Chapter 1577: Chapter 1572: Workshop (9)

Incredible...

Even though he was doing his utmost to maintain his composure, Fu Qian’s response to the trial once again shattered the psychological defenses of the two senior members.

In that moment, what had seemed like a determined stride out the door by Miss Yingzhu came to a sudden halt, freezing her in place.

Opposite her, Oz was utterly dumbfounded.

"Stay true to your original intention to reach your goal!"

Witnessing this scene, Fu Qian also felt a heartfelt realization, once again grasping the philosophy of life in those words.

The effectiveness is undoubtedly linked to unwavering persistence.

This "the whole world is wrong" confidence isn’t just something you say, it’s something you embody.

To face such a test with trembling anxiety and great mental effort, all just to scribble some self-validation on the final answer?

Sorry, a true middle school syndrome doesn’t need validation.

In the stagnant air, time seemed to pass extraordinarily slowly.

But Fu Qian said nothing, considerately giving the other side time to react.

"So... you’re abandoning this test?"

A moment later, Miss Yingzhu finally took a deep breath, staring over here with an odd expression.

Reality did not disappoint Fu Qian’s expectations; after the brewing, the other party undoubtedly delivered a perfect assist.

"No, I’m just submitting early."

Pushing nonexistent glasses up his nose, Fu Qian smirked coldly.

"I don’t need all night; this is my final answer, and there’s nothing to discover."

"You can score it now."

...

"You still don’t quite understand your situation..."

For the third time, the room was shaken to its core.

Fortunately, the two workshop members, having been repeatedly enlightened, finally seemed to have built some resistance.

This time, even Oz spoke first, expressing confusion about Fu Qian’s behavior of submitting a blank paper.

"Trust me, this is by no means an empty arrogance; I have always been acutely aware of my own situation."

Unfortunately, the tone in which Fu Qian responded already had a hint of transformation, and his gaze around the room was filled with an unyielding resolve that the world could not comprehend.

"I’m not sure how others who have been here before interpreted these things or used them to transcend themselves."

"But to me, they’re just some peculiar patterns, nothing more."

"As for your claims about containing the World Rules, I won’t argue, but if I must understand it that way, I tend to think they’re just a faint illusion of brilliance."

With a cold smirk, Fu Qian’s fingers rubbed the surface of the gold coin.

"Their existence is incomplete, and not capable of bearing any power."

...

The groundwork was laid all along: only by passing the test could one enter the workshop.

After arriving at this mysterious place, along with the spectacular scene inside, it’s indeed easy to give everything you have.

But unfortunately, rather than going along with this seemingly reasonable process, Fu Qian preferred to adhere to his understanding of the organizational culture.

On one hand, being a Second Phase member, coupled with experience in interacting with this "knowledge is power" faction, allows him to fully conclude that simple patterns yield nothing.

However, even without this recognition, Fu Qian believes that perfectly embodying his original middle school syndrome persona might still be the best solution for the current situation.

The exam’s answer might be unique, but the way to pass it is not.

Someone who has already found the gold coin, conceptually proving a small Talent, and simultaneously perfectly aligning with the corporate culture.

Such talent is evidently valuable for this kind of underground organization.

Let alone, given the current exhibited persistence, if the assessment fails, one cannot imagine what the person who believes "the call of destiny" was obstructed by villains will do next.

Thus, the moment Fu Qian understood the test content, he had already determined his answering strategy.

Now the pressure was on the examiner’s side.

And it was clear that Oz didn’t know what to say, only looking at Lady Yingzhu waiting for her to decide.

"Very well..."

The latter was evidently also impressed by the test taker’s performance, and there was no further tedious "Are you really sure?" back-and-forth.

Instead, a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Though reluctant to admit it, it seems that you’ve created another record, completing the test in the fastest time so far."

...

Indeed.

At that moment, Fu Qian, who always liked to put himself in others’ shoes, instantly confirmed a certain suspicion about the nature of the test.

This seemingly serious test was never meant for the testees to gain any insights.

The Talent aspect was already completed when seeking the gold coin earlier.

After lengthy contemplation, ultimately not self-deceiving, firmly confirming no gain, and honestly expressing it, that seemed to be the answer they wanted for the test.

The so-called assessment of Spiritual Attribute.

Though at first glance somewhat like a joke, it might actually have its logic behind it.

Aside from the emphasis on virtue before mastering martial arts, this final assessment method was also a form of disguise.

After much effort, it ended in such a farce, really fitting the image of the middle school syndrome organization.

Of course, it now seemed that his determination to stick to his original intention almost perfectly passed this political exam.

"Congratulations, the call of destiny has arrived."

Amidst his thoughts, Oz, who suddenly changed demeanor along with Miss Yingzhu’s indication, walked aside, returning with a heavy tome in hand.

"Sign your name."

"What is this thing?"

Without reaching to take it, letting Oz place it in front of him, Fu Qian frowned and asked.

The brown leather cover looked ancient, even faintly showing signs of dried blood stains, giving it a rather extraordinary appearance.

"A roster, a mark of admission to the workshop."

Oz replied, his demeanor full of pride.

"Trust me, this honor is not easily earned."

"Does it include everyone who is granted admission to the workshop?"

Fu Qian finally seemed to show some interest as he reached out to open it.

To his disappointment, this heavy roster only used the first few pages, and at a glance, each page contained only one name.

"There isn’t only one roster; this is the latest one."

Clearly seeing his confusion, Lady Yingzhu personally explained.

Such reasoning made sense; if he were a Sage or one of them, using it as a deception would be plausible, but they likely wouldn’t make such a blatant record.

With a slight nod, Fu Qian turned to the latest blank page, pausing to glance at the last new name before his test—Sophia.

The handwriting was beautiful, and it seemed to be a genuine name, with an air of good upbringing.

Is it true that no one can escape the middle school syndrome phase in life?

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