Chapter 772 Examination Center

Chapter 772 Examination Center

F'arank was an Examining Officer.

His job required him to constantly sit behind the same desk, within the same building, every single day, for the arrival of Examination Candidates.

Administrative Professions were not the most respected in the Dragon Empire, but he and his colleagues weren't particularly scorned due to the role they played in one of the most important sectors of the Empire.

—Education.

The Entrance Examination Facility of the Empire was a massive structure that everyone throughout the land knew very well. It was visited by scores—if not hundreds—of Dragons every day, and remained the most popular way to enter the Academy.

In this place, young ones interested in further study in the Academy would apply as Examinees. As was trite, they would have to take an important exam known as the Entrance Exam, in order to test their capabilities and determine if they were indeed cut out for the Empire's only official and distinguished Academy.

Compared to what was practiced in other regions, the Dragon Educational System took a much different approach when it came to its potential students.

There was no restriction to the age and period which a student could apply to join the Academy. All they had to do was go to the Entrance Examination Facility and register themselves as viable candidates.

Once that happened, they would have to wait for the day of the Entrance Examination—which typically occurred once every week.

Hence, anyone could apply up to 52 times a year.

This system wasn't only restricted to Entrance Exams, but had a similar influence on the Academic Curriculum of the Academy itself.

Students could also move on to the next classes at no particular interval. As long as they distinguished themselves at any of the Academy Events and expressed their desire to climb the ranks—or class—they would be allowed.

In essence, education was all about ABILITY.

Those who lacked talent and skill would be left behind—though with the opportunity to get better and try again—while the truly powerful ones were throttled forward to achieve greater heights.

F'arank remembered how it took him nearly fifteen years to complete his own degree at the Academy, which was probably why he ended up being stuck in an Administrative Role, rather than as an official warrior for the Empire.

Despite being a Dragon Solider in Class, his role in society was nothing more than a clerk or proctor.

It sucked, but F'arank also recognized his role.

He—just like the rest of his comrades—was nothing more than a cog in this machine.

Any of them could be easily replaced, and barely anything interesting even happened.

Besides, most of the students who passed the Entrance Exams would still be expelled due to the harshness of the Academy's grading system, so it felt like they were recycling trash a lot of the time.

Still... F'arank could not complain about his job.

This was his duty to the Empire—all for the pleasure of the Emperor.

'H-huh...?' F'arank found a sudden change in the expression of his comrades the moment they finally made their way into the hall.

Their eyes were wide open—almost bloodshot—and their bamboozled expressions were far from the stale and predictable kind that he had grown to expect.

It seemed they were all at a loss for words.

'Come to think of it... why is it so quiet?'

A few hundred were supposed to remain at this point, which meant the battle had to be reaching its climax.

Yet... 'Ahh.'

... There was no sound.

F'arank took his eyes off his comrades and cast his gaze on the massive center that had was supposed to have become a battlefield.

Instead, it was nothing more than a sea of bodies.

Fallen Examinees littered the floor, to the point where their unconscious, wounded, and completely battered bodies covered the hard ground entirely.

Only two, out of the thousands, were still standing.

The boy had jet black hair, while the girl was blessed with pure white hair—the two opposites resembling a couple designed by fate. They had completely demolished the competition by themselves—and in such an absurdly small amount of time.

'Ahh...' He had never seen anything like this in all his life.

F'arank knew at that instant... only they would be admitted into the Academy the following week.

'... Amazing!'