Tens of thousands of candidates looked up at the monument in unison, holding their breath and frantically searching for their destinies among the dense numbers.
Each time someone found their number on it, the crowd erupted in joyful cheers, even to the point of tears.
Meanwhile, more people, after repeatedly confirming without success, heaved sighs of disappointment, the light in their eyes quickly dimming.
Families of thousands rejoice, while families of millions sorrow.
Although passing the written test didn't mean entering the Academic State, at least it was a ticket to a broad road of opportunities!
"I… I passed!" Ira pointed to a line of small characters on the monument, her voice trembling with excitement, "Seventy points! I passed!"
"I'm on it too! Sixty-five!" Finic cheered and high-fived her, then turned his gaze to Barrett.
"Haha, I'm on it too… sixty points!" Barrett smiled honestly, and the two genuinely felt happy for this blacksmith's child.
