Mimic Mushrooms
Quite a productive result. All that lively research atmosphere in Apocalypse really paid off.
Setting down the sword he had borrowed to examine, Fu Qian made no further move.
That was right. Not long after entering Sword Pavilion, he had sensed something unusual—the same peculiar aura he had encountered while inspecting the night shift with Dean Cas.
During that experimental accident, Professor Rob, who rarely worked the night shift, had been testing his new idea: breeding swarms of insects with demigod flesh.
In Fu Qian's opinion, it had indeed been an interesting idea.
And now it was even more interesting.
After examining it up close, Fu Qian was now quite sure he hadn't been mistaken. The sword carried the scent of the mushroom that had grown from the corpses of those flying insects.
Which raised the question: why was this product of the Apocalypse laboratory connected to the sacred grounds of the Sword Participation Institute?
It was certainly a question that invited speculation. Aside from mere coincidence, Fu Qian could easily come up with a few other theories.
Of course, it would be best if the person involved could answer for himself.
"Professor Fu..."
Reassuringly, Apocalypse's vitality had once again made itself known.
With his half-long hair, thick brows, and large eyes, Professor Rob looked as dashing as ever, even though the sun had only just set. He carefully knocked on the laboratory door, holding a long, black object in his hands.
"Professor Rob, have a seat. You're too kind!"
Fu Qian rose to greet him with extraordinary warmth, though he didn't bother hiding his gaze from the gift Rob was carrying.
"Sorry to trouble you..."
Fu Qian's lack of surprise at his arrival clearly added to Professor Rob's pressure, especially when Fu Qian's gaze settled on