Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 18: Chapter 17

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Ling Xuan opened his eyes with a jerk. “Hah Hah Hah” He found himself once again in the Examination Hall. Ling Xuan quickly calmed himself down and remembered what had happened. “ The fusion of souls.” Who was he, Ling Xuan or Carto Harts ? The answer was actually none of them. He was someone who was born from the personalities of Carto and Ling Xuan, in other words something like Carto Xuan. “Old Xuan was right, the soul fusion really covered the weakness of both.” The indifference to murder and the intelligence of a nerd was one hell of a power up. Thus a nerf was necessary. “It’s going to take a while for the complete personality to develop.” Fusing two different souls that came from two different worlds with similar but different laws would without doubt prove to be a hurdle, even for himself who had a heavenly cheat to his name. “I am still only 4/10 of Carto, when it reaches 5/10 then the complete personality can be created and until then, one can only wait.” The incomplete personality or rather Ling Xuan sighed. “Half an hour remains !” A shout echoed throughout the hall. “Ah fuck ! The beach really ate up a lot of time.” Ling Xuan quickly grabbed the question paper and began reading it. It was a paper that although contained a lot of questions, the total points that could be obtained were 10 which was understandable based on the aforementioned rules stated by the Masked Man. “I really am starting to get reminded of Carto’s time on Earth.” Ling Xuan smiled wryly. He took hold of the ink brush and began writing on the answer sheet. ———————————————————————————————— Time inched forward as Ling Xuan rapidly wrote down everything he could for the questions. “Hmm, if he has slower speed then I can easily outrun him and then attack again and run.” “Ah, this one is hard, we gotta be psychological it seems.” Finally Ling Xuan had arrived at the final question. Describe your "Martial Way." It had no points attributed to it, thus the need to write an answer was optional and only if one had the time. “ 5 minutes remain !” A shout echoed throughout the hall once again. Ling Xuan, at first hesitant, began writing his answer. “My answers will surely be sent to the people in charge of selecting disciples for their sect. Thus if I ace this answer, the chances of becoming an inner disciple or even a core disciple will surely rise !” With such a thought process Ling Xuan began writing his answer. Scribble - Scribble. Ling Xuan wrote everything that held true to his Martial Way, his goal was given physical form for the first time. “Brushes down !” An immense wave swept past all the students in the hall causing them to stumble and for some to fall down their seats. “Anyone that tries to add anything to their paper will be disqualified !” The masked man shouted as countless masked guards stepped out of their hiding place and began collecting everyone’s sheet. The question papers of all the examinees had a special number differentiating them from other students, this made it easy for the guards to collect the papers. Nobody resisted or begged for more time to write, either all of them had already completed or they feared being disqualified. Yet this did not stop the sighs of worry from being heard throughout the hall. As the papers were taken away to somewhere no examinee knew , the masked man coughed to clear his throat. “Now that the 2nd Test has been completed, we will now move to the area for the 3rd Test !” As the man said so, Ling Xuan felt his body feel lighter and his vision getting blurry. He suddenly realised why the guards from before were wearing masks, it was for this ! “Wherever or whatever the final test is, it is surely an important one considering such an arrangement.” Ling Xuan thought before falling asleep. Slowly all the examinees were in a state of artificially induced state of unconsciousness. “Well although it took a while to kick in, at least they work.” The Masked Man shrugged and clapped his hands. Immediately