I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 317 - 305: I Want to Stuff the Test Paper into the Dean’s Mouth!

Chapter 317: Chapter 305: I Want to Stuff the Test Paper into the Dean’s Mouth!

Apard was a remarkably ordinary apprentice in the Iyeta Academy, and he was well aware that in terms of intelligence and computing power, he was much less capable than those who had joined the elite class. If he wanted to pass this graduation test, let alone stand out and gain the recognition of the academy dean, he had to resort to some unconventional methods!

For example, last night, he had spent a hefty sum to obtain a special alchemical powder from a skilled herbalist, which, when mixed with ink to write cheats, could only be seen with the use of specific magic.

So Apard bravely placed the parchment filled with formulas and sample problems blatantly on his desk, feigning to work on the problems while using conjuring magic to see the examples.

‘Good… the dean has explained these few problems before, if I just switch the numbers around, I can figure them out.’ he thought to himself.

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Apard was smugly calculating on the parchment, and within minutes, he had solved the first five questions. However, he quickly realized that this method of swapping examples was not always effective, as many types of questions on the exam paper were completely unfamiliar, and simple substitution of formulas and numerical manipulation simply did not work.

Apard pondered hard, then stubbornly cast the spell again to reveal the cheats on the roll of parchment, perusing line by line, hoping to find some formula he’d missed.

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Just then, a sudden whooshing sound echoed in his ear, and before Apard could react, a long copper nail had already whizzed by, pinning his quill and exam paper to the desk… The parchment in front of him fluttered and flew autonomously towards the proctor’s desk.

“Dean…” Apard was startled, swiftly standing up from his seat.

Lynn extended his hand, and the parchment landed in his palm.

Apard struggled to maintain a facade of calm, suppressing his fear and agitation, continuously comforting himself that the special invisible ink was very well hidden and impossible to be detected.

The proctors, Orlando and Fula, who had been absorbed in contemplating the exam questions, also remembered their duties and immediately approached. The parchment appeared to have nothing but a few scrappy drafts written on it.

However, everyone understood that this must be some form of cheating; otherwise, the dean would not have taken such startling and sudden action.

Lynn looked at Apard with amusement, instantly guessing that this must be ink that could become invisible.

Thinking such a small trick could fool him was clearly wishful thinking.

Invisible ink is but a spectrum that’s invisible to the naked eye, so… With a thought, Lynn’s magic power instantly constructed a prism that refracted the sunlight streaming in from the window, converging the likewise invisible ultraviolet rays onto the parchment, revealing the hidden text.

Apard’s face turned deathly pale, inwardly cursing that damnable herbalist. Hadn’t he said that this stuff was so discreet, even a fully-fledged Wizard wouldn’t notice?

“Apard, I believe I’ve made it clear before what the consequences of cheating are. You may leave now,” Lynn said, tossing the parchment back and speaking indifferently.

“Dean, please, I beg you, give me another chance…” Apard pleaded in panic. He was already twenty-nine years old, and according to the customs of Iyeta, if one didn’t become a formal Wizard by age thirty, they would be deemed without potential and expelled from the academy.

Lynn was unswerving. If one chooses to take a shortcut, they must bear the risks. Without punishment, it would be unfair to those who worked hard and studied earnestly…

So no matter how much Apard cried and begged, Lynn simply waved a hand to have Orlando take the person away, lest they disturb the other students taking the exam.

Despite this lesson, the number of students attempting to cheat in this exam was still not a few, each one harboring the hope that they would not get caught.

As for the methods of cheating, they could be described as varied and many, the simpler ones involved writing answers on their hands or sleeves and sneaking peeks when they thought no one was looking.

Then there were the clever ones, such as an apprentice who had mastered a kind of magic that allowed them to peer at others’ answers undetected through the reflection of light—were it not for Lynn having surpassed the rank of a great wizard, the trick would have almost fooled him.

There were also methods like using the far-sight technique to spy on answers. Fortunately, Lynn had been through many battles; even though there was no magic in his past life, the high-tech methods of cheating were not inferior to magic at all. Thus, it took him only a few minutes to single out these cheaters.

Immediately, the exam room erupted into wails as, out of the two hundred and thirty students taking the test, a full thirty-seven attempted to cheat in various ways and were all driven out, their grades declared void on the spot.

Ailoke watched as one apprentice after another had their exam qualification revoked, walking past him with gloomy expressions and facing severe punishment, and couldn’t help but swallow hard. In fact, he had also prepared a cheat sheet but was too conflicted and scared to take it out.

After all, the headmaster had left an indelible impression of fear on him, but he escaped detection by sheer luck. While feeling secretly relieved, he had no choice but to wrack his brains and continue with the questions.

Even if the written exam scores were a bit lacking, there was still a practical exam to come. As long as one performed exceptionally well, getting a decent score would still be possible.

Lydia, who was also in the exam room, had a mindset that was the exact opposite of Ailoke’s.

As a halfling with little magical talent, being able to take this exam was solely due to Lynn’s special permission. However, the headmaster would not give her any shortcuts.

This meant that she was destined to score zero in the practical shaping subject. She could only try a little harder in alchemy and herbology, though passing seemed difficult.

To pass the exam smoothly, she had to perform extremely well in the written subjects…

Lydia was exceptionally hardworking. As an airship maker and pilot, she was well-versed with the calculations for the area and volume of geometric shapes and the various formulas for free fall, so she finished the basic questions in just an hour and a half.

However, when it came to the last dozen questions, she was stumped. These questions involved celestial motion or functions, and even the simplest among them required complex geometric computations enough to give anyone a headache.

Take one of the questions for instance…

[A, B, and C are our three artillery positions. A is 6,000 kilometers east of B, and C is 5,000 kilometers from B toward the north, slanted west at 30 degrees. P is the enemy priest group’s position. At a certain moment, a bishop used the divine arts of messaging, which was detected by our side. Since positions B and C were further from point P compared to A, it took three seconds later to detect the traces of the messaging divine arts. Given that the messaging divine arts travel at a speed of one thousand kilometers per second, calculate the angle of the barrage from position A towards the priest group’s position…]