Restart: Becoming the Creator of the Magic World 13 Times

From then on, Rose's entourage became Carol and Shana.

During recess, all the family teams gathered around Rose, and after school they went their separate ways.

After all, they also have instructions from their respective gods and their own independent work.

After class every day, Carol and Shana would receive two hours of individual training from Rose, and then they would have free time for God training and sparring.

Day after day, Carol finally accepted Jupiter's affairs, and Shana was trained alone by Rose and assigned some strange things.

On the other side, Jupiter began to learn about cultural customs, and time passed like a torrent.

Without giving anyone a chance to cherish it, summer studies soon came to an end.

The final exams also arrived as scheduled, but...

Qiangwei's idea of ​​going to the wasteland alone was shattered.

"Practical studies?" Qiangwei asked.

Carol replied: "Yes, this is the tradition of every magic academy, and you can choose magic after passing the exam."

Shana said gently, "We will listen to you. Wherever you go, we will go."

Qiangwei asked, "Did they say the same thing?"

"Your Highness, they will also follow your arrangements." Shana replied with a bow.

She is now taking over Jupiter's position and has to do better than him.

Qiangwei looked at the two of them looking at her excitedly, as if they really wanted to be in the same classroom with her.

After much thought, Qiangwei decided that it would be better to separate from them. After all, she couldn't delay them.

"Don't worry about me. Arrange according to your own ideas." Qiangwei instructed: "After all, I only choose divination. None of you are outstanding in divination. Choose according to your own preferences."

Shanna, Carol: "Yes."

After sending Shana and Carol away, Qiangwei lazily sat in the classroom, waiting for her next guest.

The classroom has now been greeted by Shana and the others, and Qiangwei is now inside. She hopes that other students with strong body odor will feel free to enter.

She has other things to do now than final exams.

Soon, a blonde female student stopped at the door, standing there at a loss as to what to do.

Qiangwei joked, "I predicted that I would meet a distinguished guest today, but I never thought it would be you—"

"Miss Rebecca Chambers, an orphan from Weinstrand City, a descendant of the God of Justice, but..."

Rose jokingly said, "It seems you won't live long enough to see that moment."

When Rebecca heard that Qiangwei already knew her purpose, she immediately entered the classroom, closed the door, knelt down and kowtowed.

"Please, please save my father, please save the city of Weinstrand, I beg you, I am willing to do anything, even sacrifice my soul!"

Rebecca humbly said, "Please! Save my father..."

Qiangwei looked at her classmates crying, her eyes full of regret. She didn't want to get involved in this matter.

But the other party is the descendant of the previous God of Justice, and there are also some opportunities for her there.

I don't know what it is yet, but...

Rose jokingly said, "I heard that, but the Weasley nation is unwilling to send troops to help you, and it's not easy for me to interfere in their internal affairs."

Rebecca was stunned and asked, "How could it be?"

It was obvious that Rose's country was destroyed just because Leonard and the others said bad things about her. How could she not dare to interfere in their internal affairs!

It's just...

Rebecca shouted at the top of her lungs: "What if I am willing to be your helper?"

Qiangwei looked at her resolute gaze and poured cold water on her, "Sorry, I'm not interested in your help."

"Or rather, what can you do to help me? Go hunt down a god, can you?"

Rebecca was shocked. Killing a god? How could humans be so rude!

And what does it mean to be uninterested?

Qiangwei just hasn't heard that she wants benefits.

It depends on whether this little girl is sensible or not.

Rebecca continued to ask, "What about the crystal mine?"

Qiangwei said disdainfully, "Even the streetlights in Yinques are made of high-grade magic crystals."

Rebecca: "So, what about the land?"

Rose waved her hand. "There are a lot of people who want to give me their land. Do you think your piece is enough? Is it as big as Roselico's?"

Rebecca was deeply hurt by Rose, and she really couldn't think of anything to give her.

Seeing that the little girl still didn't understand, Qiangwei thought of the information Charlotte got when she attended the party.

When the city of Olshfang was about to attack the city of Weinsterland, Weasley, as the country of the two cities, had no intention of mediating.

It was claimed to be an internal conflict, but the city of Olsh promised the royal family that if they could capture the city of Weinstrand.

They handed over all the jewels they had harvested. After all, they only wanted the minerals from the city of Weinstrand.

But... the current city of Weinstrand is no different from fish on the chopping block.

After all, Qiangwei also wants to have a piece of the pie.

Seeing that Rebecca couldn't figure it out, Qiangwei left in boredom:

"You have an exam tomorrow. If you still can't figure it out before the exam is over, then you can collect your father's body."

Rebecca stood alone in the classroom, but she really didn't know what Qiangwei wanted.

Qiangwei has money and power, even the gods are inferior to her. She really can't think of anything she can trade.

Just when Rebecca was feeling discouraged, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the icon on her cuff.

That is the sword symbol of the God of Justice's absolute fairness and justice.

Somehow she seemed to know what Qiangwei wanted, but...

She didn't dare to speak, because Earl Weinstrand was not capable of receiving the letter now.

The city of Weinsterland has long been surrounded and will fall sooner or later. It is just a matter of time.

Rebecca covered her necklace with both hands, tears and sadness embracing her.

"Father, please forgive me."

The next day, at the final exam, all of Qiangwei's subordinates received full marks.

Only Qiangwei seemed to be going against the teacher, just wanting to get a passing score.

Professor Isaacs was a little angry: "Ms. Qiangwei, are you dissatisfied with me?"

Qiangwei said innocently: "No, Professor, I have tried my best..."

Other teachers and professors internally complained, "You're not working hard at all! You've beaten up even the gods, and you can't even pass a simple test."

Isaacs' eyes were helpless and a little sad. It seemed that Rose really didn't like him.

He doesn't even pretend to be a good student anymore.

Until she arrived at the Divination School, Qiangwei fell into deep thought while looking at the exam questions.

"Are you not even pretending anymore? Hahahaha—" Pagoda laughed and scoffed, "Question: Please predict the exact time of the next flood. You're not even pretending anymore!"

Tai Chi said rationally, "I think they've predicted it in advance. Besides, this is a school exam, so there are definitely standard answers. If you dare to ask a question, there must be an answer. Let's try to answer it first."

Tai Chi smiled evilly, "If this is really the problem they predicted, you might consider taking control of this school."

"After all, someone who can even predict the future is hard to find. Besides, isn't there a position for a goddess of prophecy?"

After listening to Tai Chi, Qiangwei summoned Tai Chi to perform divination, and all the teachers and students in the school followed her.

Half an hour later, Qiangwei handed in the completed answer sheet.

Professor Stina and Principal Morris stood up immediately after seeing the answer, their hands shaking.

Professor Stina asked as calmly as possible: "Is everything you wrote true?"

Qiangwei politely asked back, "Huh? You don't know the answers? Then why are you taking the test?"

Professor Stina explained: "No, we only divined the answer, but it's not as specific as what you wrote. In other words, can you be sure that what you wrote is true?"

Rose politely responded, "It's true, but if you ask me to guarantee its authenticity, is the Creator God enough?"

Principal Morris asked, "So how do we deal with this disaster?"

Qiangwei waved her hand: "That's your business, I'm just responsible for notifying."