Lin Moyan never thought that he would travel through time. He is a student in the Department of Biology at Tsinghua University. He spends more time in the laboratory than in the dormitory. His biggest worries are choosing the topic for his graduation thesis and the sound of his roommate typing on the keyboard in the middle of the night. Then he wakes up, slumped over a wooden table in a medieval tavern. The people around were wearing burlap clothes and discussing "inspection", "citizenship" and "kiln farm" in standard Mandarin. There is only one moon outside the window, and there is no Big Dipper in the night sky. This is not the earth, and there is no mobile phone or wallet in his pocket. There is only a wooden sign engraved with unfamiliar words and a notice written on the envelope: In three days, take the wisdom test.
In this country called Virita, testing determines everything - those who meet the standards are supported by the state, and those who fail to meet the standards are reduced to slaves, and even relatives will not look at you twice. There is the rumored "magic" here that only the chosen people can use; there are stone slabs engraved with puzzles, and only those who solve them are qualified to leave their names; there are men in robes who appear on time every month, leaving dark blue marks on the parchment with their fingertips. Lin Moyan doesn't know magic, can't play chess, and doesn't know the words of this world, but he will soon discover that every test question here tests what he is best at: deduction, observation, and finding the optimal solution within the rules.
He wants to go home. But before that, he must survive every test. How far can a genius go in a world where wisdom is used as a blade?
Although he is not a real genius, if he is called a genius, he only recognizes one person.
