[Automatic White-Haired Dragon Form]
[Failed Product 3]
Professor Lisha's position was obvious. She hadn't been poaching people at lightning speed while I was away; the group had genuinely gathered here to work on something.
But that raised another question: what task required these four people to gather?
Curious, Fu Qian naturally looked down at the thing in his hand.
Although it was only text, what he saw next was undeniably quite a shock.
The documents before them were clearly files of some sort.
The one in Fu Qian's hand seemed to be about a special experimental subject.
The contents weren't very detailed, but it was clear that whoever had written them was attempting something unusual.
They were combining all sorts of supernatural materials to give them an entirely new property.
Even with only a few lines, the writer's confidence and fervor for this magnificent work were plain to see.
As for the result, that was obvious enough.
A clearly labeled failure, even assigned a number.
The later entries showed that the project had made no progress for a long time. It had been deemed questionable in its approach and wasteful of materials, and officially abandoned.
[She should have... There must have been some flaw she hadn't noticed...]
In those final, hesitant words, Fu Qian seemed to see an unyielding will and the academy's tireless spirit—
"Whose is this?"
He looked up. Apart from Ji Liushuang, who was busy working, all three pairs of eyes were fixed on him. Having finished reading, Fu Qian took the opportunity to voice his curiosity.
"I don't know, but it's obviously someone's from Apocalypse."
No one else spoke. Professor Lisha took it upon herself to answer, frowning.
She sounded so disdainful. Had she forgotten she was part of Apocalypse, too?
Professor Lisha's words were