Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

The moment Byron stepped into the pillar of light, he felt his body lighten, as if he had lost gravity, and he floated involuntarily into the sky.

A slight feeling of weightlessness came over Byron, accompanied by a strong urge to vomit.

Fortunately, this discomfort only lasted for a brief moment.

Before he could fully react, his feet were already on the hard wooden planks, and he instantly regained consciousness.

Before your eyes is a deck dozens of feet long, and under your feet are huge stone slabs that constantly shimmer with light and are engraved with strange patterns.

Four enormous devices, covered in twisted patterns and radiating a halo, stood in the center of the deck.

Looking out over the deck, you can see the boundless, deep blue ocean and the outline of the continent illuminated by the morning sun.

The steam train they had been riding on now resembled a sleeping dragon lying across the land.

"Oh my god, is this a dream?!"

"Is this real?! We're actually in the sky?"

"This is amazing, this feeling is incredible!"

"......"

The group of teenagers, having recovered from their shock, looked at the miraculous scene before them and couldn't help but gasp in amazement, their faces filled with shock and excitement.

"Alright, if you've had enough of the amazement, stop standing there blocking the way." A clear voice rang out, drowning out all the noise. It was Klevin who spoke.

At this moment, he stood in front of the crowd, wearing a white robe with a large hood hanging down his back, revealing a face of seventeen or eighteen years old. He had delicate features, but his eyes revealed a hint of condescending indifference.

The moment his voice rang out, Byron felt a blur before his eyes, and the scene before him suddenly became indistinct.

When his vision returned, he was already far from the stone slab he had stepped on and standing on one side of the ship's railing.

Upon seeing this, Byron felt no fear, but rather a surge of indescribable excitement.

Although I've heard many legends about wizards in my memory, I imagine that the one who controls the steam train must also be a wizard.

But he had never seen such a strange and powerful force in person.

Witnessing this firsthand, my yearning for the extraordinary was instantly ignited.

Which man doesn't harbor a dream of pursuing the extraordinary and becoming extraordinary?

Just as Byron was filled with longing, he suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the steam train that had been lying across the ground had vanished into thin air.

At the same time, the sailboat, which had been floating still in the sky, began to slowly start moving, making a "click, click" sound.

This sudden change drew another gasp from the crowd.

Byron's heart skipped a beat, and he subtly glanced in the direction of the stone slab out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, the stone slab that had been shining with a halo had dimmed, and Klevin, who was standing alone in front of the stone slab, had a figure in a black robe, shrouded in shadow, beside him.

At a glance, Byron recognized the figure as Andre, whom he had met a few times before.

At this moment, Andrei was holding a small model train in his hand, which looked exactly like the steam train from before, only much smaller in size.

Then I think of the steam trains that have disappeared from the earth.

The truth is self-evident.

It's truly astonishing that such a massive train of behemoths has been reduced to such a tiny thing.

At the same time, the mechanical sailboat was also climbing rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it soared to an incredible height and sped towards the depths of the ocean.

The dock where the group had previously stopped had long since disappeared from sight.

However, at this moment, Byron could clearly see the "continent" where he originally was.

It was just a huge island standing alone in the ocean, but because of its large size, people mistook it for a continent.

This mind-blowing change left most of the teenagers dumbfounded, standing there in a daze, their eyes fixed on the receding island.

"Clap clap—everyone wake up, quickly line up. Precious time shouldn't be wasted. Next, we'll conduct a qualification assessment. Let me see how many surprises you little guys can bring me."

Klevin's voice was full of expectation, but his gaze toward the crowd was like that of a farmer looking at his crops waiting to be harvested—completely devoid of warmth.

It was as if the boys and girls present were not living people, but rather objects waiting to be selected.

Upon hearing this, Byron's mind raced.

He recalled that he had already taken a rudimentary qualification test before even getting on the bus.

It was precisely because of his wizarding qualifications that he was able to board that steam train.

However, that test was extremely rudimentary, using only an astrological chart, unlike the one we have now...

Byron looked at the enormous structures standing on the deck.

The boys and girls in the arena were not fools; they immediately lined up obediently, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Seeing this, Klevin nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, they're quite obedient. I originally thought I'd have to use some methods, but it seems I've saved myself a lot of trouble."

He then turned to Andrei and asked, "Shall we begin now?"

Andre nodded, his voice hoarse, "Let's begin."

Before he finished speaking, Andre walked towards the group and led them toward a giant crystal ball.

Klevin shrugged, took out a crystal ball, and stood next to the giant crystal ball.

"The first test is a mental strength test," Klevin said calmly. "Just place your hand on the crystal ball. The stronger your mental strength, the brighter the light and the purer the color."

"Just a friendly reminder, don't take this lightly. It concerns your future. But if anyone insists on courting death, then there's nothing I can do."

"If you end up lying on some experimental table participating in unknown experiments, or being forced to sell your organs, don't blame me."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room tensed up instantly, their expressions turned serious, and they even subconsciously slowed their breathing.

Then, guided by Andrei, the boy at the front of the line, with a bitter expression, hesitantly placed his hand on the crystal ball.

The moment his fingertips touched the crystal ball, the boy's face contorted in agony, veins bulging on his forehead as if he were enduring extreme pain, and he instinctively tried to pull his hand back.

"Don't let go, keep going!" Klevin's voice rang out at the right moment, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The boy gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain, and continued to press his hand on the crystal ball.

After a few more breaths, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and abruptly pulled his hand back.

At the same time, the crystal ball began to emit a brilliant and pure light, and broke free from its constraints, condensing into the number '4.1' in mid-air.

Upon seeing this, both Klevin and Andrei were delighted.

Klevin smiled and nodded: "Not bad, a great start. Alright, next one."

Although the boy didn't know what the number 4 represented, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing the smiles on Klevin's face. He then quickly stepped aside, a look of joy on his face.

The next hundred or so people all had their crystal balls glow to varying degrees, since they had all been screened and confirmed to have the qualifications of wizards.

However, most people's brilliance is mixed and quite dim, with most hovering between one and two, very few exceeding three, and even fewer reaching four.

Seeing this, Byron wondered to himself: Are high-level wizarding talents really that rare? How could such a result keep Klein and Andrei smiling?

Soon it was Byron's turn.

"Next."

Byron composed himself, stepped forward, and placed his palm firmly on the crystal ball.

Byron felt an indescribable, strange sensation travel from his palm into his body.

At the same time, his head began to throb with pain, causing his face to contort.

He only released his grip when his head felt like it was about to split in two and he could no longer hold on.

At the same time, the light from the crystal ball began to become more brilliant and pure, continuously increasing until it reached a limit and then slowly stabilized.

In mid-air, the number "3.7" slowly appeared.

"3.7, not bad," Klein remarked, gesturing for Byron to wait aside.

Before he finished speaking, dozens of gazes instantly turned to Byron, some filled with jealousy, some with envy, and some with joy.

After all, by this point, even the most obtuse person should understand that their mental strength directly affects their future fate.

Byron ignored the stares, thanked Clevin, and quietly stepped aside, secretly relieved.

"Not bad, his aptitude is neither high nor low. He can't compare to those top four geniuses, nor has he become a useless nobody like the top two. He's somewhere in the middle," Byron thought to himself.

"This way, I won't be constantly under scrutiny, nor will my rapid improvement in strength attract attention and expose my secrets."

Everything proceeded smoothly, and the mental strength tests for hundreds of people were quickly completed.