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The announcement of the results is still ongoing. There are also many female magicians participating in this Truth Conference. However, this is a world where strength is respected, and the relative status of women is far lower than that on Earth.
Most women who can receive quality education come from aristocratic or wealthy families, so among the more than 2,000 participants, only about 20% are women. So far, only a dozen female magicians have successfully entered the top 100.
Most of these female magicians have certain backgrounds and basically do not sign contracts with any forces.
Therefore, the stewards and deacons who were eager to recruit talents at the scene basically set their sights on those impoverished male magicians.
As time passed, people in the crowd kept cheering in surprise, while those contestants whose names had never made it into the top 100 became more and more anxious and nervous.
In the blink of an eye, the ranking has passed 30, and there are only 29 places left, which means that the chances of those contestants who have not been shortlisted to advance smoothly are becoming increasingly slim.
Many contestants who knew they had no chance had collapsed and cried, and collapsed on the ground, howling in pain.
Suddenly.
Wu Hui noticed out of the corner of his eye that a male magician with tattered clothes, a thin body, and a half-bald head was tremblingly pulling out a sharp knife from his waist. He had a painful expression on his face, as if he was extremely disappointed in himself.
"Hey, hey, hey, brother, this is not good, right?"
Wu Hui came over and advised, "Ranking is valuable, but life is more valuable."
"Ranking is valuable, but life is more valuable? Wow! What a good poem! What a good poem!" Blake, who was standing by, widened his eyes and clapped his hands excitedly, "Brother, you are a natural poet! Just listening to you speak, I can feel the sublimation of my soul."
"You guys."
Liliana rolled her eyes at the two of them in anger, thinking, "He's about to commit suicide, it's fine if you don't try to save him, but you're still discussing poetry? Enough!"
"Little brother, ignore them."
Liliana frowned and said to the half-bald magician, "It's just an exam. Even if you can't pass this time, you will have another chance next time."
"No, there's no chance!"
The half-bald magician's lips trembled as he spoke, and tears welled up in his eyes. "I, Rich Taylor, am already 29 years old! I have no chance!"
The Truth Conference is held once every ten years and is a great opportunity for all magicians to become famous. However, according to the rules, those over 30 years old cannot participate. Obviously, the 29-year-old Rich Taylor has no chance to participate in the next Truth Conference.
"I, I'm sorry for the lord's expectations, I'm sorry for Wan Lina who works hard for me every day, I, I won't live anymore!" The half-bald magician Richie Taylor roared to the sky, raised the knife and stabbed it into his heart.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Wu Hui was sweating when he saw this. He quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist, comforting him, "Brother Richie, calm down. You calm down first. Look, only the 30th place has been announced now. There are still chances later. Why don't you wait a little longer?"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing about waiting a little longer, Rich Taylor actually cried and laughed crazily at the same time, "Wait? Wait a little longer? Hahaha, what the hell are you waiting for! I'm just trash! I'm just a poor, sour, stinky trash... How can I possibly make it into the top 30? I don't have a chance, I'm going to die!"