Scott rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Why that place?” he asked quietly. “What does my school have to do with my revenge?” He waited patiently for the system to give him an answer. But it remained silent, leaving him staring at the notification while several possibilities crossed his mind.He waited for a few seconds before speaking again. “System, explain the reason for this mission.” , just as he expected. He had already learned that the system rarely explained anything unless he fulfilled certain conditions, and this time seemed to be no different.“Fine,” Scott said, his expression hardening. “Then answer this. What happens if I refuse?” Almost immediately, another notification appeared before him, and his eyes narrowed as he read it. [MISSION REFUSAL WILL RESULT IN A SYSTEM PENALTY.]Scott's expression changed slightly. “What kind of penalty?” he asked. The system responded after a brief pause with another cold notification: [PENALTY INFORMATION WILL BE REVEALED AFTER REFU

For a moment, nobody spoke or reacted but in the next few seconds.. The room erupted in laughter loud enough that almost pissed Scott off this time.The senior professor leaned back in his chair and laughed openly. “You heard him, didn't you? This boy thinks he can stop an epidemic that our medical department has been struggling to understand.”Another professor shook his head while laughing. “Who do you think you are? We are professors with years of education and research experience, and you think you know more than us?”Scott remained completely still, his hand placed in his pocket.One of the younger lecturers pointed toward the laboratory building outside the window and said, “Our top-performing students are already in the laboratory conducting research to find a solution. We don't need some random student walking in here pretending he can solve what trained researchers cannot.”Scott looked at him. “How long have they been researching?” The lecturer frowned. “That's none of your

Scott began his research behind closed doors, completely alone inside the large research laboratory. The room was filled with everything he needed, from testing equipment to chemical compounds and medical instruments, and he carefully inspected each item before beginning. He had no assistant beside him, no professor watching over his shoulder, and no one to interrupt him while he worked. He moved from one table to another, checking the equipment and arranging everything according to what he needed. His intellectual ability allowed him to understand most of the equipment almost instantly, even though some of the machines were more advanced than anything he had used before. After making sure everything was ready, Scott finally took out the sample he had collected from the outbreak. He stared at the sample for several seconds before placing it under the testing equipment. This was the moment he had been waiting for, because everything he had done until then had only been preparation f

Scott did not answer at first. Instead, he slowly gave him his hand and lifted him up with his strength. “Are you feeling better?” Scott asked.The patient stared at him with tears forming in his eyes. Then, without warning, he dropped to his knees.“Master,” the patient whispered. “I'm deeply grateful for your kindness and love. I was told I have 24 hours to live, but you saved me.”Scott's eyes narrowed. He chuckled when he saw how grateful and happy the patient was looking. “But you don't need to call me Master,” Scott whispered as he lifted him up onto his feet.The patient grabbed Scott's legs and hugged them tightly. “Master, you saved me. I can never stop to appreciate you and celebrate you” “It's alright Mister” Scott whispered. Immediately some of the professors felt they were left acknowledged in the matter, their faces looked pale as though they'd been bitten.The elderly woman's face stiffened while the junior lecturer looked as though someone had slapped him in front o

Scott remained seated in front of his laptop, his fingers moved slowly across the keyboard, as he searched through the information his security network had gathered about the people connected to the outbreak. One particular name appeared repeatedly in several documents, and the moment he saw it, his fingers stopped moving. Alex.Scott leaned closer to the screen and read the name again, his eyes narrowing as a faint memory surfaced in his mind. He had heard Alex before, but he could not yet understand why the name appearing in the documents felt so important. ‘This looks completely familiar’, he murmured, scrolling through the information.He opened another file and began comparing the details with what he already knew about Black Stone. There was a connection between several people mentioned in the documents and the organization, but the information was carefully buried behind layers of security and false identities.Scott leaned back slowly, he felt he had discovered something inter