Broken Genius: My Intelligence ls At SSS-RANK

"What's wrong?" Derek asked, looking straight at Mrs. Alision.

"Did I get a hundred again?" he asked, a serious expression starting to surface on his face. Miss Alision glanced at Derek once again, clearly unsettled.

"You definitely didn't get a hundred again," Miss Alision replied, the shock on her face still very evident.

Miss Alision and Mr. Austin, under strict instructions from the principal, were not allowed, under any circumstances, to reveal Derek's actual score. Doing so would be considered a serious offense.

The last time he was told his scored a hundred, it had been quite disappointing. That alone had pushed him to double his efforts, just to ensure he performed far better this time around.

Miss Alision stared down at the papers in her hands one more time. They read:

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Lucy Monroe

IQ Score: 168

Derek Carter

IQ Score: 247

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It was nothing short of a miracle. Even renowned figures like Steven Carter and Lucian Graves had never scored that high. Steven Carter, CEO of Sky High Technologies, had only managed to reach 210, while Lucian Graves, the CEO of CyberBunk, had scored 215. These were giants in the tech industry—men who changed the world with nothing but their thoughts.

But Derek? Derek was just a regular high school student.

"I think there's an error," Mr. Austin said, finally breaking the heavy silence that had filled the room.

Miss Alision turned to him, her face unreadable. They both knew very well that modern testing technology had evolved far beyond the point of basic errors. With a sigh, Miss Alision finally spoke.

"You both did extremely well. You passed. You may now go home and refresh yourselves, it's been a long day."

With that, Lucy and Derek quietly left the room, giving Miss Alision and Mr. Austin some space.

"The upgrade is unrealistic, right?" Miss Alision asked, gathering the papers and filing them into a folder.

"Don't tell me you're really going to file that result to the principal," Mr. Austin said, his eyes following her hands.

Miss Alision turned and gave him a challenging look. "Why wouldn't I? If this is the result, then this is what will be submitted."

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About a week remained before the big competition. Mr. Maxwell could be seen hurrying toward his car, clearly in a rush. He had a lot of unfinished business to take care of before the event.

He had definitely made the trip earlier than necessary, simply to conduct a few checks and balances regarding the upcoming contest. After all, he couldn't afford to break the contract he had signed with Steven, something he was determined to avoid at all costs.

Soon enough, Mr. Maxwell got into the car and drove off. It took about ten minutes to reach the headquarters where the competition would take place. He carefully stepped out of his vehicle, adjusting his classic black suit.

As usual, he was sharply dressed—black suit, thick Gucci shades, and his signature Spanish Santoni shoes.

He walked briskly into the building. Once inside, he paused for a moment and asked, just loud enough to be heard:

"Where's the manager's office?" he said calmly.

The place was filled with people, especially around the edges and corners, all of whom seemed too busy to pay much attention to him. Not because they didn't respect him—just that it wasn't their job to help.

Seconds later, a blue holographic screen appeared before Maxwell. It read:

" Hello, I'm Bing, the company AI. Please input your credentials so I can inform the manager that someone is here to see him."

Mr. Maxwell quickly filled in the required information, and within seconds, Bing responded:

"Mr. Gray would like to see you. You may enter any teleport device in the building using code DF897—or, alternatively, proceed to the second floor, Office 4."

Without hesitation, Maxwell began climbing the flight of stairs. He knew that as long as there was an option, he would not be using that teleportation device.

Soon enough, Mr. Maxwell arrived at his destination. After a few knocks, he heard a faint "Come in" from the other side. He stepped into the room gently.

The office was large and well-furnished, with all kinds of renovations.

"Mr. Maxwell, it's quite a pleasure to meet you," Mr. Gray said, standing up and stretching out a hand.

Mr. Gray was a man in his late seventies, but his appearance suggested otherwise. Thanks to technological advancements, he looked no older than a man in his early thirties.

"The pleasure is mine, really," Mr. Maxwell replied, shaking his hand. Mr. Gray then gestured for him to take a seat.

"So, what brings you to my office today?" Mr. Gray asked, clearing the floating air screens in front of him. Unlike people like Mr. Maxwell, who were still a bit old-fashioned, Mr. Gray embraced technology. He used nearly every modern advancement available to him.

So it came as no surprise that his workspace was entirely digital, air screens instead of paper and pen.

"I'm here to talk about the Intercontinental Mathematics and English Competition," Mr. Maxwell said, his tone all business.

Mr. Gray froze slightly and then looked directly at him.

"You do realize most of its information is confidential," Mr. Gray said, giving Maxwell a suspicious look, trying to read his intentions.

"I understand," Maxwell replied. "It's about registration. We have a special request regarding our candidate from Brandon High."

Mr. Gray relaxed a little, folding his arms.

"Go on. Let me hear it first. I'll see if there's anything I can do."

Maxwell nodded and reached into his pocket.

"I have the files on my phone," he said.

"Send it over to Bing," Mr. Gray replied, opening up his workspace once more. Within seconds, Bing pinged a notification.

" A new file has been sent directly to the Bing AI system."

"Open it," Gray ordered.

A smaller screen appeared in front of his desk. Mr. Gray quickly scanned through the document.

After a few moments, he looked up at Maxwell, his face filled with shock.