MM Racing Page 2
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His breathing stopped, blood rushed to his head, and his heart pounded deafeningly.
He subconsciously turned his stiff neck and looked toward the window in the corridor.
There stood a female student, and a small brown fox was lying at her feet, affectionately rubbing its furry head against her trouser leg.
It's Ibrahimovic.
The moment Lin Che's gaze focused on Ibu, his entire world changed.
A virtual panel, woven from countless pale blue data streams, silently unfolded above Eevee's head. Only he could see the panel, and every character on it exuded an aura of absolute truth.
[Elf: Ibrahimovic]
[Attribute: General]
[Level: LV.12]
[Ability: Adaptability (The power of moves of the same type as the user is increased)]
Lin Che's pupils suddenly contracted.
Level and characteristics are relatively basic information, but what followed made his heart almost jump out of his chest!
Individual Values (IVs): 3V (HP-P, ATK-V, DEF-P, SPA-V, SPD-U, SPE-V)
"V"!
In his eyes, this letter shone brighter than any gold!
In the game of the previous life, V stands for "Very Good," which means the maximum individual value of 31! This means that this Eevee's Attack, Special Attack, and Speed stats are theoretically perfect!
P (PrettyGood) and U (Useless) represent the levels of other talents.
This "genetic code," accurate to every specific value, is the ultimate secret that every breeder in this world dreams of, yet remains unattainable! They can only vaguely deduce a Pokémon's strengths through countless battles, feeding, and observations, but they can never see it so clearly at a glance!
But that wasn't the most shocking thing for him.
His gaze was fixed on the last two lines of the panel.
[Nature: Soft (+Special Defense, -Defense)]
[Potential Assessment: Gym Level (This Pokémon's growth ceiling has a very small chance of being exceeded)]
Dojo level!
These three words struck Lin Che's soul like a heavy hammer blow.
If individual values and personality determine a Pokémon's "lower limit" and "growth direction," then this thing called "potential assessment" directly determines its "upper limit"!
It starkly and mercilessly marks out the highest achievement a spirit can attain in its entire life!
Lin Che's breathing became extremely heavy, his chest heaving violently. An indescribable ecstasy mixed with immense shock almost overwhelmed his reason.
He saw through everything!
Level, traits, extremely precise individual values, personality modifications that determine growth direction, and even the potential ceiling for future achievements!
All the most fundamental and essential secrets about an elf were revealed to him without reservation!
He understood what this meant instantly.
This means that the talent-gathering skills that seasoned breeders have accumulated over a lifetime, and the talent selection experience that dojo owners are so proud of, will become worthless in front of him!
He no longer needed any guessing or probing.
He could see through every elf's disguise as easily as flipping through the most precise instruction manual, reaching the deepest essence of their being!
What a terrifying advantage this is!
This is a kind of dimensional reduction attack that transcends all the rules of this world!
Lin Che forcefully suppressed the roar that was about to burst out of his body. He bit his tongue hard, and the intense pain brought a sliver of clarity back to his chaotic thoughts.
He needs to confirm!
He immediately shifted his gaze from the Eevee to the Pokémon carried by the other students around him.
At the feet of a muscular boy, followed by a spirited wrist.
[Pokémon: Machop]
[Potential Assessment: Average]
A bob perched on the shoulder of a quiet girl, preening its feathers.
【Pokémon: Popo】
[Potential Assessment: Beginner Level]
A series of light blue data streams refreshed continuously in his field of vision before disappearing.
Each refresh made his understanding of this cheat called "Eye of Truth" clearer.
Each confirmation fueled the fire within him, making it burn even brighter.
Standard level.
Beginner level.
These cold, hard ratings made him realize even more how rare it was to find an Eevee with "Gym-level" potential. They also made him more clearly understand just how extraordinary his own ability truly was!
It's a filter!
It's a treasure detector!
It is the ultimate artifact that can accurately find the most brilliant diamond among thousands of grains of sand!
This is the greatest asset one can have to establish oneself in this world and even reach the top!
Lin Che slowly clenched his fist, finger by finger. His knuckles cracked slightly from the excessive force.
The air in his chest seemed to be ignited, so hot it almost burned through his lungs.
college entrance examination?
No.
This is no longer an exam that determines the future.
This is the opening ceremony for him, Lin Che, to sound the clarion call for his counterattack in this brand new world!
Chapter 3 Exam Begins, and This is an easy question!
Inside the examination room, the low hum of hundreds of computer fans created a somber background noise.
The air is filled with sweat, ozone unique to electronic devices, and an invisible substance called "stress".
Hundreds of candidates sat upright in their seats like soldiers awaiting inspection. Many of them had their backs soaked with cold sweat, and their fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly.
Lin Che is an isolated island in this tense ocean.
He leaned back, his back completely pressed against the ergonomic chair, his posture relaxed.
My fingertips tapped unconsciously on the cold tabletop, producing a regular and steady tapping sound.
I skillfully entered my candidate number and password, logged in, and it was all done in one smooth motion.
The screen lit up, and the exam interface popped up.
Part One: Comprehensive Written Test on Elf Theory.
Lin Che's gaze swept across the screen, as calm as a lake in late autumn.
The text of the first question clearly came into his view.
"Please discuss the Special Defense bonus of Sandstorm weather to Rock-type Pokémon, and list three non-Ground, Rock, and Steel-type Pokémon that are immune to Sandstorm weather."
Almost at the same instant the question arose, a strange, indescribable look appeared in his calm eyes.
It wasn't the solemnity of facing a difficult problem, but rather a feeling akin to... nostalgia and a wry smile.
His thoughts seemed to transcend time and space.
He returned to that other world, to the late night when he and countless netizens were arguing heatedly on the forum about the construction of the "Sandstorm Team".
To prove their point about a single characteristic or skill combination, they can cite numerous sources and list hundreds or even thousands of battle data points.
These are the kinds of knowledge that gamers in the previous life had studied to the core, but in this world, they are the college entrance exam questions that determine the fate of countless people.
Lin Che's lips curled up slightly in a smile.
That smile vanished in an instant, too quickly for anyone to catch.
His fingers landed on the keyboard.
Without the slightest hesitation, without a moment's thought.
The crisp, rhythmic tapping sounds, in the oppressive computer room, were like a unique musical movement.
"Traits: [Magic Defense], [Dust Resistance], [Sand Power]..."
He even had the leisure to add details in his mind.
Clefairy with magic defense, Excadrill with dust protection, Excadrill with sand power... these are all regulars in the Sandstorm Brotherhood.
His typing speed was steady and efficient, and every character he typed was accurate.
The questions on the screen kept scrolling down.
Type advantages and disadvantages, ability application, genetic laws, and even Pokémon ecology and breeding nutrition...
What others might find tricky and difficult, he saw as clear as a reference book with the answers already marked.
These are absolutely free points.
He didn't even need to recall it; that knowledge had long since become instinct, imprinted deep within his soul.
All around, there were suppressed sighs rising and falling, frustrated scratching of hair, and the mouse pointer moving back and forth meaninglessly on the screen.
In Lin Che's world, there is only the light from the screen and the absolutely correct answers flowing from his fingertips.
Time passes minute by minute.
As Lin Che typed the last period, he glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the screen.
There are still more than two-thirds of the allotted time remaining until the end of the written exam.