Chapter 505 You came to a snowfield (page 1)
From your own perspective, you can't find anything wrong with it.
——You rescued Zendik, taught him knowledge, accepted him as a disciple, and made him an honorary professor at the Supreme Research Institute of the Third Galaxy. Although this student is currently unknown, you also changed from an honorary professor to a wanted person. commit.
But your knowledge and talents are real.
In five years, you even wasted 768 recovery potions on him, and also gave him a pair of mechanical eyes that are more useful than the eyes with the original genes.
You think that you are tolerant and caring for your disciples, and he should be grateful to you. How could things become like this?
After realizing that Zendik was gone, it was rare that you were willing to think about his motives.
You try to bring the relationship between you from the perspective of a piece of rotten wood in an attempt to find a reason for your disciple to leave you.
After Zendik became your disciple, the most annoying thing was probably that his teacher was a living being.
Originally, he only took a fancy to your strength that ordinary people cannot match.
When he was being chased by the disciplinary officers, if he hadn't accidentally caught a glimpse of the remains of a mushroom next to him, and out of curiosity, he returned there with a desperate chance, he might not have met you.
You are surrounded by an invisible protective barrier. He has never seen anything like that - if he hadn't tried to take the initiative to seek shelter from the unknown you, and you happened to be curious about how he could see that there was someone here, so You readily responded to his request for help.
As an immortal star sea race, your memory is extraordinary.
To you, what happened just five years ago is no different than the experiment you did last night.
You clearly remember how you responded to his call for help. You showed your body and the language translation system was working dutifully. You took out another language translator in a good-tempered manner, then wrapped it with your mental tentacles and embedded it almost ruthlessly. into Zandik's wrist.
You knelt down and stared into his eyes.
Scarlet pupils reflected your face, and you saw your interested expression.
You said: [Of course, I have a way to solve it once and for all so that you will never be hunted down again. 】
Zendik widened his eyes slightly, ignoring the pain in his wrist, and wanted to ask you something, but you didn't want to answer his boring and stupid questions, so you directly demonstrated your "method" with actions.
You "killed" him.
Your mental tentacles penetrated the chest of the young man in front of you the moment you finished speaking.
There was a big hole in his chest, and the blood and flesh inside was leaking out. He suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and the madness in his expression did not have time to dissipate.
You casually picked up a few mushroom beasts not far away and threw them over, then disappeared.
Soon after, the discipline officer who was chasing him returned. Looking at the corpse lying on the ground and several dangerous mushrooms beside the corpse, they knew they had found the cause. They even did not go forward to check out the danger, but just shook their heads and said He left cautiously with the last sentence "You really deserve it."
And you seized the opportunity, taking out a recovery potion before he took his last breath, and poured it into his leaky chest.
You didn't think there was anything wrong at the time.
Indeed once and for all, Zendik will no longer be hunted.
But now that I think about it...
You are a little hesitant... Maybe for the native humans in this world, this "method" is still a bit ahead of its time?
No, it won't...
You quickly overturned this idea. You didn't know much about others, but you thought you knew Zendyk fairly well.
He woke up at that time, observed his physical condition, and touched the chip embedded in your wrist, but he begged you to accept him as your disciple on the spot.
And as far as you know, in the five years since Zendik followed you, some of the little fights he did to pass the time were modified with his own body. This shows that it is not because of these that he treats you. Create fear and leave you.
So - what's the reason?
The chip that you buried in his wrist and engraved with your mental mark was dug out by him.
Is it possible that he focused his research on that chip?
You suddenly have an incredible idea. Is that idiot Zendic trying to analyze it?
Xinghai's compulsory education for immortal races requires about 1.75 cosmic eras to be completed. For short-lived races, the required compulsory education knowledge is much less, but they still need to study for more than half of the cosmic eras. .
And the technology contained in that chip, he, a fool who didn't have any knowledge of the compulsory education regulations, actually wanted to understand it?
If the facts are really as you speculate, it is really ridiculous.
But—you admired his courage.
Thinking about this, you decided to look for your disciples.
You opened the folding space, rolled up the equipment in the camp with your mental tentacles and put them inside, then arranged your clothes and set off.
Speaking of which, you have never been interested in exploring the world, so even if it has been five years since you came to this world, you have never left this rainforest for reasons other than research.
It's rare for you to go out because of being a disciple, but you find that this is really an interesting place.
There are seven countries in a mere remote planet?
This is really in line with your impression of the primitive world - maybe if you push it back a dozen universes, there will be many people who would directly call themselves tribal chiefs after holding a torch.
...it doesn't matter.
You have no intention of getting involved anyway.
You just want to find Zendic who disappeared without saying a word, then dig out his brain, slice it into the originally planned 500 pieces, and then bring it back to your laboratory.
——That’s how it should be.
But Zendik just disappeared from the world.
You came to the place where you sensed him digging out the spiritual mark, only to find that it was a land of ice and snow.
The spiritual power silently covers a radius of two hundred miles. Although you sense life, you are very sure that it does not belong to Zendik.
He can't be dead, right?
You have some doubts, but all the details don't give you the slightest clue that Zendik is still alive.
Tsk.
What a fragile race.
You still don't give up. You always feel that your disciple's death was too hasty. No matter what, you should catch his body and seal it in a special solution, right?
The dead disciple is also valuable. At least you can choose to take out his inactivated cells and study them, then make them into specimens, and then auction them off through certain gray areas after returning to the star sea. You have already thought of the names of the exhibits. Okay, just call——
A short-lived and fragile ancient human (male).
Although useless, it is better than novelty.
It is estimated that those galactic nobles who are happy to see the hunter will wave their hands and directly take your disciple away at a good price.
You imagined how much material you could buy with the money your disciples exchanged, and after walking aimlessly on the ice field for a while, you finally saw the sparsely populated town in your mental perception.