MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

But this wasn't the only thing that pressured them.

They had the exam coming up.

The written exam and the battle exam.

If you don't meet the requirements you can't even advance to the second year.

But this was the golden generation, some already met the requirements even before they got admission.

While a certain person has even met the graduation requirements before even getting admission.

Although the Academy was pulled into a shock once in a while.

The students didn't forget their primary goals.

They buried their heads in books.

Some basically lived at the library as they acquired points for it.

Anthony paying off their points debt helped in the situation.

Some spent their days in the training rooms and didn't come out.

They had all stopped going to class for two weeks as the Academy teaching session has ended and they were given that two weeks to prepare everything.

Those without points could only go on missions to get some.

Some didn't have the time to spend on missions and just straight up beat up the students that were weaker than them into giving up their points.

They just didn't have the time to spend some days completing some mission when there was an easy to do.

So the Academy was quiet as everyone were in their own working space as no one wanted to fail.

The written exams were always the first to happen before the battle exams followed up.

As for the ten fingers, they gathered in Marcus's room and discussed like they didn't have exam like the rest of the students.

They hadn't also seen Anthony for three months as he didn't entertain any of them.

Even in the Divine realm his residence remained restricted so no one saw him at all.

But they weren't worried like the rest even though they didn't know what Anthony was doing.

Although they had all become strong, they still remained humble as they knew they were just wolves in a poultry farm.

"Sighss...power is what matters the most in this world, why do we have to read and pass a written exam"

Mike said as he could be seen sitting on the ceiling while holding a book in his hand.

"I too don't understand this concept, isn't it better to just create a command department and send student who want to read and command armies but hold no power to fight to that department"

Ross chimed in.

"That department already exist bro, didn't you go through the Academy site, the Academy literally has everything, even alchemist are here, we just don't have classes with them since we focus on different comcepts"

Marcus instantly replied as he looked at Ross wondering how he didn't know this basic knowledge.

"The real question is why all of you are still complaining even when you have divine intellect, people have to struggle, but you don't yet you still complaining"

Spectre said as he shook his head and turned over a page in his book.

"Spectre you are just too uptight, I understand you don't want to disappoint the boss but its good to let loose once in a while"

Litt said as he didn't even bother reading and just sat down pressing his phone.

"I've been saying this for a while now, he is just like Clement, he doesn't talk and doesn't even reply when you greet him like he has issues with all of us, we know you are an assassin but at least talk when you aren't killing someone or at least make your presence known"

Arnold said as he turned to Clement who just sat down and said nothing in reply.

Darkness covered Clement totally as only his body shape could be made out.

He sat there like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike his prey.

He figure appeared like he was barely existing in real time.

He listens to their discussion but didn't say anything or join them, he just didn't have anything to say or add.

"But Litt I haven't even seen you read a single book, you know the boss won't be happy if you fall out of the top ten"

Arnold said as he looked at Litt who was pressing his phone without caring about the exams.

Others looked at him too, they knew Litt hasn't even glanced at a single book since their two weeks preparation period.

They didn't know where he got his confidence from, even Clement always read once in a while.

Litt smirked at their stares.

"What will I gain if I tell you where I get my confidence from, after all I stand a chance to stand at the first rank with the boss"

Immediately Litt said this, everyone frowned.

The fact that he said he could stand on same rank with the boss was too daring.

Although they hadn't seen Anthony for a while, they had no doubt that he would still come out on top during the written exam.

Anthony was the most mysterious force to them, they had some guesses about who he is but dared not say their guess out loud.

They still stared at Litt for his answer.

Litt could only sigh then said a single word.

"Shop"

That single word was enough to understand where Litt was going.

The place that allowed them to buy anything no matter what it is as long as they have enough points.

If it can sell anything, doesn't that mean it could sell the written exam questions or answers to them.

It struck them.

Why hadn't they thought of this.

The book Mike was holding instantly left his hands and dropped to the floor.

He had no need for it anymore.

Seeing their reaction, Litt chuckled and said

"It seemed at the end of the day I'm the only the only smart one"

This was how Litt was going to pass.

He would simply just buy the answer to the question during the exam, nice, simple and easy.

Then suddenly all of them grinned at same time.

Imagine eleven people holding a perfect score at same time and those same people were those that wrecked the mission hall.

Those who were holding any book immediately dropped it.

They didn't bother checking the system as they had total faith in it.

Besides they were sure Litt must have asked.

There was no way Litt was going to just blindly enter the exam with nothing in his head.

"I wonder when the boss will come back"

Vivian said softly from another side of the room as the girls didn't join the boys in their discussion.

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