"Father of Science, Fujiwara Hirotetsu."
Nakajima Tomoya's voice unconsciously slowed, turning grave. "He's still alive."
Everyone except Fang Cheng was shocked.
After all, that name carried enormous weight among the people of Area 11. It was practically legendary.
Starting in elementary school, they had to write short essays about Fujiwara Hirotetsu. In middle school, they studied his achievements. In high school, they learned the formulas he had invented.
At university, they even studied his experiments. After graduating, they might join a company or project he had founded.
The fact that such a legendary figure was still alive was like seeing Einstein climb out of his coffin in the West.
Hasegawa Kohei blurted out, "How is that possible? If Fujiwara Hirotetsu is still alive, wouldn't he be over a hundred years old by now?"
Fujiwara Hirotetsu had died of an illness thirty-five years ago, at the age of ninety-seven.
If he were still alive, he would be at least one hundred and thirty-two.
"When I first found out, I was shocked too."
Nakajima Tomoya sighed. "But in a world where even gods exist, what's so strange about him living past a hundred?"
There was no arguing with that.
In a world teeming with mysterious powers, as the Father of Science in Area 11, Fujiwara Hirotetsu surely had countless ways to prolong his life, if he wanted to.
The authorities had always claimed that he had passed away. They even held memorial events and holidays in his honor every year.
If he suddenly turned out to be alive, then all those memorial events that had gone on for over thirty years would have been for nothing.
Fang Cheng asked, "How did you find out about something this secret?"
"There's no way someone at my level could know. But an old comrade of