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After the combat evaluation, Adam was given time to rest before the next test. 

He sat in the waiting area, arms crossed, thoughts lingering on his earlier performance. 

He had proven himself physically, but this next test required something else entirely.

Knowledge, experience, and practical survival skills.

The Knowledge Proficiency Test wasn't just about answering theoretical questions... 

It was more on designed to ensure that every participant had at least a basic understanding of hunting, survival, and combat strategies within the Tower of Yxthar. 

Those who failed weren't outright denied entry, but they would be marked for mandatory training on the first floor.

Adam had no intention of being marked for anything.

"Ticket F-42, please proceed to the testing hall.".

The announcement came over the speakers, and Adam stood. 

He made his way down the hall, entering a large, sterile room lined with multiple rows of terminals.

Several others were already seated, their faces tense as they stared at their screens.

A proctor, a man in a dark uniform, gestured toward an empty seat. 

"Your station. The test will begin as soon as you log in. You have one hour."

Adam sat down, placing his hand on the biometric scanner. 

The screen lit up, and the first question appeared.

It was simple. 

"What is the safest way to set up camp in an unknown environment?"

Adam's fingers moved across the keyboard. 

He typed out a response without hesitation, outlining terrain assessment, shelter selection, and defensive positioning against potential threats.

Next question.

"You are low on supplies and come across an unfamiliar plant. How do you determine if it's safe to eat?"

He quickly detailed the universal edibility test, breaking it down into each necessary step.

Checking for toxic signs, performing the contact test, and waiting for delayed reactions before consumption.

More questions followed, covering first aid, emergency signal methods, weapon maintenance, stealth tactics, and even dealing with intelligent non-human species inside the tower.

Adam moved through them with methodical precision.

Then came the practical scenario questions.

These weren't multiple-choice. 

Instead, they presented realistic survival dilemma with no clear right answer, only better and worse decisions.

One question described a scenario where Adam was trapped in an unfamiliar ruin with dwindling oxygen. 

His solution? 

Prioritize locating structural weaknesses, estimate time until suffocation, and conserve energy while searching for an escape route.

Another question involved tracking a high-threat predator while minimizing risk. 

Adam laid out a detailed plan, covering wind direction, terrain utilization, and strategic retreat points in case of ambush.

He didn't hold back.

By the time he reached the final question, the others were still sweating over their responses, some visibly frustrated. 

Adam, meanwhile, submitted his answers with time to spare.

The moment he pressed confirm, his score appeared on the screen.

[Final Score: 230/230]

The highest possible result.

Adam leaned back slightly, exhaling.

Murmurs spread across the testing hall as the proctors noticed. 

One of them approached, glancing at his screen before raising an eyebrow.

"Perfect score?"

The man sounded almost amused.

Another examiner checked the data, nodding slowly. 

"No errors. Every answer was correct, and his scenario solutions were the most optimal responses."

The first proctor turned to Adam. 

"Most people barely scrape by with a passing score. Even trained soldiers miss a few." 

His tone was unreadable. 

"So studious... Are you a top student in your school I presume?"

Adam met his gaze calmly. 

"Somewhat..."

'I'd probably fail if you gave me anything in relation to numbers though...'

He thought. 

In his mind, the only thing more formidable than the Tower of Yxthar was mathematics...

The proctor studied him for a moment longer before shaking his head. 

"Impressive."

He gestured toward the exit. 

"You're done here. Move on to the next test."

Adam stood, his expression unreadable.

...

At last, there was only the Psychological Evaluation test left for today.

The room was smaller than the others which was plain, quiet, and lacking the cold sterility of the previous test halls. 

No terminals, no machinery, just a desk, a chair, and a thick stack of papers waiting for him.

Adam took a seat, his gaze sweeping over the questionnaire in front of him. 

Unlike the knowledge test, this wasn't something he could breeze through with technical expertise. 

The psychological evaluation wasn't about what he knew, it was about who he was.

He picked up the pen and began.

The first section focused on moral dilemmas, each scenario carefully designed to test his decision-making under pressure.

"You and a group of survivors are trapped in a cave-in with limited oxygen. One person is gravely injured and unlikely to survive. Do you prioritize resources for them or conserve them for the group?"

His answer was immediate. Conserve.

"You are forced to kill one of two people. One is a known murderer, the other is an innocent civilian. However, the murderer has information that could save a hundred lives. Who do you choose?"

His grip on the pen tightened slightly before he marked his answer. The murderer.

The questions continued. Each forced him to make a choice, to weigh consequences against personal values. 

There was no "right" answer, only judgment.

Then came the more invasive questions.

He had to write about his childhood, his experiences with loss, his personal struggles. 

His medical history, his history with violence, his relationships... basically every detail laid out in ink.

Some questions were direct.

"Have you ever felt detached from humanity?"

Adam hesitated, then wrote: Rarely.

"Have you ever had thoughts of self-harm or suicidal ideation?"

His pen hovered for a moment before he finally answered. No.

Then the ones that felt almost irrelevant but were just as revealing.

"What is your sexual orientation?"

"Do you have a history with addiction?"

"How do you process grief?"

"How do you handle authority?"

He answered each one, his expression calm, but his thoughts mildly irritated by how much they were prying into his mind.

By the time he finished, the page was full.

A voice called his name.

He was led to a separate room, where a man in a gray coat sat behind a desk, flipping through his test papers with mild interest. 

He looked to be in his forties, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was sharp.

"Adam, correct?"

Adam nodded.

"I'm Dr. Lenhardt. This won't take long."

The psychologist tapped his pen lightly against the table. 

"Do you consider yourself emotionally stable?"

"Yes."

"Even in life-or-death situations?"

"Yes."

Lenhardt watched him. 

"Do you trust people easily?"

Adam's mouth twitched slightly. "Sometimes..."

"Do you think morality is absolute or situational?"

"Situational."

"Would you say you're good at hiding your emotions?"

"Yes."

"Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?"

"Not everyone."

The questions continued, each one more precise than the last. 

Lenhardt's tone was casual, but his eyes never left Adam's face, studying his reactions, weighing his words.

After a few more minutes, the psychologist finally nodded and made a note in his file. 

"Alright. That concludes the interview."

Adam stood up, ready to leave, but his gaze flickered over the paper on the desk. 

At the bottom of the report, a final evaluation note stood out.

"Awakened seems too mature, which deeply contrasts his background and history."

His mouth twitched.

'Psychologists are scary…'