Chapter 1212

"Correct, correct, correct… slow down, correct, oh my god, all correct!"

Thirty medium-difficulty materials, and Lin Cheng recognized all of them in less than a minute—every single one correct, without exception!

Zhao Afu stood frozen on the spot, thinking how something he himself, a fourth-rank Forger, couldn't do, this newcomer Lin Cheng could do with ease.

Even if he stopped identifying materials right now, this score alone could easily earn him a fourth-rank Forger starting badge.

He thought of how he had earlier bragged to Old Wang, declaring that if the other man could obtain a fourth-rank Forger rank, he would publicly eat shit at the guild entrance.

The result was that the other's test wasn't even finished, yet the score had already far surpassed his own—Zhao Afu's face turned red as blood.

He hurriedly thought up an excuse, ready to make a run for it.

"Ah ya, Old Wang, I just remembered my wife is about to give birth today, sorry, I have to go, I'll come back for the assessment next time."

"Didn't your wife already leave you?"

Old Wang couldn't stop him even if he tried—Zhao Afu fled the Forger Guild as if escaping for his life.

Later, according to an unnamed source, while riding in a horse carriage, Zhao Afu found it too slow and simply hoisted the carriage onto his shoulders and fled at flying speed.

Everyone present was stunned.

"Bodhi Stone! Divine Thunder Wood!"

After Lin Cheng finished naming all the materials, the staff member stood dumbfounded, rooted to the spot as if struck by a bolt from clear sky.

Shock, disbelief, fear—none of these words could describe what the staff member felt at this moment. He had been in charge of assessment projects for nearly thirty years, yet never once had anyone gotten everything right!

Even in the entire history of the Forger Guild, no one had ever gotten everything right—not a single person!

The president of the Forger Guild is impressive, right?

He got fifteen wrong.

The imperial court craftsman honored with a royal-bestowed plaque of master artisan is awesome, right?

He got ten wrong.

And yet this brand-new newcomer Lin Cheng, who had just arrived, didn't get a single one wrong—creating a perfect-score legend since the founding of the Forger Guild!

The staff member couldn't question this legend, because President Huoerde had watched the whole thing from start to finish. But the president's insight and composure were clearly stronger than the staff member's—even though Lin Cheng had created a perfect-score legend, he still forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Lin Cheng at this moment was like a rare treasure; in him he saw his own younger self—this was a fine piece of jade!

As long as he carefully carved and polished it, its future achievements would surely surpass his own.

Within ten years, Lin Cheng could even replace him!

Zhao Afu didn't get the chance to witness this scene with his own eyes, but after Old Wang, the front-desk staff member, came to his senses, he asked a question from the heart.

"How did you do it?"

This question wasn't just Old Wang's curiosity—the staff member in charge of assessing Lin Cheng was equally curious, and even President Huoerde was equally curious.

But once he thought of Lin Cheng's identity, he vaguely felt that perhaps there was nothing strange about it after all.

"Is this very hard?" Lin Cheng didn't know that since the Forger Guild was established, no one had ever gotten a perfect score on this material identification test—a full score existed only in theory.

And so, this time, he became thoroughly famous.

As a young man, he possessed extraordinary knowledge and familiarity with materials that surpassed even President Huoerde's—calling him a god would not be an exaggeration.

Even President Huoerde felt ashamed of himself in this regard.

Faced with Lin Cheng's casual understatement, everyone present stiffly nodded—how could it not be hard? It was hard enough to reach the heavens.

Some of the rare materials stored in the Forger Guild's warehouse came from ancient times; even the guild didn't know their uses, only their names. Yet this young man Lin Cheng casually spoke out the names of these ancient materials.......

Fortunately, Lin Cheng himself didn't know whether the materials he identified were from ancient times—otherwise, if he had spoken out their uses, President Huoerde and the others wouldn't have known whether to believe him or not.

"In that case, then dock a few points, President." Lin Cheng didn't want to attract too much attention, and besides, this score wasn't up to President Huoerde alone.

He turned his gaze toward President Huoerde beside him.

"President, this…" Even the staff member in charge of the assessment turned a pleading gaze toward President Huoerde.

Should they change it or not?

If they changed it, it would make their guild look petty.

But if they didn't change it, outsiders would think their guild was falsifying results.

While hesitating, a passing guild member spread the news of Lin Cheng's perfect-score legend, and a large crowd squeezed outside the material testing room, staring at Lin Cheng as if they had seen a ghost.

At this point, even if they wanted to change it, it was already too late—President Huoerde simply waved his hand grandly.

"No need to retake it. Move on to one more assessment."

"This…" Lin Cheng was also helpless; he could only try to keep a lower profile on the next test.

The third assessment.

It tested a Forger's shaping ability—materials were given at random, and the Forger was required to shape them into a specified object.

Before long, the magic array randomly produced the material: a block of ice!

Immediately after, the examiner randomly drew a test question, on which two words were boldly written—"Human Figure."

President Huoerde's eyes went wide; he muttered to himself.

"How could it be the hardest question? Is this fate?"