However, the laboratory was empty except for him, its sophisticated instruments standing silently in neat rows.
His gaze finally fell on the massive blackboard, the battlefield of his daily labor, densely covered with Decay Rate Algorithm formulas for the Interspecies gene transplantation project.
Those formulas were the crystallization of countless days and nights of effort. Every stroke carried his endless exploration and pursuit of science.
But at that moment, the sight on the blackboard made his heart tighten—those painstakingly derived formulas, those numbers and symbols bearing countless possibilities, had all been wiped away completely, leaving only a blank expanse like an exam paper awaiting answers.
"No!"
Professor Connors let out a pained roar. The sound crashed back and forth against the laboratory walls, as though even the air trembled at this loss.
These formulas were not merely a pile of data. They were the precious results of countless experiments, failures, and reflections, the embodiment of his profound understanding of interspecies gene transplantation.
At that moment, it all seemed to vanish along with that merciless sweep of the eraser.
However, just as Professor Connors was immersed in the pain of his loss, his gaze suddenly fixed on a corner of the blackboard.
There, strings of entirely new formulas had quietly appeared, arranged in a concise and elegant manner, as though some unknown force had corrected his previous mistakes.
These were also algorithms concerning the decay rate, yet they were completely different from his previous deductions. Every symbol and every step revealed an indescribable precision and harmony.
Professor Connors instinctively reached out, his fingertips lightly touching the newly appeared formulas, as though confirming that they were real.
He began plugging values into the formulas and calculating. His mind raced, refining every variable and constant to several decimal places.
At that moment, time