Ch. 6.2

Isn't it enough just to look at the test in the first place?

Or it might not be the case.

"I'm already supposed to be admitted as per the original plot, so I'll just leave it blank."

'Don't tell me I'm going to be expelled.' While pondering, I noticed a boy staring blankly out the window with a lifeless expression, as opposed to me, who pretended to be taking the exam.

Mayuseong was an excellent student.

Even his side profile, with messy black hair, looked stunning under the sun. Aside from his radiant appearance, he had a rather dull face.

'Has he already become like that.'

That was the main problem of Mayuseong. Even though he was not yet an adult, he was bored with life.

Because life was too simple and plain for him.

Born into the world's most powerful family, with a brilliant brain and talent. The life where he lived without any obstacles no longer amused him.

The divergence here varied greatly depending on how the 'female lead' looks after Mayuseong.

Mayuseong might occasionally be on the side of evil faction.

The proclamation of Dark Demons working to destroy humans would induce a spark of interest in him, whose biggest problem was a boring life.

"He has the most serious family history issue in the first place."

I took a look at his exam paper, and he had answered all of the questions. 'Wow, he has already solved everything?'

It was not like me, who didn't know anything. In the midst of this, an idea struck me.

'Wait, isn't this exam recorded in Sentient Spec?'

While playing the game, I often went to the library and read books to build up various additional skills, so I was sure there was a lot of knowledge in Sentient Spec.

With that thought in mind, I took out my specs, and at that moment, I felt a hand grab my wrist from behind.

"Wait. What are those specs?"

"Yes, eh?"

As I stuttered in embarrassment, a man believed to be an instructor snatched the specs and brought them close to his eyes.

"You can't take out your specs during the test. You should have told me to get them tested beforehand?"

'Ahh. Come to think of it, I have heard that there are quite a few mages cheating with suspicious magic enchantment on their specs. It would never work in Stella Academy.'

'What should I do?'

As I was thinking about it, a message appeared in my mind.

[Loss of the item 'Sentient Spec' has been detected.]

[Would you like to get it back?]

'... No, you can't do that! What if I really get expelled because they thought it was enchanted with magic!'

As I stood still, the instructor looked around at the specs and nodded stiffly.

"There's no magic in it. Be careful next time."

"Uh, yes…"

I put the specs in my hands and sat down. He did not seem as thrilled as I thought.

'Wow, this would have been a real disaster if the original functions were still there.'

The myriad of functions contained in the ordinary looking specs had now been 'downgraded' and disappeared.

If it wasn't for that, I might have been expelled from school due to the detection of magic enchantment.

I decided to wear Sentient Spec pretending to be a veteran who had been doing it for decades.

'Oh…'

Indeed, all of the answers on the test paper began to appear. I tried to write down the answer sheet with excitement, but I had only solved three questions when I was interrupted.

"The exam is over, I'll take the answer sheet."

"Uh, huh?"

The answer sheet in my hand flew and fell into the instructor's hand. Like me, the other students' answer sheets also flew into his hands. I was not the only one left with regrets as everyone sighed.

'Oh, I thought I was finally going to use some of its functions.'

With a magic pen in my mouth, I knocked on the desk.

I was timidly playing with it, and the supervisor, who was checking the answer sheets suddenly trembled, and a vicious expression appeared on his face. He came up to me with extreme rage.

"You, give me those specs!"

"Yeah?"

"Quickly!"

I almost lost my mind. No, I think I was a little bit suppressed. The threat of a real magician had the power to make my heart sink.

As I quickly handed over the specs, he touched them with a contemptuous expression. He seemed to be injecting mana…

'What's wrong with him? I purposely wrote down the process of solving it in detail so that it wouldn't be misunderstood as cheating.'

"… Ummm."

Perhaps it wasn't the result he wanted. He tilted his head, saying, "This can't be true," and called an assistant waiting in front of him.

"Bring Dr. Greyan."

The assistant quickly left the classroom, and soon a doctor wearing a white gown, and specs appeared.

He was Dr. Greyan, a professor of the department of Magic Engineering at Stella Academy and was recognised as an authority in the world.

"How is it? Doctor."

"Well…."

The doctor, who was quietly observing my specs, looked at my exam paper and his eyes widened.

Did something really go wrong?

The doctor groaned for a long time. Looking at my face, specs, and test papers alternately, he finally opened his mouth.

"I'm sure the problem is solved… I can't help but doubt it."

"As expected, cheating..."

"But it's not cheating. I don't feel any magic enchantment in these specs or in this student's belongings. I'm sure he solved it with pure skill."

And then, he smiled wildly.

"Huh, this is very interesting. It's something worth living for a long time. As expected, this year's freshmen are amazing."

He handed over the paper back to the instructor, as if he had finished checking the test paper. Then, Dr. Greyan tapped him on the shoulder.

"Anyway, Professor Lee Hanwol, please apologise to the student and guide him well."

"… I see."

The doctor tapped me on the shoulder too and walked out. When I put back the specs and looked at the instructor with a blank look, he shook his head slightly at me.

"I misunderstood. I apologise."

Since I really cheated, I was worried about whether I should receive this apology or not.

But, I soon recalled that my specs were a perfect part of me to the point where the mages could not even notice. If Dr. Greyan did not know, it was safe to say that no one in the world would have the skill to do it.

If it was such a perfect trick, wouldn't it be my skill and not a trick anymore?

So, I stiffened my shoulders and said, "Shit happens. Just be careful next time."

After all, I was a generous man.