Saying goodbye to Jessica and Jack I went toward the Research departnt.
Although I needed to et with the other student council prospect, Vice-headmaster allowed a few days before we dived into the dungeon.
I had 25 days to reach the 13th floor. I decided to use a week to prepare accordingly.
"The student council prospect that I will be replacing, is it Isabell?"
That would make sense.
I did not see her with Leon. She must have sothing to do with the Goliaths.
It took almost an hour of walking to reach the Research Departnt sector.
Ward already looked more sci-fi than the rest of Bermuda Island. However, this place put even that to sha.
"Wow," I could not help but say it aloud. "It's beautiful."
Every departnt had its own sector. I had already seen the majority of them, but in terms of appearance, Research Departnt was otherworldly.
The sector looked like a futuristic city made out of glass and tal with all kinds of windows. It reminded of an amusent park because everything was so bright and colorful.
Cadets, professors, staff, everyone was bustling about in the busy streets. So were walking around while others rode on electric scooters or hoverboards.
Quite a few were lost in their own world as they worked on their projects even while walking.
The place scread eccentric in all rights.
Seeing everyone busy with sothing made feel a bit out of the place.
Ward has many departnts but even among them cadets enlisted in Research Departnt have the most autonomy.
Research Departnt follows the thod of ntor and trainee.
Seniors will take juniors will similar interests and knowledge in fields and train them under themselves. Professors do exist to help however anyone seldom goes to them.
Any information can be gained in the library and the topics of research are too diverse to be covered properly by professors. This resulted in the Research Departnt's current thod of teaching.
Presently I did not have an assigned ntor.
So, one could say I was almost a free spirit. I needed to attend only a few compulsory classes but due to the nature of the Research Departnt, no one would single out even when I skip them.
It was baffling. I was studying in the Earth's most prestigious academy that followed strict military rules.
Yet, I could spend all of my ti doing nothing and I couldn't be punished.
"tch tch, you poor souls."
Taking one last look at the misery of these poor souls who did not know the joy of freedom I went to look for a particular building.
It took another hour to find it but I was here.
A slightly dilapidated building that stood out from the rest. Its paint was falling off and dust covered the windows like blankets.
Cluck-
"Is anybody there?"
The door was unlocked and I entered without hesitation.
I cocked my eyebrow at the condition of the building while closing the door behind .
Just like the outside, it was dusty and dirty.
I walked through a hallway to where there were two rooms on either side, each with a door. The one next to the entrance had been converted into a washroom. It also contained an ancient-looking tub, which looked like it would collapse if you turned your back on it even once.
Dozens of different odors attacked my nostril the more I walked inside. A strong sll of mold filled this space, so much that the air felt sticky.
Even though I could see no light in here, I could still tell it was quite dim because I couldn't see anything clearly from the darkness.
It made question if I ca to the right place. But I knew from the na of the building that was hung outside for all to see that I had co to the right place.
The board read: [Future Alchemist King]
I couldn't help but chuckle.
The owner of this building had a very timid personality and hated attracting attention. There was no way she placed that board herself.
It was probably done by so entitled brats who felt superior in shaming discarded heirs of a high-class family.
Though in her case it was a fallen family.
"Ughh.."
I covered my nose at the strong sll of various chemicals.
In the center of the room, there was a desk with several tools. Judging from their appearance, they weren't used for cleaning. On top of that, many pieces of equipnt had been stacked up in a corner.
They were likely remnants of experints. If I had to guess, most of them were parts of old alchemy machines.
So of the materials I saw around didn't seem to have any use in alchemy.
The owner of this place lacked the fund to procure even the most basic of equipnts.
Her family, having fallen from grace, had limited resources. Trying to get their prestige back they decided to make a secure investnt and as such poured everything into her twin sister, leaving her with nothing but scraps.
"Pshh…pshh.."
At the corner of the room, soone was sleeping on the couch.
"Cough, cough"
I coughed slightly to wake her up.
However, it didn't seem to be enough.
Since I was the one who was trespassing, I decided to wait and let her sleep peacefully. Just because I was an asshole didn't an I was an asshole.
In the anti, I decided to train in my art.
I found a clean corner and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Closing my eyes, I began ditating. It felt like I was back in the mory world.
Vupp-
A sword appeared in my hand and I placed it over my thighs.
Scan
A sword constellation started forming inside my mind.
Ever since I entered Ward I had been careful to use only swords with my art. This was because I was trying to hide the fact that I could create other weapons too.
Although I only used Second Technique to fight during the tournant, it did not hurt to have extra precautions.
Scan
The constellation brightened slightly as another sword constellation overlapped on top of it.
With all my previous constellations gone, and the fact I needed to advance in Dungeon of trails, I needed to re-stash my constellations. I would be using my art in front of everyone I needed to have enough swords before creating other weapons constellations.
"Huuu...."
I lost the track of ti while repeatedly using Scan.
This was one of the benefits of mory World. It didn't take much effort to enter a diating state and once I did I could easily pass days, even months like this.
Scan
A thought popped into my head.
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