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The craziest inventor in the afflicted world

William James, a scientist and intermediary in forbidden cosmic technology as well as a second-class criminal... Since he lived alone and isolated from his race, he has never met almost any human being, all his acquaintances have become monsters, demons or aliens...., as he advances in Age, William knew that he could no longer maintain his youth by relying on chemical drugs, and found himself between two options… death, or… death… at this moment, he was 190 years old, and he was literally in a position where Death smiled and waited patiently.... [Enough energy has been provided to start, and the chip’s abilities will be applied to the soul without the body as requested by the master.] After William heard this, he smiled a crazy smile. For the past five years, he's been working on this invention that will change his life... his future... and maybe his past as well. “Yes Babe, Class II criminal jumped off the top of the seventieth floor, I repeat, mad scientist William committed suicide.” said the helicopter driver while staring at the corpse of William James in a terrifying sight.. His body was bloody.. but with a smile on his face.

The_Btata · Urban
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36 Chs

Who decides whether my astral path is beneficial or vice versa?

William came down from Building No. 17, William moved his face here and there,

'Which portion did he choose this time?' '

All William was currently seeing in front of him was a set of elementary information shares at the various professors.

'Anyway, I'll enter this room'

William stared at another room specializing in elementary information, anyway, he knew all these things, it made no difference between this classroom and another room.

William headed towards the hall door and entered.

It seems that this elementary information hall does not attract many students who want to learn in it, as the number of students hardly exceeded thirty.

William went back and sat in one of the back chairs.

The professor hadn't entered yet, the students were just chatting about random topics, and at the same time the number of students was increasing slightly.

The door opened, and a bald old man in monoculars walked in and headed toward the stage.

Silence prevailed.

'He seems to be a terrifying professor...no one dares to speak in his presence'

William thought in his head, staring at the old man who did not pay any attention to the disciples or greet them.

"It seems that there are few students, you will wait until it reaches 45," said the old professor, staring at the audience.

"Just for information, what you are doing is making up stupid jokes, stop moving between the halls like ants, whoever wants to learn about spells, for example, has to attend the spell class every day, and whoever wants to learn about technology, let him continue learning.... who did not attend my class in the day The past is only wasting its time now, because it will lack essential information."

Everyone just stared in silence, the initial share of information is characterized as a mixture of many information in various fields, but it is not deep information.

The professor stared at the door, while a few students also entered the class.

"I don't care about it anyway, but take this advice so that my class won't be filled with rich people who lack basic information," said the professor, staring angrily, then paused, waiting for enough students to start the lecture.

Three students entered.

After a few seconds, another student entered.

The professor stared and counted the number of students, then said, "The number is complete.Let the students who have just entered take their places."

Three students sat in the front chairs. While the student who entered is also returned to the end of the class.

Then he sat at table number 49 in the penultimate row.

'What the hell does this kid want now?' ' William scowled as he stared at the bespectacled student and had short black hair.

"The first encounter, while not pleasant, unfortunately, was full of knives and guns," sneered Brian, Kruger's pupil, as he sat down beside William.

"Post your nonsense for later," said William, and stared at the professor who had just begun his lecture.

"Oh, for those who attended the previous class, we talked about the paths in general, the known ones, the hidden ones, the useful ones, and the useless ones, but today we will talk about the infinite power, and they are the paths that you will be given special attention if you are one of them, first, The path of the magician under the moonlight, of course we all know something about this path which is among the most powerful, either through the internet or some general information provided by our families. We know that this path is the path of infinite powers! ..the brighter the moon, the more The strength has increased, and when it is completed, the owner of the path obtains an incomparable superpower, in our union there are only 900 people who follow this path, that is, excluding the students."

The professor continued to lecture, while William was feeling a little drowsy, although he was used to not sleeping for a while but with such a weak body it was difficult.

"This lecture is useless, don't you think?" Brian turned to William and asked with a smile.

Brian is right on this point, although this class does provide information about the paths of infinite power, but that's for no reason, what do I get next? Do I know the characteristics of other people's paths? ..

'The academy system was like this, so you will be implanted with information that the path A , or the path B, they are the pinnacle of strength.'

'Indeed, there was a difference between the

astral paths, but it is always up to you to determine your destiny, not as one who sits in his place like a pregnant woman and then says that his astral path is the reason for his failure, if you work, you will receive the wages of your work regardless of your path,'

'You will always find in your life a failure who tells you that your path is useless...it is just a bad path!

Who determines the bad from the good? '

'The lofty things what makes them sublime is that they conform to the standards of most people in society, and they consider them to be critics, and if they disagree with this, they are just useless impurities.'

'Most people would consider a magic path under the moonlight and the rest of the magic paths as saving, why? ..it is their criteria, I have no right to prevent him from choosing these criteria, they have the freedom to choose the criteria that suits them, and the same for me, I have the freedom to choose my criteria, which will be contrary to their faulty criteria..'

'Why should I say... the path of the Star-Eyed Analyzer, and the path of the Seas in the Mind Ocean, are useless paths? Does my astral path have to be filled with magic and pink flames for their damned asses to feel safe? .'

After William finished his thinking, he silently closed his eyes, no matter if William's belief was wrong or not, we would know only by experience, in the comparative way, let's compare William and Brian, the mad scientist against the wizard of the cursed forest, both outlaws, killing and do mad thing , both want to achieve their goals, the first wants peace in the forest even if it becomes corrupt, and the second wants to live so that his mind can accommodate all knowledge.

If people had a chance to choose one of these two to be rated as a hero, they would choose Brian, the wizard of the Cursed Forest, don't ask me why.. I'm just like you, I don't know.. but people's standards say that this person, Brian, is more useful with his magical path that has a front Good, opposite of William and his useless path, which basically has no interface.

William thought again: 'It was the criteria that decided which path was useful, which path was useless, and which path was evil...for example..the hidden paths..not as if they wanted to be hidden. Often all those who follow these paths wish for a normal life. And the best proof of that is Rod..but those star paths, which they did not choose in the first place, violated the standards of society, who would trust a person who is able to hide, steal, and pass through walls without seeing him? Someone who strengthens himself by drinking blood and killing?..not me, at least.'

"Didn't you hear me? Or are you thinking of something?" Brian interrupted William's thinking, and spoke while the professor continued to give the lecture.

"Won't you speak up?" Brian said again..

"Mr..hmmm..at table number 49, do you think my class is a place for a conversation?" The grim face of the monocular professor spoke in a loud voice.

Brian heard this, but quickly ignored it and focused on persuading the silent William to speak.

When Brian stared at the other students, everyone was staring at him and sneered, then he stared at William who was trying to hold back the smile.

'wait..Table 49?' It's me ? ' Brian quickly remembered the number of the table where he and William were sitting, and William had not spoken since he entered, so it was often not directed at him.

"Come here, student."