Chapter 599: A Complete Exit
Chapter 599: A Complete Exit
Exemption?!
After reading the reminder from Materialism, Lyon couldn't help but pause, then instinctively looked up at the Twin Fish Director sitting on the podium. The basic effect of the Materialism badge was that the more he "understood" anomalies, the more he could resist corresponding anomalies, and the "Anomaly Observation" secret technique of the Pisces Palace could directly provide him with a vast amount of information.
If he learned the Pisces secret technique and gained this unparalleled analytical ability, then wouldn't it mean...
"Lyon?"
Seeing that Lyon was silently standing beside her, having finished off the Hundred-Legged Queen Ant, Amien couldn't help but gently nudge him and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"..."
"Lyon?"
"Oh, oh!"
Lyon, who had exerted himself to pull his gaze away from the Twin Fish Director with his eyes closed, smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I was a bit distracted... Amien, thanks for coming to help me just now."
"It's okay, and I didn't really help much. It's mainly because you're quite capable."
After glancing at the Horned Man, who had already fallen under the table, his body invaded by Lyon's talent, Amien looked at Lyon, whose physical contact with others' talents seemed to have no effect on him, and said expectantly, "Lyon, do you want to continue working with me and end this exam early?"
End the exam early?
After hearing Fecal Woman's words, all the cleaners around changed their expressions.
As for what this "rinse" actually meant, the Bull Division's Horned Man had already demonstrated with his own experience. These two perverts from the Virgin Bureau were probably going to replicate what they had just done, "rinsing" everyone one by one!
"Sir Twin Fish!"
Realizing their intention, a cleaner immediately shouted, "This is a single-combat-oriented exam! Their teamwork should be considered a violation!"
"Yes! We can't let them get away with this!"
"That guy hasn't even manifested his talent, it's too unfair if he manages to last until the end!"
"But if we get close, our talents will influence each other, and we won't be able to team up like them!"
"That's not my concern."
The Twin Fish Director, with one eye open and the other closed, glanced at the Shit-Pouring Duo with appreciation, "What I can confirm right now is that they are not violating any rules. Don't think I'm favoring anyone; when that Bull tried to cause trouble earlier, I didn't stop him either. In any case, as long as you don't break the rules I've set, you're free to do as you please."
"..."
After receiving the Twin Fish Director's permission for "freedom of action," Amien smiled with satisfaction. She then signaled Lyon to start "rinsing" the other candidates one by one. Most of the cleaners couldn't help but feel tense.
No... Do we still have the freedom to be traded in a market? The freedom to be force-fed shit soup?
"Come on, guys... Do you have to be so ruthless?"
"After being pulled out from under the table by Lyon, the male cleaner with a fox tail growing from his buttocks, who had tried to escape, couldn't help but complain with a mournful expression:
'I've already abandoned the exam and hid under the table, yet you still dragged me out and forced me to go through it again?'
'This... I'm sorry...'
Glancing at the top of the fox-tailed man's exam paper, Lyon noticed the mark of the Scales Division and awkwardly explained:
'Well, your Lyon value is five gold... I mean, your abilities and talents are exceptional. We at the Virgin Bureau are aiming for first place this time, so we must try to suppress others' scores.'
'...'
'Sorry about that.'
How can you say you're sorry when you clearly aren't?
After the fox-tailed man fell to the ground with a look of grief and indignation, Lyon, who had just finished dealing with nearly three hundred examinees, wiped his sweat and then looked worriedly at the Fecal Woman beside him, her face pale.
'Senior Amien, are you okay?'
If you're asking about her condition, it's definitely not good...
Hearing Lyon's concerned inquiry, Fecal Woman couldn't help but smile and then nodded vigorously.
'I'm fine, let's continue!'
Although this batch of cleaners participating in the examination had only average strength and talent, even if they were mediocre, after clashing with the 'talents' of three hundred people, Lyon's willpower was also reaching its limit.
However, even though his willpower was nearly at its limit, there was something else that could be used as 'fuel' to keep him going. If he could see Lyon overpowering everyone and directly securing first place for the Virgin Bureau, it would be worth taking a month off to recover afterward!
'Alright...'
Through Senior Amien's eyes, Lyon felt her determination and decided not to ask further questions. Instead, he followed the exhausted Fecal Woman, continuing his 'irrigation' journey.
Soon, amidst a series of scolding and cursing, almost all the examinees in the examination hall had crawled under their desks, leaving only two silhouettes, one black and one white, still sitting in their original seats.
'Alright, it seems I can only help you this far.'
After glancing at the two figures, Amien, who had endured over four hundred talent clashes and was now mentally exhausted, leaned on Lyon's support and found three chairs arranged in a row to lie down. Then, with a content smile, she promised:
'Good luck! If you also get first place in this exam, when we return to the bureau, I'll give you ten bottles of my treasured potion!'
'...'
Thank you for the encouragement, but let's skip the potion...
Amidst Lyon's peculiar expression, the already exhausted Amien lay down peacefully, securing the fourth-place ranking. As all the other cleaners had already left, leaving only the top three, the Pisces Director, sitting cross-legged on the podium, opened her eyes and slightly swayed her hunched body.
'Buzz!'
Accompanied by a strange buzzing sound, the spacious examination hall suddenly shrunk, ejecting all the fallen cleaners. The once-huge hall now only had the front row of seats remaining.
The 'Angel' with six wings on her back sat on the left, the 'Death' hidden in the gray mist sat on the right, and the scarred Lyon sat in the middle. The three of them sat shoulder to shoulder, very close together, with Lyon's left leg even touching the soft feathers on the Angel's wings.
(End of Chapter)
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