How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 272
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How to Live Immortally Episode 272
272 It’s bad taste
The man who had been laughing wickedly lowered his voice. Even though he knew that the soundproof room was so quiet that there was no way his words would get out.
First, his humorous gestures had the power to naturally draw the listener’s attention.
“Shouldn’t someone be the swordsman?”
Neither positive nor negative. They have formed a common front to pursue their own interests. It is highly unlikely that they will reveal their true feelings.
The man who hit that blind spot right in the eye added:
“Let’s clear one obstacle before we go. I have some interesting information. Listen carefully.”
Joy forms on the twisted corners of the lips.
“It will suit your taste.”
* * *
Paulo Gen had an inferiority complex since he was young. His father was a severe alcoholic, his mother left home. He grew up in a picture-perfect family and had a difficult school life.
Since nothing was perfect, the desire for upward mobility grew day by day.
He was not without a talent for studying, and rose to the position of professor at Isabella Public University, but the miracle given to Beomjae ended there.
Before long, Paulo was reduced to just another one of the lesser doctors.
In the first place, it was natural that he chose materials engineering as his major because the competition rate was low.
However, for a scholar, having his fountain of creativity dry up was like a curse.
Humanity has moved beyond the 100-year lifespan and entered the 200-year lifespan.
Paulo, still in his fifties, had passion and energy, but the academic world did not recognize him.
To escape his predestined backroom status, Paulo expanded his influence. He acted like a good man, donated to charity, and tried to get closer to his students.
-Everything is for the sake of intercepting the fruit.
It was a rational choice. If you don’t have the talent to create something, why not just steal it?
The moment the paper he had stolen from his student gained recognition from others, Paulo felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
And then I realized.
For those without talent, there is a path that only those without talent can follow.
That’s why Paulo was so obsessed with ‘Harvest’.
His rise to fame was rapid as he became a promising scholar and entered the mainstream of academia.
So this year I’m seventy-one.
He became a full-fledged lion who had achieved everything he wanted to achieve, but his greed showed no sign of cooling down.
It was then that one of the disciples caught my eye.
The theory she advocated inspired Paulo.
I want to have it.
That single-mindedness became an obsession. As usual, it was an extension of that that he went into the scheme to take it away. While investigating to find a weakness, Paulo discovered something so surprising that he couldn’t help but use it.
That’s right―
“Your grandfather is a member of the Miyauchi-gumi? You’ve managed to keep it a secret well until now.”
“I don’t think that’s a disqualification. Everyone is given equal opportunities to learn.”
A strong-minded disciple rarely backs down from his convictions, either publicly or privately.
But Paulo is a veteran.
There was no way I didn’t know what she was most afraid of.
“Even if it was obtained through the blood and tears of others? I wonder what the victims of your grandfather think. Of course, as a scholar.”
“… … My grandfather is not that kind of person.”
“I don’t know that. Neither you nor I.”
He said that he lost his parents at an early age and was raised by his grandfather.
Paulo, who shook his disciple’s sore spot, did not hide his vulgar and mean nature.
“Perhaps a subversive element like you came to Isabella Public University for some mission. After all, the most advanced knowledge of human civilization is gathered here.”
“That can’t be true!”
He had a spirited and honest personality. Paulo was not unaware of how serious his disciple was about his studies, but in the end, he even found such tendencies unpleasant.
A solid family background and early achievements. Each and every element that constitutes a disciple fueled his inferiority complex.
“Why? Are you trying to persecute me in the name of the Miyauchi-gumi? Your eyes towards your advisor are extremely impure. Still, I tried to include you as a co-author because of the bond between the teacher and the student, but it didn’t work out.”
“Not the first author, but a co-author? That’s a paper I wrote, right? Then why are you taking it?”
“Who cares when you’re from the same lab? You’re a freshman in grad school.”
Paulo put his hand on his disciple’s shoulder and smiled bitterly.
“In contrast, I have a lot of friends.”
* * *
―This was an incident that happened to Sari Hoshiai, who was working as a teaching assistant in the Department of Chemical Engineering and Materials Engineering.
“… … that my thesis was stolen.”
“Yes. Without that, I wouldn’t be able to get hired as an assistant professor, and I would have to stand still for a few more years.”
Sari, who was lying on the bench, expressed despair with her whole body. Unlike her grandfather Nobita, she was small in stature. Her face was cute, just like a squirrel.
but-
“Now that it’s come to this, I’m going to take revenge by any means necessary. Whether it’s calling a reporter, going to the media, or reporting to the academic community! In this day and age, how dare you take someone else’s work and get away with it!”
As expected of Nobita’s granddaughter, she was very bold.
“Did you record the situation at the time?”
“I did. I don’t know if that would work in court, but I heard they’re all friendly with each other.”
Naturally, the number of pieces of evidence that had to be collected to make the judge understand changed. Since academia is mysterious, the contribution ratio would repeatedly rise and fall depending on the word.
