85 Specter Colleges Number One Genius—Brainiac Part One (1/2)
In an office with white walls, a coffee-colored table was placed in the middle of the room. Professor Bacon sat behind the table as he looked at an application form in his hand.
At the top of the form were the words ”Resignation Tender”.
Professor Bacon's hand was covering the applicant's name, so the name couldn't be seen.
Standing before Professor Bacon was his student, Brainiac.
”Brainiac, I remember that you gave up the job at Eternal Fire Dungeon to work in the college, didn't you?” Professor Bacon placed the resignation form on the table and placed his arms on the table as he interlocked his fingers before saying, ”Since you returned, the college has been supporting your plans. If you resign now, isn't it a pity? Did you encounter some issues in your work? You can tell me about your problems.”
”Thank you, Professor. You've been taking care of me. I also wish to stay in the college to do research, but I have to settle some matters.”
Brainiac exhaled and looked outside the window.
His empty sockets were gazing at a faraway location.
Bacon looked at Brainiac's eye sockets, and they reminded him of his long lost youth. That was during a cozy spring and a farmland story…
Professor Bacon exhaled and nodded as he wrote ”Approved” in the supervisor's column and signed his name on the form.
”I understand. It's your decision.” Professor Bacon passed the form back to Brainiac and sighed.
”No matter what pursuits you have, I'll support you. Pass the form to the Creature Resource Department. After getting the approval stamp, you may leave. Use the Teleport Portal since a Beetlemon's journey would make one ill. Bon voyage and take care of your safety.”
Brainiac took the form and bowed to Professor Bacon. Then he turned to leave.
”Brainiac.”
He heard the reluctant voice of Professor Bacon and stopped. He turned around and asked, ”Professor?”
Professor Bacon's Skeleton frame looked extremely slim. On his white skull were various cracks. Professor Bacon looked at Brainiac and nodded.
”All the best, my student that I'm proud of.”
”Yes! Professor!”
…
The ancient dark fortress was barely discernible in the trees of the forest.
Brainiac took his large luggage and sat on the horizontal seat that was on top of a Beetlemon.
He gazed at the sharp tower of the ancient fortress. With the Beetlemon's rhythmic steps, the sharp tower that he had watched for tens of years was gradually swallowed by the treetops.
He inhaled deeply and said earnestly, ”Farewell, my college. Farewell, Professor Bacon.”
…
At the exit counter of the Specter College's Teleport Portal.
In the spacious Main Hall, a uniformed Orc sat in a room with protective metal boards and asked without raising his head, ”Where are you going?”
”Winterfell.”
”Travel visa.”
”Here.”
The Orc examined the travel visa and noticed that the photograph was a skull.
”Put your luggage onto the checking device.”
Brainiac put his luggage on the magical checking device, which emitted a blaring siren.
”Warning. Mana units exceed a hundred. An on-spot death execution is advised.”
The uniformed Orc knocked hard on the device and looked at Brainiac.
”Little Bro, the Mana units of your luggage exceed a hundred, and there are restricted items. You can't use the Teleport Portal. You could use a courier service for your luggage and have a 10% chance of not losing it, or you can take the new high-speed, dedicated Beetlemon service to Winterfell.”
”Thank you, I'll take the Beetlemon.”
Brainiac picked up his luggage and moved quickly to the Beetlemon transit area.
”How many tickets?”
”One.”
”Get up onto the Beetlemon. The journey starts in a minute. If you encounter fraudulent crashers, all the passengers will bear the compensation.”
”What?”
”Get up—!”
…
”Pa da, pa da… Pom!”
”Sh*t! How did you control your Beetlemon! Didn't you see that I'm over here! You crashed into me, and my leg fur's all messed up. If you don't compensate me 500 Magic Stones, I won't get up!”