To be fair, Ji Jue thought everything about this exam was great. The simulation was excellent, and it had his inspiration flowing nonstop.

He did not have to spend any money, take responsibility for anything, or worry about consequences. There were monsters everywhere for him to experiment on however he pleased, no one cared what he did, and he had the resources of an entire island all to himself.

He had never had such a wonderful start before. The only regrettable part was that the exam was not PvP. Otherwise, how much fun would it have been to hunt down the other examinees? 

They could have pulled everyone into the simulation without warning, dumped them on a deserted island, and then told them, “Only one of you can survive and become a craftsman.” Then they could move straight into alliances and betrayals, life-or-death struggles, scheming, backstabbing, and a gloriously brutal bloodbath. 

The plan was perfect in almost every respect. It was fast, efficient, and guaranteed spectacular entertainment. 

There was just one problem. It was way too fucking White Deer-coded.

If the Chief of the Wasteland Assembly heard about this, he might even give them a thumbs-up and declare that...