The First Stage Of The Assessment, Instant Kill!

"You're not allowed to ask questions? What if you don't understand?" someone whispered.

Suddenly, beams of light shot out from the trial tower and enveloped the murmurers. In an instant, they vanished. The same commanding voice echoed once more:

"Violating the rules results in immediate disqualification."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Thousands of candidates stood frozen in shock, hastily covering their mouths. The silence that followed was so deep that you could hear a pin drop. Even their breathing became cautious, as no one dared risk being eliminated after so many years of preparation.

Lin Moyu recalled Lu Yun's repeated warnings before the exam began: In the grand exam, follow every rule to the letter. No exceptions.

The rules were indeed strict, and even the smallest slip could be costly. Lin Moyu was confident in his ability to follow them, but he cast a glance over to Gao Yang, who was struggling. For someone as talkative as him, staying silent seemed torturous. Gao Yang had clamped his hands over his mouth as if fighting off an instinct.

"This guy has some self-awareness after all," Lin Moyu thought with an amused smirk.

The voice resounded again, outlining the structure of the exam:

"The Trial Tower tailors different test scenarios based on each profession. Support classes will have non-combat tasks, while combat classes will face battle scenarios. After completing the basic test, candidates will be able to choose their level of difficulty. Higher difficulty leads to more points. Points are not only your exam results but are also valuable in future higher education institutions, where they are more important than gold coins."

The candidates listened intently as the voice continued, "You may use the equipment you've brought, but any additional items or unauthorized props are strictly forbidden. Any violation of this rule will result in immediate disqualification. Your storage space will be sealed during the exam."

The rules were clear and left no room for confusion. Only those with zero self-control would have been disqualified earlier.

"Now, all candidates, line up and enter the tower."

Everyone followed the instructions in orderly fashion. Even the most privileged and arrogant candidates understood the gravity of the exam and kept their behavior in check. The annual grand exam of the Shenxia Empire was no small matter—spanning across every major province, including Jiangning Province. On this day, over 100,000 people were being tested, and the empire's top brass watched closely. No one would dare risk their future by acting out of line.

Among the crowd was Wang Zihao, the young president of the Dynasty Guild. Known for his arrogance, even he fell in line, knowing that the consequences of stepping out of order were dire.

As Lin Moyu approached the entrance of the tower, he removed his shield badge, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, a flash of light enveloped him, teleporting him into an isolated space.

This was as Lin Moyu had expected. The Trial Tower operated like a dungeon, with each entrant transported to their own personal trial area.

On the top floor of the tower, several high-ranking officials observed the candidates. Dressed in warrior, mage, and support class attire, all of them were over level 70 and held the authority to oversee the Jiangning Provincial Exam.

"Lin Moyu, Level 16, Necromancer?" one of the examiners remarked, reading the candidate's profile.

"This is the new class reported by Xihai No. 1 Middle School," another chimed in.

"It's been decades since we've seen a new class emerge. The last one was over 30 years ago, wasn't it?"

"Yes, an Elf Envoy, a rare control-class profession. This necromancer seems to be a summoning mage, based on the reports."

"Let's see how strong this new class is. Hopefully, it won't disappoint."

The examiners finalized Lin Moyu's test parameters based on the assumption that the necromancer class would be as strong as rare-level professions.

Back in Lin Moyu's trial space, a wolf-headed figure in mage robes appeared before him. The creature wielded a staff, clearly a magical opponent. However, a barrier of light separated them, preventing Lin Moyu from scanning its stats.

"The exam task is to defeat the Wolf Orc Mage."

A countdown appeared, and Lin Moyu summoned one of his skeleton warriors beside him. As the countdown reached zero, the light barrier vanished, and his soul flame struck the wolf mage at lightning speed.

The monster let out a single cry before collapsing to the ground.

"Did it just die… instantly?"

Lin Moyu blinked, momentarily stunned at how quickly the monster had fallen.

Meanwhile, the examiners were equally shocked.

"What kind of skill was that?" one asked, disbelief clear in their voice.

"An instakill? That shouldn't be possible."

"Is there a mistake in the settings?"

"No, everything is correct. The monster was two levels higher than Lin Moyu, as is standard for rare-level professions."

It was common knowledge that rare professions were tested against monsters stronger than themselves. While most candidates faced intense battles, none had ever dispatched their opponents with such ease.

"To think a necromancer could have such destructive power," one examiner murmured. "This new class may be far more formidable than we anticipated."