The Curax that Dustin produced was different from the regular Curax in terms of color, scent, and size.
“Hmph! So what if he managed to produce the pill? Just looking at it, we can tell its quality is not up to standard!” Miranda folded her arms arrogantly.
“Exactly! The test for the second round is to compare the quality of pills that we’ve produced. This pill that he produced from an exploded furnace is definitely trash!” Preston regained his confidence.
The pill he produced was good quality, and Dustin’s was a low grade. They were on completely different levels!
“How weird…” The invigilator studied the pill for a while.
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