231: Secret Profound Meaning - Five Limbs Writing Method

Chapter 231: Profound Mystery - Five Limbs Writing Together Great Method

At this moment, Dick had already transformed into a ruthless examination machine, his mind constantly thinking and calculating problems, while his hands, feet, and mouth were continuously writing.

Although "Perfect Coordination" is not the best Rogue talent, it is the most practical.

The human body is a precise and complex machine, but precisely because it is too complex, consciousness cannot achieve complete control.

When the environment is hot, you cannot control sweating...

When the pain is unbearable, you cannot turn off the pain sensation...

When you have a severe allergy, you cannot control your immune system...

Although the body's starting point is good, sometimes, good intentions end up causing harm.

The physical body, seemingly controlled by will, is actually like feudal lords who listen to summons but not declarations, often disobeying central commands.

Dick has always been someone with strong control desires; before controlling others, controlling himself is the most important.

And absolute control over the body is a very terrifying thing, meaning one can truly be the master of their body, making every part obey commands.

Just like now, Dick perfectly controlled his hands and feet, as if they were individuals capable of independent thought.

Under the effect of "Perfect Coordination", there is no such thing as a dominant hand or foot for Dick, because his whole body is dominant!

Outside the observation window, Fama and Adolf watched dumbfounded. Dick's writing speed was extremely fast, the speed of his feet and mouth was almost the same as his hands.

After finishing, he would turn the page and stack the test papers neatly. Dick never looked at the test papers again from beginning to end, because he had already memorized everything.

Not only the content of the questions, but also the order and position of the questions...

In a sense, it was as if five people were writing diligently at this moment, their speed directly increased fivefold, maximizing efficiency.

It was the first time Adolf had seen such an operation, and he exclaimed that it was heaven-defying. If this method were to be given a name, it could be called the "Five Limbs Writing Together".

"It's truly eye-opening. I swear in all these years, I've never seen anyone achieve such speed..."

The speed Adolf spoke of was not just the writing speed, but also Dick's thinking and calculation speed.

One must know that Dick never stopped at all, writing word after word, question after question. Even if he were just copying the answers, it probably wouldn't be that smooth.

On average, Dick could finish one test paper in less than two minutes. No, it was five papers!

At this speed, in less than two hours, Dick might be able to finish writing all 309 test papers!

Adolf could tell that the reason Dick was writing so desperately was to get the extra points for "submitting early".

After all, the rule for the Elite theory exam is, the earlier you finish, the more points you get!

Fama, who was sitting nearby drinking tea, pursed his lips. Dick's showing off made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

So he immediately snorted coldly, "Speed alone is not enough. If he just writes randomly and all the answers are wrong, then what's the point?"

"But..."

Adolf blinked his eyes and murmured, "But Count Grudia seems to be... writing everything correctly..."

"Wh- What?! Impossible!"

Fama immediately stood up, cast a magic spell to enhance his vision, and stared intently at Dick's test paper.

The handwriting written by his right hand was neat, the answers were standardized, and it looked as if it had been printed, with no errors found...

The same was true for what was written by his left foot; although the font was different, no faults could be found with the answers compared to the ones above...

As for the test paper Dick wrote with a pen held in his mouth... it was also perfectly neat, without even a punctuation mark omitted.

Fama widened his eyes and watched for over ten minutes, but couldn't find any problems.

Even for some difficult final problems, Fama had to pause for a few seconds to know the answer, but Dick instantly solved them, as if it were "1+1=2", requiring no thought.

"H- How is this possible... Could it be that the answer key was leaked..."

Fama sat back down on his chair, looking at Dick who was still writing furiously, feeling a strange sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Adolf, who was beside him, stroked his beard and chuckled, "Lord Fama, please stop joking. The Elite theory exams are all set by experts from headquarters on the same day."

For the Elite theory exam, there is absolutely no possibility of memorizing answers in advance, because there simply aren't any.

And afterwards, when the test papers are sent back to headquarters for grading, those experts do them again on the spot.

Of course, Fama knew this. He just felt that the scene before him was too surreal.

How could someone possibly be... be so heaven-defying?

Just as Adolf had predicted, Dick finished writing all 309 test papers in less than two hours, each paper filled with dense writing.

After a quick check, Dick raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to submit his papers early!

Fama and Adolf were already numb. They invigilated the entire time, watching Dick finish paper after paper using his unique skill, "Five Limbs Writing Together".

Until the very end, Fama couldn't find any errors in Dick's work. He even had the illusion that he was looking at an answer key.

After putting on his shoes and socks, Dick slowly walked out of the white room, rubbed his slightly sore wrists, and said casually, "So, can we talk about the practical assessment now?"

"Uh... of, of course," Adolf was momentarily stunned, then quickly smiled and said, "Count Grudia is so formidable, he will definitely pass the practical assessment!"

Adolf genuinely felt this way. He felt that this young man in front of him could still create miracles, and the youngest Class B Special-grade was about to be born.

Fama had a strange expression. He originally thought Dick was just going to experience the B-Class assessment, but he didn't expect him to be serious.

If Dick really succeeded, a 19-year-old B-Class Adventurer, and an Elite at that...

Fama didn't dare to imagine it. The people at the Adventurers Guild headquarters would probably come directly to find Dick and personally issue the certificate.

The Adventurers Guild is famous for liking talent. Every Elite receives excellent treatment, let alone Dick, who belongs to the most astonishing kind.

Five minutes later, in the Guild Master's office, Adolf couldn't stop praising as he flipped through the test papers Dick had finished.

"Too amazing, truly too amazing, Count Grudia, you couldn't have possibly started preparing for the exam in the womb, could you..."

The sheer volume of questions involved a massive amount of knowledge points, and Dick had signed up for the Swordsman Elite, which is arguably the most complex among the nine major professions.

Hearing this, Dick leaned back on the sofa with a relaxed expression and said casually, "Guild Master Adolf, you're joking..."

To achieve such heaven-defying results, starting to memorize from the womb is far from enough.

One must start from a hundred lifetimes ago!