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Outside the arena, the audience was buzzing with excitement. The entrance exam of the prestigious Beast Doctor Academy had drawn viewers from all over the world.

The final day had come, and it promised to be the most thrilling yet. Spectators filled the stands, their eyes trained on the screens as they watched the contestants face the final challenges.

"Only 370 left out of 800?!" a man said, leaning forward in his seat. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching the remaining contestants as they made their way through the last set of tests.

Beside him, a woman nodded. "I heard the last challenge is something no one has seen before. It's not just about knowledge anymore. They'll have to use their skills in ways they haven't before. Who do you think will win?"

The man scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know."

Farther back, another group of spectators discussed the remaining contestants with curiosity.

"The last trial will probably dangerous," one of them said. "You saw how they handled that last underground test, right? Some of them were so close to failing. What happens if they mess up today?"

"Failure means elimination, obviously," another person replied. "But this is the Beast Doctor Academy we're talking about. They're not going to let people get hurt... I think it's more about testing their potential to handle pressure and make quick decisions. In a real-world situation, they'd have to do the same with injured beasts."

Back at the arena, the atmosphere was electric. The last day had arrived, and it was clear to everyone that the remaining contestants were about to face their biggest challenge yet.

In the peaceful, Heavenly realm of the gods, high above the mortal world, Goddess Zyraena sat comfortably in her celestial seat, her gaze fixed on a glowing screen.

She was watching the Beast Doctor Academy entrance exam, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she munched on a bowl of popcorn.

A god approached her, raising an eyebrow as he noticed what she was watching. "You're still watching that?" he asked, his voice tinged with mild curiosity.

Zyraena didn't take her eyes off the screen. "Why not? It's interesting," she replied with a playful smile. "Look at that guy—he's so clumsy! Did you see that? He just tripped and face-planted right into the mud!" She laughed, thoroughly entertained by the mishap.

The god shook his head, but a small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Nah. Anyway, isn't today the final day?"

Zyraena nodded enthusiastically. "Yup! It's the last day of the exam. Come on, you should watch with me! You'll enjoy it, I promise."

She flicked her finger lightly, and instantly, a plush, comfortable sofa appeared out of thin air beside her. The god sighed, but the allure of Zyraena's infectious excitement was too much to resist. He sat down with a resigned look on his face.

Without missing a beat, Zyraena flicked a handful of popcorn into his lap. "Here, you'll need this," she said with a grin.

He scooped up a handful, stuffing his mouth with it, and then leaned back, looking at the screen. After a few moments, he swallowed and spoke through a mouthful of popcorn. "So, which one interests you the most?"

Zyraena paused for a moment, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest of the sofa as she watched the remaining contestants. "Hmm… It's hard to say. I like the one with the slime familiar."

The god snorted, "A slime, really? That's the one you're watching?"

Zyraena shot him a playful look. "What's wrong with a slime? Slimes have a lot of potential! Plus, it's not just about the familiar. It's about how they work together, how they handle situations. You can't just judge by appearances."

Zyraena, still munching on popcorn, leaned back into the soft couch and waved her hand to flick through several screens hovering around them. The various cameras captured the remaining contestants of the Beast Doctor Academy entrance exam.

Each screen showed different perspectives of the candidates as they worked through the final tests.

The god beside her, who had been half-heartedly watching the display, suddenly focused intently on one of the screens. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Hmm… look at that one," he muttered, pointing toward a contestant with sharp focus.

Zyraena followed his gaze and saw a woman with an elegant posture, holding a glowing arrow made of shimmering energy. She was moving swiftly through the final trial, her every step calculated, her every action precise.

Zyraena's eyes sparkled with interest as she watched the woman manipulate the arrow, her mana flowing effortlessly to form the weapon.

"Hmm, that's impressive," Zyraena thought aloud. "She's using her mana as an arrow... that's a rare talent. She's definitely got inborn ability."

The god, still looking at the screen, raised an eyebrow. "So, you noticed her too, huh?"

Zyraena smirked. "Of course, I did. I'm not blind. She's the current number one in the exam. Passed every test and task without making a single mistake. She's too smart, doesn't act rashly like some others. Very controlled. She'll likely win it all."

The god, intrigued, leaned closer, watching the woman as she deftly completed the next stage of the trial with ease. "Who's her God? She doesn't seem like she's working alone—there's a certain grace to her that comes from divine influence."

Zyraena nodded slowly, a knowing smile forming on her lips.

"Ah, you're right about that. Her God is Goddess Ilyraen, the Goddess of Precision and Balance. She's been guiding Miya Arven for years, nurturing her talent. It's rare to see someone so naturally gifted, but with the right blessing, they can rise to incredible heights."

"Miya Arven..." The god repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. "That name doesn't sound familiar. Why she's not famous? She can match Zeus Chosen one"

"I don't know, She just showed up."

The god watched Miya as she calmly navigated the final test location, her arrow glowing faintly as she used it to disable a dangerous beast without harming it. He could see why Zyraena was so intrigued

"Impressive," he murmured. "She doesn't waste energy. Everything she does seems calculated."

Zyraena smiled softly, her voice tinged with a hint of admiration. "That's exactly it. It's her talent and discipline that sets her apart. With the blessing of Ilyraen, it's no surprise she's doing so well. The goddess herself is known for her meticulous attention to detail and her ability to see the bigger picture. Miya reflects that perfectly."