Chapter 666: Chapter 666

The "Angel" with six wings sensed the touch and couldn’t help but turn her head to scrutinize Leon.

After all four hundred plus cleaners had left the stage, the peculiar "abilities" they manifested disappeared, and Leon’s body, continuously eroded by strange "abilities," finally returned to its original appearance.

Although seated between the two strongest "abilities" resulted in constant burning by feathers and cuts from sharp currents hidden in gray mist, his face was now clearly visible. The opponent repeatedly cautioned about by the director felt...

"Angel" examined Leon’s features intensely, yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see any distinctive "auras" of a strong individual emanating from Leon’s face.

This supposed formidable opponent, who had caused their director significant psychological turmoil and tried to prevent her from participating in the exam, seemed like an ordinary young man — serious, meticulous, gentle, and polite, lacking memorable characteristics.

More importantly, he didn’t seem to display any "abilities."

Glancing behind at the radiant wings of the Unblemished Heaven, and then at the gray desolation of the Death God’s lifeless wasteland, Abigail shook her head slightly at Leon’s empty background.

Behind him, there existed no "invisible" concealed abilities; there truly was nothing manifested. His persistence in the first exam was purely due to his extremely strong will holding on...

I’ll be the one who wins in the end!

The "Angel" with six wings didn’t hide her actions, so Leon naturally noticed her observation and instinctively glanced at the exam paper on her desk.

Level 1 - Scorpio Branch - Abigail... the Purifier who "sanctified" the sheep’s whip?

Although cleaners from the Scorpio Branch were worth 5 Gold Wheels, upon remembering what the name represented, Leon’s demeanor warmed considerably, even moving slightly closer to her position.

Blocking a drifting feather with his hand, Leon smiled warmly and initiated conversation with keen interest:

"While executing an investigation task with Senior Alger, I heard some things about you. I originally planned to visit the Kingdom of Orleson when I had time, but unexpectedly, we met right here during the exam. What a coincidence."

A bit dazed by Leon’s enthusiastic expression, Abigail’s rosy lips parted in surprise, but she ultimately said nothing, just uttered a confused "ah."

Though her attitude seemed lukewarm and distant, Leon, determined to gather the Seven Sheep Miscellanies, wouldn’t mind it. Smiling nonchalantly, he continued chatting proactively.

Because of the Scorpio director’s repeated warnings before "departing," Abigail regarded Leon as a rival she’d never met, even feeling competitive, wanting to defeat him to prove herself.

However, as the saying goes, "One doesn’t hit a smiling face," dealing with Leon’s amicable interaction, Abigail, considering herself somewhat polite, couldn’t just lash out. She awkwardly and indifferently responded.

Yet, as the two chatted more, the atmosphere in the exam hall became rather peculiar.

The Pisces director on the podium sat quietly with eyes closed, adopting a "do whatever you like, and I’ll announce results once the exam ends" attitude, while two of the remaining test candidates oddly began chatting, seeming rather absorbed...

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Through the death-scented gray mist surrounding her, observing Leon and Abigail for a while, feeling overwhelmed by the odd vibe, the "Death God" couldn’t help but remind:

"Can you two be mindful? This is a promotion exam!"

Receiving the "Death God’s" reminder, Leon paused mid-conversation with Abigail, then turned back apologetically with a slight nod.

"Sorry for disturbing you; we’ll be quieter."

Is the problem the volume of your conversation?

After listening to the whispering duo’s negotiation and their shift in direction, resuming their low-toned chat further away, the increasingly isolated "Death God" grew more restless.

This is the largest and most attended promotion exam in over a hundred years, personally supervised by one of the twelve directors. Could you take it a bit more seriously?

Having been inexplicably subjected to silent treatment, the "Death God" couldn’t help but inquire:

"How much longer will this first exam last?"

Glimpsing at Leon’s position, the Pisces director replied leisurely:

"I mentioned before that this exam’s rankings depend on how long you can endure.

The three of you have special circumstances. The kid from the Virgo Branch seems impervious to pain, while your abilities nearly equalize, so it’ll likely be a long time until the final rankings are determined."

"Then there’s no need."

Perhaps due to discomfort from being "excluded" or lack of interest in the promotion exam rankings, the "Death God" suddenly lowered her exam paper decisively.

"I’ll take third place; please send me out!"

Whoa, why did this guy suddenly stop taking the exam?

Unaware of the issue being herself, watching the "Death God" unexpectedly withdraw from the exam, Leon furrowed his brows in surprise, then turned to the stiff-faced "Angel," gently suggesting:

"Senior Abigail, since she’s already left, shall we..."

Hmm? Are you planning to leave too?

Hearing Leon’s opener, Abigail’s eyes brightened.

Though Leon showed interest in befriending her, their lack of common topics resulted in awkward chats, making the experience quite taxing. Ending earlier would be...

"Why don’t we chat a bit more? I have an abnormal object that once belonged to a major Demon; it’s fascinated by your purification ability. How about"

"Next time for sure!"

Noticing Leon’s unaffected demeanor despite her abilities’ erosion, Abigail, who had been chatting for quite a while, immediately mastered the art of True Word, sprang up and addressed the Pisces director:

"Second place for me; please send me out!!!"