The First Dean of the Psychic Loyalist Academy

"Come, sit down first."

Alvin greeted Weyland as he entered with a "kind" smile.

Broken!

Looking at Alvin, who had never shown such a "kind" smile before, Weyland had to admit that for a few seconds, he suddenly felt flustered.

As someone in a position of power, or at least someone who was once in a position of power, someone who controlled a vast cosmic corporation and wielded immense power, he was smarter than many others. But it was precisely because of this that he understood even better what it meant when someone in a position of power showed you that smile.

There's a high probability that you'll be asked to do something extremely dangerous.

How dangerous is it?

In the blink of an eye, countless guesses flashed through Weyland's mind.

However, he dared not defy this "great man," after all, his hope of prolonging his life was still in the hands of this man!

Ever since experiencing the "Infinite Potion," Weyland felt as if he had become addicted. His youthful, strong body, abundant energy, and active mind captivated him, making it impossible for him to extricate himself.

By now, he is fully aware that he can no longer live without the "Infinite Potion".

Back in reality, Weyland took a deep breath, forcing a smile, but remained standing in place. "Long time no see, Mr. Alvin. What brings you here this time?"

"Why are you so reserved after all this time?"

Alvin didn't answer directly, but still smiled and waved, "Hey, we're old friends, don't be so nervous, come sit down and let's talk."

Wow. This is probably no small matter!

Seeing this, Weyland gasped inwardly, feeling a pang of bitterness.

You know, the last time Alvin came, he casually took away tens of thousands of Bioroid, as well as the guns and ammunition produced in several planetary forging bases, and that group of exaggerated "cyborgs," but he didn't smile this "brightly."

Weyland's legs were trembling slightly, but he forced himself to sit down beside her.

But then he glanced at Alvin, whose smile was growing even more "enthusiastic," and his bad premonition intensified. Trembling for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Mr. Alvin, what is it you need? I will absolutely not refuse if it's something I can do!"

He also kept a watchful eye here, on the premise that it "could be done".

Alvin saw through his plan but didn't say anything. He smiled, pushed a cup of coffee over, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Don't worry, you can definitely do it. It's not a big deal. Would I lie to you?"

The more he said that, the more uncertain Weyland felt. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Mr. Alvin, perhaps you should just tell me directly."

"Oh, that works too." Alvin nodded, then added, "It's nothing, just helping me take care of my two kids."

Upon hearing that it was about "taking care of children," Weyland's expression became quite interesting.

After all that, this is it?

With all this commotion, he thought the Tanggu Company was going to participate in some kind of cosmic war.

But given Alvin's huge commotion, could it be a "bastard child"?

Weyland thought about it more and more and it made sense; otherwise, two mere children wouldn't warrant such a grand display.

He inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his face. He patted his chest and said, "No problem, Mr. Alvin. It's just taking care of children, right? Our Tanggu Company owns renowned elite schools. I can put in a good word for them."

"No, you didn't understand me, Weyland."

Alvin picked up a glass of iced Americano, took a sip, then put it down, his tone suddenly turning serious. "Listen carefully, Weyland, I want you to choose a planet in an uninhabited region specifically for these two children, and establish an ecosystem and a school there."

Upon hearing this, Weyland paused for a few seconds, then hesitated before saying, "Excuse my bluntness, Mr. Alvin, isn't this a huge waste of resources?"

"A waste of resources? No, believe me, Weyland." Alvin's gaze held a strange hint of pity. "This is the best way to handle it, and everyone who comes into contact with these two children should be replaced with custom-made Bioroid."

Even if he's an illegitimate child, this is still going too far!

Weyland was dumbfounded. He had specially designed an ecosystem and searched for suitable uninhabited planets to establish academies and societies.

Even if "Yutani" is a colossal corporation, it can't withstand this kind of disruption, can it?

But soon, Weyland sensed something was amiss. He suddenly saw a hidden fear and pity in Alvin's eyes, and his heart sank to the bottom. He swallowed hard and asked, "Mr. Alvin, may I ask if I may? Are these two children special?"

He's capable of running the Tanggu Company, so he's certainly not a fool.

From Alvin's few words and the various seemingly outrageous "demands" he made, subtle clues were detected.

This pleased Alvin; he liked intelligent people like this.

"It's nothing, it's just that if they get too emotional, or think there's danger," Alvin said, then suddenly mouthed "Boom!": "It can instantly turn a planet into fireworks!"

"Mr. Alvin, are you sure you're not joking?"

Weyland's eyelids twitched violently, and for a moment, he thought the other person was joking.

However, just as he was beginning to have doubts, Alvin took out a recording tablet and showed him what had happened on that planet not long ago.

Watching the video, with its horrific, catastrophe-like scenes, Weyland's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

In an instant, cold sweat soaked his back, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Ah, Mr. Alvin, I..."

"It's alright, just be careful."

Alvin didn't give him a chance to refuse, and slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm entrusting these two to you. The daily lessons must not be changed in any way. I believe you can do it, Weyland."

As he spoke, he tossed a thick stack of documents to Weyland.

This thick book was specially compiled by him, referencing the Ecclesiarchy!

It must be said that although the Ecclesiarchy is "deeply sinful," in this respect, what others have done is beyond reproach and still has some value for reference.

Weyland stared blankly for a few moments; the so-called course seemed quite different from what he had imagined.

Besides normal care, love, and education, the most important thing is that two hours must be set aside every day in a specially built church to pray to the statues known as "Emperor" and "Holy Son".

As for this so-called "Holy Son," it wasn't hard for Weyland to understand; he looked just like Alvin.

But what exactly is this "Emperor"?

A completely bewildered Weyland once again posed the crucial question, "Excuse my bluntness, Mr. Alvin, are you really going to carry out this so-called prayer, and the complicated religious rituals described within it?"

"If you don't want to be blown to bits, you'd better listen to me." Alvin smiled "kindly." "Believe me, this is the only ritual that can stabilize, control, and prevent them from being affected. If you miss even one, even if you hide at the edge of the galaxy, they can still scatter your ashes."

Weyland lowered his head in anguish, feeling as if his high blood pressure was about to flare up.

He's quite old, has spent half his life believing in science, and now he's turned around and embraced "theology"!

He was wrong, he was wrong!

Weyland's lips twitched. He shouldn't have agreed!

This isn't taking care of children; it's clearly taking care of two moving humanoid nuclear bombs!

Oh no, in a sense, the deterrent power of these two kids is hundreds or even thousands of times greater than that of a nuclear bomb!

As usual, I'll add an extra chapter around 7 PM to express my apology. I'm serious about it; I heard someone wants to put me inside Macrocannon and shoot me?