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At first, when he opened his eyes, he didn't know where he was or what had happened. He felt a sharp headache and a bit dizzy. He barely realized he was on a bed with several machines attached to his body.

"I... Where... am I?"

"I see you've regained consciousness; that's a good sign," said a monotone voice.

He turned to his left to see a woman with an expressionless face. She wore a neat lab coat, high-tech oval glasses, dark hair pulled back in an elegant bun, and minimal makeup that gave her a rather professional appearance.

"Um... Professor Synapsis... Oh, what happened to me?" he stammered, trying to get up, but his head was spinning, and he fell back onto the bed.

“Don’t strain yourself for now, young Adams. The cognitive disorientation will pass in about 10 minutes.” The professor pressed a tiny button on her glasses, and they lit up like digital screens. “You suffered an accident during advanced chemistry class that left you **** for about three hours.” she added, approaching him to examine him.

His memories slowly returned to him: the experiment, the annoying girls, and the explosion. He put a hand to his head, trying to shake off the discomfort.

“Yes… I remember now, damn the explosion.”

“Yes, although Professor Elemental used her powers to counteract the chemicals resulting from the accident, you, being the closest, were completely enveloped. The other entities only felt a slight dizziness without further consequences.” The professor’s glasses had now transformed into high-tech microscopes as she examined him closely. “Don’t worry, I injected you with antibiotics to neutralize the toxins in your body. I don’t know the chemicals in the explosion, but the tests I’m running indicate that your body is responding quite well,” she added, pressing her glasses, which returned to normal.

Hearing that calm and serene voice calmed Arthur. Although the 30-year-old Ada Synapsis was as expressionless as a stone, he had always had a good relationship with her. Unlike his classmates, she greatly appreciated his intelligence and enormous effort. She had also given him extra classes to help him improve even further, something that earned him a deep respect for the professor.

Her gift of super intelligence, despite being a C-rank (the lowest), was put to good use, resulting in ten doctorates, over twenty patents to her name, and seven books. She was not only the university's lead professor but also taught robotics, biology, and ethics.

Even though she was young, she was very attractive, with measurements of 55-60-50. Her face still retained its youthful features, with full lips and brown eyes that conveyed a touch of innocence.

Her greatest flaw was her complete lack of emotional capacity; she preferred to be governed by pure logic, placing little value on feelings. This made her seem inhuman and cold, earning her the nickname Mrs. Robotics.

After a few minutes, Arthur's dizziness and headache subsided, and he was able to sit up in bed normally.

“I see your progress is positive, although I think you’ll need a few hours of sleep to fully recover.” Synapsis began typing something on her sophisticated computer at incredible speed.

“Yes, thank you very much, Professor. I owe you one,” the young man said, putting on his glasses.

His thanks didn’t even elicit a hint of emotion on her face; she continued typing as if nothing had happened.

“You don’t have to thank me, young Adams. It’s my duty to look after the health of everyone in this building. Although I do have a question. You don’t usually make these kinds of mistakes. What happened in the advanced chemistry class?” she asked, more out of scientific curiosity than concern.

“Mystic and Gaia… that’s what happened,” Arthur growled, clenching his fists.

Angrily, he told her how that pair had ruined his experiment and put his life at risk. The professor, true to her nickname, showed no change in her expression.

“I understand; it’s not the first time you’ve had these negative interactions.” She left the computer, focusing her attention on him. “But this is getting out of hand. Their abilities have caused more than one of them to develop disproportionate arrogance. That could be dangerous for their future if they aren’t corrected in time.”

“Oh no… there’s no need to reprimand them.”

Synapsis sighed softly.

“Are you worried that you’ll appear weaker if you talk to them and that it might intensify the bullying? You must understand, young Adams, that this goes beyond you. It’s dangerous for their attitude to continue; there’s a risk they could develop into terrible elements for society, and that’s unacceptable at Saint Valeria’s University.”

Arthur, now recovered, didn't protest her reasoning. The professor’s strong sense of ethics was well known, and deep down, she was right. It would be scandalous for such a prestigious university if one of its students became a villain or something like that.

He was standing without any problems and only felt a slight discomfort in his head. The professor disconnected the instruments but not before examining him one last time.

“You can go. I’ll take care of those students. Besides, your priority is to recover. Get some sleep, and if you notice anything strange or unusual, come back as soon as possible."

"Okay, and thanks again," said our protagonist, opening the door.

"I already told you no... forget it. Just rest, young Adams."

As soon as he reached his room, an overwhelming exhaustion gripped him. He was so tired that he didn't even have time to shower. He simply collapsed onto the bed like a bear in winter.

"Heavens... she's right... maybe I should... I should... get some sleep."