“You’re being so brave. No, you’re being so brave because you commit such things so frequently. I can see why you left it to me.”
Nobita probably figured out the situation a long time ago. However, the reason he put so much effort into choosing the person was probably because the grandfather’s love for his granddaughter could easily be interpreted as the intervention of the Four Great Dark Powers.
Paulo could have falsely confessed that Nobita had tried to steal the professor’s thesis in order to help Sari’s academic achievements.
It is a self-evident fact that if it becomes a battle of public opinion, Miyauchi-gumi will also be subject to concentrated fire.
Maybe Paulo was just waiting for Nobita to stab him.
Then, you will be able to confidently steal Sari’s thesis.
For a guy who only talks, an iron fist is the answer, but that alone is not enough to solve the problem.
That’s just a way to relieve Nobita’s anger, not a solution for Sari’s return.
No matter how unfair it was, if you were to become a whistleblower, you would inevitably be expelled from the academic world. As a student who stabbed his teacher, your title would only be infamous.
Paulo, wickedly, would have aimed for that point.
Even Sari seemed to have a rough idea of the process and just hesitated.
“… …Can I get my thesis back?”
“It may seem like you’ve been caught by a wild beast, but not to me. I’ve caught guys like that before.”
Compared to him, Paulo was a loser, nothing more, nothing less.
“There will be good news. Until then, act like you always did.”
“all right.”
* * *
It’s no exaggeration to say that Gaon’s specialty was revenge. He was well-versed in the ways of screwing over others. When it came to physical means, there was no one on earth more capable of dealing with the problem.
But unfortunately, this time it seemed like we had to go back a bit.
Didn’t Nobita say that?
If you solve it satisfactorily, you will be motivated.
‘I’m satisfied.’
It was an extremely subjective concept. That means that even if the problem is solved, there will be differences in compensation.
So what would be the highest point? It goes without saying.
The granddaughter, Sari, contacts Nobita first and handles the matter so neatly that she thanks him for his efforts.
In other words, it was about how Sarye accepted Paulo’s downfall. From her perspective, it would be most satisfying for him to be socially buried.
Luckily, the pieces to make it happen were not far away.
One of the greatest minds of our time, born at Isabella University, who received eight degrees at a young age.
Yeah, her name is Noah Lee―
“… … I guess that’s what happened when I first met him and he started showering me with compliments. Well, Professor Paulo is far from being a person with brilliant ideas, unlike his published papers in the academic world.”
Noah, who was working alone in the lab as usual, suddenly filled a beaker with coffee to serve to a guest.
Gaon, who was taking a sip, muttered cautiously.
“I thought only Cafe Velvet could make coffee like this… … .”
“What did you say?”
“No, nothing.”
Gaon, who had been watering a nearby flower pot without Noah’s knowledge, listened to her continued words.
“But I never dreamed that he would remain in academia while stealing his disciple’s thesis. He really is an apostle among apostles.”
Noah, his disgust evident on his face, looked through the academic database for a paper that Paulo had recently submitted.
“Semi-permanent property changes due to Fe444 active additives… …. Indeed, Professor Paulo is worthy of his desire.”
“What kind of paper is it?”
“Did you know that at the nanometer scale, the properties of matter itself begin to change?”
“……okay?”
It was the first time I heard that.
“This is where the so-called quantum mechanics begins. Since we can now practically observe the structure of DNA, it could be said that genetic engineering is a branch of it. It’s not for nothing that the human body is called a microcosm.”
Even after that, a lot of incomprehensible technical terms kept coming out, but Gaon let it be. He didn’t want to spoil the excitement of Noah, who was explaining things so brightly.
But such consideration did not always pay off.
Noah looked down at me with a “Hot” exclamation as if he had just woken up from a midsummer night’s dream, and his cheeks blushed indescribably.
Sometimes it’s more embarrassing to realize something yourself than to have someone point it out.
“… … You saw it all, right?”
“It looked like so much fun. I couldn’t bring myself to stop.”
“It’s bad taste.”
Noah kicked Gaon in the shin to punish him for being angry, and then changed the subject as if nothing had happened.
“Anyway, this paper delves deeply into the manufacturing process. If my prediction is correct, the strength of the hexagon dice can be increased by about two times.”
Immortal, indestructible, and unchanging.
Hexagon Dice, an alien alloy with no gaps between molecules.
“Double that?”
“But it’s not really innovative since it consumes about three times as many hex dice as usual.”
“As you said, the yield won’t be high.”
“It’s not easy to mass-produce either. But there are so many areas where it can be applied. For example, if it’s refined for military purposes, the Mars Defense Forces will be interested. This is truly a paper that will make money.”
Gaon quietly supplemented the plan after Noah’s assessment that the level of completion was higher than expected.
“Speaking directly to the Dean of Chemical Engineering might be one way.”
“Probably not.”
But Noah’s answer was very cold.
“Why?”