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Every year, during the enrollment month at Wushen Academy, there is a traditional event known as the "Beginner Ability Misalignment Trial." The students affectionately refer to it as the "Annual Large-Scale Social Death Performance."
The rules are simple: you will be assigned to a magical discipline in which you are least proficient and tasked with completing an utterly unreasonable assignment that the academy deems "highly educational." Those who succeed will earn points, while those who fail will have a custom mocking portrait displayed on the academy's announcement board for an entire year.
This year, Nora's task is to create a Constructed Object with "Emotional Recognition Ability."
Location: The abandoned underground level four of the South Tower.
Time limit: One night.
Notes: Materials are random, mentors observe coldly, and noble students particularly enjoy gathering to watch.
Nora stands in the center of the underground laboratory, staring at a pile of junk—sorry, she means the "Free Magic Recycling Station's Material Selection Pack."
Rusty gears, broken magic array panels, a glass eyeball with cracks, a half-charred mouse corpse (confirmed dead), and a letter from her father.
The envelope is made of thick leather paper with gold embossing and even has a scent—her father clearly borrowed some stationery from a certain Noble Sorceress.
She opens it, and the letter is filled with flamboyant handwriting:
________________________________________
Dear Nora,
I heard you're going to create an Emotional Recognition Constructed Object. I'm very pleased that you've embarked on the path of an inventor.
To assist you, I’ve sent you one of our family’s Treasures. Don’t ask how I got it out; I just borrowed the Royal Family's Spatial Magic Passage (they haven't discovered it yet).
It’s a bit... unstable, and its personality isn’t exactly friendly.
But it can talk, make snarky comments, and judge whether someone is a jerk.
That's right; your mother made it when she was young. She called it:
"Anti-Noble Personality Recognition Sphere Beta Type."
Instructions for use:
Activation spell: "Speak human language."
Function: Determine if the conversation partner is hypocritical, self-righteous, narcissistic, or aristocratic.
Flaw: Extremely sharp-tongued and likely to anger others; definitely don’t take it to noble tea parties.
Wishing you an enjoyable trial!
The father who will always support you Elias Thorn PS Remember to let it drink some magic water before using it, otherwise it will curse (literally). ________________________________________ Nora took a deep breath and poured out the "Treasure of the House" from the bottom of the envelope. It was a small ball with a translucent shell and gears running inside, and a faint inscription "Made by Erin" was engraved on the surface. She touched it lightly, and the ball spun a few times and slowly lit up. "Speak human language." She whispered the activation spell. The ball paused for a moment, then made an impatient sound: "The human language is: Who woke me up from my coma? I haven't slept for the magic standard time!" "Hello, I'm Irene's daughter." "You're not a noble, are you?" "...No." "Very good, then you're worth communicating with. One-third of what nobles say is lies, one-third is nonsense, and the rest is old sayings that are still spoken by their ancestors four hundred years after their death." Nora: "...Can you help me identify emotions?" "Of course. But I will make comments, don't mind." "It's useless if I mind, right?" "Smart." The trial began. The school supervisor and observation tutor sat in the stands early, holding the scoring slate in their hands, with "Let's see which students will embarrass themselves again" written on their faces. Among the noble students watching, of course, one of Nora's "archenemies" was indispensable - Leo Weissleck, the richest, fairest, and most excellent magic student in the academy who could insert "My uncle is a member of the parliament" in his sentences. "Hey, Miss Thorn, you're here too?" Leo smiled and approached, "Do you need my help to dispose of that magic ball... ah, which looks like a failed experiment?"
"It doesn't process waste," Nora said calmly, "but it's said to be able to identify emotions accurately."
The Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta whirred slightly, announcing, "Target emotion recognition in progress... Conclusion: Narcissism index 9.3, honesty index -0.7, intelligence rating 'ancestors have perished.'"
There was a brief silence before suppressed laughter erupted around the room.
Leo's expression changed, and he forced a smile as he said, "This... this must be a flawed model!"
The Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta responded, "Additional comment: You copied your female classmate's experiment notes in Potion Class last week and blamed her for it. Our Constructed Object also upholds ethics."
The expressions of the surrounding students were priceless, while the instructors exchanged glances.
Nora ignored Leo's clenched teeth and began constructing the core of her device from the pile of scrap. She fashioned a turntable from gears, created a visual module using a crystal eyeball, and built a telekinetic support frame from a mouse skeleton.
After embedding the Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta within it and sealing it with a spell, she completed her work.
Standing up, she calmly announced, "The construction is complete; I name it 'Lie Detection Device: Thorn Model.' Its function is: the more guilty the speaker feels, the louder it becomes."
The instructor nodded sternly, "Demonstrate it."
She turned to Leo, "Please say your most commonly used noble introduction."
Gritting his teeth, Leo replied, "I am Leo Weissleck; my uncle is the Council Chief Justice..."
"Beep————!!!!"
The Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta emitted a high-frequency alarm as a red light swept across Leo's face. Then its voice commentary slowly began:
"Identification complete: Not entirely accurate. Your uncle's position has been revoked for three weeks, and at this moment, you are imagining how to curse me. Please reflect."
Laughter erupted throughout the room.
As the trial concluded, Nora received a golden evaluation card from the instructor: "Excellent pass."
She quietly stepped down from the podium.
The Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta leisurely remarked on her shoulder, "Your mother used to steal the show like this too."
"The first thing she taught me was: 'If you must stand in their shadows, then light a lamp and illuminate them clearly,'" Nora replied softly.
She understood that revenge was never about the explosion itself. It was about making those who once looked down on you confront the weight of your existence at some moment in time.
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