A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 725

Chapter 725: Chapter 531: Professor_2 Chapter 725: Chapter 531: Professor_2 If the first few attempts don't work, overwhelm the issue with sheer persistence. As long as I try enough times, I should eventually activate that miraculous power, and see into Shirley's past. If I can directly investigate her past, then whatever she's experienced won't be an issue anymore.

Still, my rabbit is quite reliable.

And until today – when “luck” finally came knocking.

The die has been cast, the number has been deemed satisfactory, and Duanmu Huai finally glimpsed the past events of the Sleeping Girl.

But……
“I really don't know what to say about this.”

As he watched Shirley in front of him, Duanmu Huai was speechless. He had seen a similar emotion in Ann and Greiya, but unlike them, the girl in front of him possessed a profound sense of sorrow and distress.

This girl… loves Mary.

It started when they were young, with Mary always protecting her. Perhaps that's why the girl developed such deep affection for Mary. On the surface, she took care of Mary more than anyone else, but in reality, Mary was her sole emotional support.

Unconsciously, she began to fear – fear of losing her closest friend.

Of course, from Duanmu Huai's perspective, such fear… well, it's quite reasonable.

Duanmu Huai remembers, when he first met Mary. To save a drowning kitten, Mary didn't hesitate to jump into a cold and polluted river. If he hadn't intervened, Mary might have been swept away. In fact, Mary has done things like this many times – courageous, proactive, and unwaveringly resolute.

All of these are positive traits.

But for those around her, it's not the same story.

What Shirley fears is this
Maybe one day, for something similar, Mary would drown in a river. Or perhaps, she would interfere in someone else's business and be kidnapped or even killed. After all, it's her nature, and no matter what Shirley says, she wouldn't listen.

This is similar to the rapport between Ann and Greiya, but also quite distinct.

Even though Ann also likes to stir things up, Greiya isn't too worried about her. On one hand, Ann's very capable, while on the other, Greiya herself is powerful. Even if Ann encounters any danger, Greiya would actively step forward to help.

But clearly, Shirley doesn't possess such abilities, and neither does Mary have the combat skills like Ann does. Mary is just an ordinary girl. So, if she encounters any danger, then… the consequences would be unthinkable.

How do I put it… let's just say women are more sentimental than men. If Duanmu Huai had faced this, he would chalk it up as fate. After all, some people obsess over their health for 30 years only to die by a flower pot falling from the sky. It's pointless to worry about these minor details too much.

But obviously, Shirley doesn't think the same way.

So, she made a pact, to stop worrying about the future days to come…

Women… are truly hard to understand.

Duanmu Huai shook his head. Perhaps Lorena or Ann would understand?

Maybe?

I obviously don't understand.

But that's not important.

What's crucial is that through this exploration, Duanmu Huai has finally discovered the real mastermind.

Royal Academy, The First Professor's Office.

“Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…”

In a quiet room filled with smoke, only the ticking of the clock can be heard. A man in a black coat, with white hair and a careworn face, sits on a chair, puffing on a pipe in silence. After an unknown amount of time, the old man slowly turns his head to look at the door.

“I didn't expect that I'd have any visitors.”

“Hello, professor.”

Duanmu Huai stood at the door, observing the old man indifferently.

“Honestly, I didn't expect my initial deductions to be correct.”

“Oh?”

“Where did Charlotte Bronte get wind of Professor Capek's study? And why were the initial victims all students from Masters College? I suspected the teachers of the college from the beginning, and it seems I wasn't wrong.”

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai squinted his eyes, and a chilling aura filled with dread and murderous intent emerged.

“Isn't that right, master of Silver Dusk Cottage, Professor James Moriarty?”

“Heh heh heh……”
At Duanmu Huai's question, the old man chuckled.

“Where did you get that information?”

“From Miss Charlotte.”

“That's surprising. If I remember correctly, Miss Charlotte Bronte is still unconscious, isn't she?”

“That's true, but I have my ways.”

Duanmu Huai stared at the old man in front of him and spoke coldly.

“You noticed Miss Charlotte's distress and led her to Professor Capek's study… Everything was orchestrated by you behind the scenes. I'm just curious, why would you do such a thing?”

“Heh heh……”
Facing Duanmu Huai's inquiry, the old man looked up and gazed out the window.

“I once opened the Tartar Gate, a long time ago. There, I encountered a being that existed in this world long before human civilization. Hence, I decided to offer my body to him, to the final Dark King who ruled the world before humans, The Ancient Dominator.”

“………”
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Huai raised an eyebrow. The old man continued.

“But there's more to what I want to do, I opened the gate for an experiment — who would emerge victorious, humans or the Ancient Dominator? Can humans triumph over the Ancient Dominator? Or do we deserve the inheritance left to us by that grand entity, to rule the world? Or will the great one eventually return to reunite the world with him?”

“Such a dull game.”

Duanmu Huai scoffed.

“That's the reason behind your collaboration with the Evil God and your intention to create chaos in the world? Humans already have enough troubles, we don't need to add some dull pranks to the list.”

“But it's a grand, magnificent, radiant prank full of countless thoughts, desires, and lives, isn't it?”

“In the end, it's still just a prank.”

Duanmu Huai gripped his walking stick, raised an eyebrow and stared coldly at the old man, emotionless.

“Heh heh heh, it's a shame you're a step late, they've already reached Antarctica, who will open the door in the end……”
But the old man didn't finish his sentence.

For at that moment, Duanmu Huai raised his right hand, his cane abruptly extending. It looped around the old man's neck, hoisting him up from the desk and dragging him to his feet. Duanmu Huai then lifted his leg, stomping down onto the old man's face!

“Pfui!”

With a soft crack, the old man's head splintered like a watermelon. His body convulsed momentarily before it crumbled and shattered like porcelain, disappearing into the air.

“Such foolishness.”

Duanmu Huai coldly observed the crackling, wind-weathered remnants at his feet, his face expressing disdain.

Life as a human is already difficult enough, why are there always imbeciles dragging their own race down?

But at least the source of all these problems had been dealt with. The next battlefield is… Antarctica.

Chapter end

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