The bald interviewer’s expression also froze. He glanced at the crew-cut interviewer to his left, who nodded in disbelief and whispered, “All correct.”

Clearly, no one present had expected William Carter to actually answer!

He memorized such a long string of numbers? Isn’t that a bit too unbelievable?

But this bizarre thing had just happened!

The bald interviewer was unwilling to give up: “Alright, you’ve got some skills. Then let me randomly check another data point. Tell me, how much HP does the boss Black Night Demon have in ‘Source of Magic’? Accurate to the hundreds.”

William Carter sneered inwardly—getting even more excessive, huh?

The boss’s HP is in the millions, calculated automatically after the numerical designer provides the formula. It’s not an integer, and except for the first two digits, the rest don’t really matter. You want me to be accurate to the hundreds? Got nothing better to do?

But William Carter still didn’t panic at all. He paused, pretending to recall: “Seven million nine hundred forty-three thousand eight hundred fifty.”

The bald interviewer looked up the data online himself, and sure enough, the answer was spot on!

This time, all the interviewers were dumbfounded. Getting it right once could be luck or preparation, but twice? What do you call that?

The bald interviewer was baffled. Who would voluntarily memorize this kind of data? Isn’t that crazy?

Not just William Carter—even the interviewers themselves didn’t know these numbers. They only found out by checking their wristbands.

Moreover, the two games the bald interviewer asked about, ‘Mech Battlefield’ and ‘Source of Magic’, aren’t even the most popular games right now—just moderately popular at best. And he could remember all that?

The atmosphere became a bit awkward. If William Carter hadn’t answered, they could have just sent him away. But now that he answered perfectly, what were they supposed to do?

A few of the other interviewers almost thought William Carter was the pre-selected candidate. It really looked like the bald interviewer had leaked the questions to him. But those who knew the bald interviewer well were aware that the pre-selected person wasn’t William Carter at all.

William Carter said coldly, “Interviewers, I’m here to interview for the position of World Architect, not Numerical Designer. Are you unclear about the position I’m applying for, or do you not understand the responsibilities of a World Architect?”

The bald interviewer’s face changed instantly. “What do you mean by that!”

William Carter didn’t reply, but his expression said, “You know exactly what I mean, don’t play dumb.”

Contradicting the examiner in an interview is obviously suicidal, but William Carter had already figured it out—the bald examiner never intended to let him pass this interview!

Since that’s the case, why bother being accommodating? No matter how much he begged, these interviewers wouldn’t give him the job out of pity; they’d just make things even harder with more obscure and unreasonable questions.

So, he might as well push back right now. Either way, he wasn’t going to pass—at least he could vent his frustration.

The bald interviewer wanted to get angry, but the bearded interviewer to his right stopped him. “Manager Bennett, I think he has a point. The questions you asked are indeed too off-topic. He’s here to interview for World Architect. If word gets out, people will think our Guangyi Interactive interviewers are unprofessional, and that would affect the company’s image.”

Bald Manager Bennett was fuming with nowhere to vent. He glanced at the bearded interviewer beside him and really couldn’t lose his temper.

Because this guy was at the same level as him—both were supervisors. With so many people watching, it wouldn’t be appropriate to make a scene.

Manager Bennett glared at William Carter. “Fine. Since you’re interviewing for World Architect, I’ll give you a World Architect question. Compose a poem on the theme of war in English, then translate it into Chinese. You have five minutes.”

Write a poem in English? Then translate it into Chinese?

Clearly, there was a hidden requirement: the poem had to be decent in both English and Chinese!

Chinese and English are the two official languages of the United Government, and most people in the world speak these two languages. Although translation programs in this parallel world are much more advanced than in William Carter’s previous life, when it comes to translating poetry, they still fall short!

What’s more, Manager Bennett only gave five minutes, and it had to be English first, then Chinese—making it even harder. And William Carter couldn’t use any existing works from this world, or else a quick online search would expose him.

The bearded interviewer frowned, clearly thinking the question was too difficult and completely unreasonable!

But he said nothing. After all, this question still fell within the scope of a World Architect’s work, and there was no need to strain relations with another supervisor over a newcomer.

Besides, this young man could even memorize such obscure numbers—maybe he really could compose a poem?

The bearded interviewer had already decided: as long as William Carter’s poem was passable, he’d give him a hand. If he couldn’t get the World Architect position, at least one of the two intern spots could be given to him.