" mechanically.

When Jonathan saw this scene, he was angry and wanted to laugh.

He found that the boy continued to repeat the so-called "spell" despite everyone's ridicule, and even wondered if there was something wrong with the silver-haired guy's brain.

Of course Lancelot knew that this was useless, but he had only heard of so-called magic spells in the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

"Get out of here!" After enduring it for half a minute, Jonathan finally couldn't help but yell.

Lancelot glanced at Jonathan awkwardly and ran away immediately.

The boy's mentality was already at this point. He really wanted to give up this embarrassing entrance exam right now.

However, he immediately gave up the idea, because Harvey made it clear that he could not violate the teacher's orders, which of course included absence from the exam.

At this time, the people around him looked at Lancelot with eyes that seemed different from before. They not only contained disdain and ridicule, but even showed a kind of compassion for the mentally retarded.

Lancelot suppressed the resentment in his heart and walked to the next examination venue to continue another assessment.

Half an hour later, the boy had completed five tests, and only the mental strength test was left unfinished.

The strength assessment was conducted by Desio, and the content was to lift the maximum weight that one could bear.

The qualifying line is 50 kilograms, and Lancelot's score was 17 kilograms.

The jumping assessment is conducted by Pixim. The content is similar to the strength assessment, and the height of jumping from the same place is measured.

The qualifying line is one meter, and Lancelot only reached a pitiful fifty-two centimeters.

The reaction assessment is a test item that Schubert is responsible for. The test content is to grab a vertically falling iron bar. The closer the bottom of the iron bar is to the ground when grabbing the iron bar, the higher the score.

Lancelot thought this was the easiest, but reality slapped him hard.

Lancelot's reaction test ended with a painful scream.

He did not expect that the iron rod, pulled by magic, would move so fast that it could not be seen clearly with the naked eye.

Before Lancelot could reach out to grab it, the iron rod had already hit his right foot firmly.

At this time, Lancelot was limping in the open space. Now he has completely become the laughing stock of everyone. Those who were jealous of him before have now completely changed their attitudes, and they all feel unworthy of Lilith's eyes.

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"Only the last item is left. Oh, let's finish it quickly." The boy breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself.

Lancelot dragged his tired body to the examination room where his mental strength was tested.

There are many candidates here. When Lancelot approached, everyone looked at him and smiled. Some people shouted in a weird way: "Lancelot, what's wrong with your leg?"

The boy ignored these guys, but raised his head and asked Chris: "Teacher Chris, is it okay if I want to take the exam in advance?"

Chris is the teacher in charge of the mental strength assessment. He looked at Lancelot at this time and said in a somewhat unkind tone: "Go to the queue and it will be your turn later."

Lancelot was holding back a lot of suffocation and had nowhere to vent, so he had to return to the team obediently and endure the constant ridicule in his ears.

The boy observed the examination process from the sidelines and found that the mental strength test seemed to be much more complicated than the previous ones.

The venue for the mental strength assessment is very small. There is only a rectangular wooden table within a few meters, with several common items placed on it. From left to right, they are: cotton balls, pieces of paper, iron wire, spoons, and gold coins.

The qualification criteria for this assessment were not as complicated as Lancelot imagined. All it took was to move the cotton ball.

"Tch, what's so difficult about this? Can't you just blow on it?" Lancelot heard someone next to him say in a disdainful tone.

At first the boy thought so too. He thought it was no different from playing tricks on children.

But when he carefully observed the reactions of the candidates, he found that there were very few people who had achieved this.

Only one or two out of every ten candidates can pass, and judging from their reactions, it is obviously much more difficult than the first five tests.

"Lancelot!"

The boy heard Chris calling his name and limped to the rectangular wooden table. He looked at the several props on the table, which were no different from what he usually saw.

"Let's get started." Chris, who was sitting on the armchair, yawned after saying that, and started to close his eyes to rest, obviously not optimistic about Lancelot.

"Huh..." The boy tentatively blew into the cotton ball, but the cotton ball didn't move at all.

"Huh? What's going on?" Lancelot blew several times in succession, but the cotton ball still had no response.

The boy guessed that these props should be fixed with some kind of magic, and only mental power can work.

"But, what exactly is mental power?" Lancelot suddenly fell into deep thought.

In fact, this was not the first time Lancelot had heard of the concept of mental power. Many online articles he had read in his previous life had descriptions of mental power, which should be similar to superpowers such as moving objects through the air.

According to his understanding, mental power is probably the ability to use mental power to control objects without resorting to external forces or magic.

The passing standard for the mental power assessment only requires candidates to use their mental power to move the cotton ball. Thinking of this, Lancelot suddenly understood something.

The boy slowly closed his eyes, feeling the things around him in the darkness.

As time passed by second by second, Lancelot felt that the noisy examination room had calmed down unconsciously.

Apart from my own breathing, I couldn't hear any other sounds.

(End of chapter)