Chapter 85: Specter College’s Number One Genius—Brainiac (Part One)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
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 na, so the na couldn’t be seen.
Standing before Professor Bacon was his student, Brainiac.
“Brainiac, I rember 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 so issues in your work? You can tell about your problems.”
“Thank you, Professor. You’ve been taking care of . I also wish to stay in the college to do research, but I have to settle so 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 na 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 Departnt. 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 fra looked extrely 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 uniford Orc sat in a room with protective tal 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 uniford 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 , and my leg fur’s all ssed up. If you don’t compensate 500 Magic Stones, I won’t get up!”
“Pay up, pay up, we’ve encountered a fraudulent crasher!”
...
“Pa da, pa da... Pom!”
“Get off, get off the Beetlemon. We’ve arrived at the East Forest!”
“Wait, I’m going to Winterfell!”
“Which Winterfell? Why didn’t you tell earlier? Young lads nowadays are so reckless. Stay here for a night and take my Beetlemon tomorrow morning. It’s too late now, no Beetlemons will be running since they need sleep. This is our recomnded hotel with a 20% discount. Go ahead.”
...
“Lich Bro, staying in a hotel?”
“Lich Bro, need a foot wash?”
“Lich Bro, interested in derivative trading? My sisters are derivative dealers, and they earned the equivalent of a Dungeon.”
...
“Going to Winterfell? What? Last-minute passenger? This isn’t the new Beetlemon, but a green-skinned Beetlemon with less than diocre facilities. Sit over there... partial refund for bad facilities? No such thing. There are no more seats for you. Please stand.”
“Pa da, Pa da.”
“D*mn! Is there a cockroach among the passengers? Slls like sh*t. Urgh, why is it stinky?”
“Bro, could you move your leg back a bit?”
“Selling beverages! Selling beverages! Tasty bloody chrysanthemum tea!”
...
Smile on the face, service with your heart—Winterfell Talent Resource Market
Brainiac, who was looking tired, sat in a chair and looked at the huge words before him. Then, he shifted his attention to the Werewolf sitting in front.
It was a Werewolf with dark eye bags, who was wearing a formal suit with a bow tie. He sat hunched and was silent and emotionless.
“Excuse , are there no employnt notices from Eternal Kingdom? Is the Dungeon newly opened? According to my knowledge, there’s no Lich working there. Aren’t they recruiting Liches? If it’s a level issue, I could apply for an external position so that I’m not affected by the Dungeon’s level restriction,” Brainiac gazed at the Werewolf and asked impatiently.
The Werewolf lifted his eyelids and said feebly, “Yes, but the applicant left without paying the administrative fees, so we won’t be publishing his recruitnt notice.”
“How can I take a look at Eternal Kingdom’s recruitnt notice?” Brainiac asked.
“That is not possible unless the administrative fees are paid,” the Werewolf said calmly.
“How much?”
“20 Magic Stones.”
...
Brainiac held the form that had the words:
“Talent Recruitnt Form
Recruiting Unit: Eternal Kingdom Dungeon
Contact Details: Applicant can see the details after fee paynt
Recruiter: Lord Sherlock
Recruitnt Requirent: Lich skilled in Biology
Job Requirent: Skilled in healing creatures, listen to instructions, care for colleagues, professional, responsible and hardworking
Career Advancent: The Dungeon provides comprehensive and professional training. There is a chance to learn the latest knowledge, build connections, and gain work experience to help in your career and family advancent
Monthly Salary: Negotiate Face-to-Face”
“Wait, why do I have to pay for the contact details? Didn’t I just pay?” Brainiac looked unhappily at the Werewolf and asked.
“It’s the sa. Leave if you don’t pay,” the Werewolf lifted his eyelids and said.
Brainiac was about to argue when he noticed an Orc with heavy makeup, perd hair, tattoos, and possibly a pregnant belly.
She crossed her legs, held a slim red-hot tal stick, inhaled deeply, and puffed out rings of smoke as she said, “Little Bro, is this your first ti here? Unless you get employed in a college’s recruitnt fair, it’s the practice here. If they don’t collect fees, what are they earning?”
Brainiac looked warily at the female Orc but didn’t respond.
The female Orc laughed like a barbell and took out her na card.
“Little Bro, look for if your application isn’t successful. My friends are in the bone-strengthening powder business. You would make a good salesman with your handso looks.”
As the female Orc passed him her na card, she was astonished.
“You... you are Eternal Fire’s newly employed top student from Specter College?”
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