Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 378 Jim

Barrow was young and strong, and walked with great speed. He had even achieved excellent results in the school sports meet.

At this moment, he started chasing after him on foot, but he couldn't keep up with the homeless man pushing his bicycle.

This physique...

Can you really support yourself by delivering food?

Fortunately.

The homeless man was probably unfamiliar with the surrounding roads and, in his panic, ran into a dead end.

"stop!"

"Stop right there!"

Barrow cornered the other man in the alley. Shadows flickered under the dim streetlights. He grabbed the man's shoulder.

"Keep running, keep running..."

"Professor Jim!"

The homeless man turned around, and the familiar face made Barrow's heart pound. A chill ran from his tailbone to the back of his head, and his body shivered involuntarily.

It's a ghost!

How could Professor Jim, who has already passed away, appear in front of me?

"it's me."

Professor Jim, dressed as a homeless man, nodded slowly:

"Barrow, don't panic. I'm not dead. Someone just wanted me dead, so they had to stage an accident to cover it up."

"what!"

Barrow snapped back to reality, his mind buzzing, and subconsciously said:

"Is someone trying to harm you?"

"Then call the police right away! Arrest that person; Tracy hasn't been feeling well lately."

Trish is Professor Jim's daughter, a top student majoring in literature and history, and also the object of Barrow's secret crush.

"Call the police?"

Jim shook his head, his expression complex:

"The police can't handle them."

Listen up!

He grabbed Barrow's shoulder, his expression grave:

"Barrow, I need you to do something for me."

"hiss……"

Barrow felt as if his shoulder was being clamped by iron clamps, his flesh and bones aching, and he couldn't help but gasp.

What incredible strength!

How can Professor Jim, at his advanced age, still possess such terrifying power?

"Please tell me, please tell me, I will definitely help if I can."

"Remember the culture medium in the safe?"

"Remember?"

"Are you still there?"

"Here I am."

Barrow nodded:

"Professor Carl's research doesn't require those culture media, so they're just sitting there untouched."

"That's good." Hearing this, Jim breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his grip slightly.

"Could you help me take out reagent number seven from inside?"

?

Barrow paused, then spoke in a low voice:

"Professor, the items in the lab belong to the Bitmain Group, and no one except the person in charge is allowed to take them out."

"Even you and Professor Karl, if you want to take anything out of there, you have to report it to your superiors."

"I……"

"It simply won't pass security."

"Heh..." Jim chuckled softly upon hearing this.

"Barrow, you're still so obedient."

"You should ask around the school: which student hasn't taken anything from the lab, or brought anything they weren't supposed to into the lab?"

Barrow pursed his lips.

He was always careful and would never allow himself to do anything that did not comply with the rules, which gradually became a habit.

"professor."

Lowering his voice, Barrow said:

"I think if you encounter problems, you should go to the police. Hiding like this isn't a solution."

"Tracy is waiting for you to come back."

"Bang!"

Jim, his face contorted with rage, slammed his fist into the wall behind Barrow, leaving a fist-shaped dent in the hard concrete.

If it lands on you...

Barrow's eyes narrowed, his face filled with disbelief.

How could Professor Jim, who has always been frail and sickly and frequently takes leave, possess such terrifying power?

"Barrow, you're really useless. I used to have high hopes for you." Shaking his head, Jim suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on Barrow's throat.

"puff!"

"what!"

Barrow felt a sharp pain in his neck, then screamed and staggered back. He ran his hand over the spot where the pain had come from, finding his palm stained with blood. He was horrified.

"Professor, what did you do to me?"

"A little poison."

Jim sneered:

"Look at your blood, isn't it turning blue?"

"I'm giving you three days to bring me what's in the lab, or you'll be poisoned!"

As he watched the blood on his hands gradually turn blue, Barrow's face turned deathly pale and his body went cold.

"Don't even think about finding a doctor to detoxify you, it's useless," Jim grumbled.

"In this world, only I can cure this poison."

"Three days!"

His voice rose:

"I'm only giving you three days."

"Whoosh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Jim rushed towards the wall behind him, lightly touching the wall with his hands and feet. He leaped upwards like a nimble gecko and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Barrow stared blankly, feeling as if his values ​​of the past ten years were on the verge of collapse.

people,

How could someone achieve this level of skill?

That person...

Is it really Professor Jim?

He was just an ordinary college student who never imagined he would encounter something like this one day.

Barrow stumbled out of the alley, bicycle in a daze. The cold night wind blew, and he instinctively tightened his coat.

How could this happen?

in the dark.

Two figures landed deep in the alley. One of them sniffed and spoke in a muffled voice:

"That thing has been here before, and it has an unfamiliar smell."

"Jim..." another person said slowly, resting his chin on his hand.

"The shapeshifter on his body must be a special mutant that has been fused for so many years before awakening its extraordinary power."

"Find out who the other person is."

"Yes."

The figure flickered and disappeared.

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"Professor Carl!"

"Ruili!"

In a corner of the library, the two shook hands and sat down.

"I didn't expect Professor Carl to be interested in history as well." Ruili smiled and handed over several books:

"Looks like we'll have something in common from now on."

"While observing some biological evolution data, I discovered a peculiar change several hundred years ago, which seems to be related to the historical environment at that time." Carl took the book and casually flipped through it:

"So I wanted to find some history books from that period, and thanks to you, it would have been really hard to find these materials otherwise."

"During the chaotic era six hundred years ago, due to tectonic collisions, various regions underwent complex migration processes, making it indeed difficult to understand." Ruili nodded:

"Whether it's biology or history, it all seems to ultimately fall under the umbrella of geology."

Carl smiled without saying a word.

Six hundred years ago, this land was home to many kingdoms; now it has become a unified federal government.

The federation is composed of dozens of states, which in some cases act independently and are not subject to the jurisdiction of the federal government.

Looking at a world map, one can vaguely see traces of the ancient Eastern Kingdoms, but they have changed significantly.

Six hundred years ago?

He remembered that he had only left the Eastern Kingdom continent a few decades ago, yet so much time had passed here.

and,

Topography, history, environment...

Everything changed drastically; even the gods who had ruled this world for countless millennia were wiped out.

To know.

The gods of the Eastern Kingdom continent are no ordinary deities; each one can be traced back to ancient times.

The lowest level is sixth rank!

He is one level higher than him.

Such beings are almost impossible to kill, so what exactly happened back then?

"Six hundred years ago was also known as the Age of Gods. At that time, science and technology were just beginning to awaken, and the ignorant people who believed in gods began to suppress science, causing chaos."

Ruili said:

"In addition, the tectonic activity during that period led to a period of severe instability in the world situation."

"It wasn't until the Federation was established two hundred years ago that things truly stabilized."

Karl nodded and continued flipping through the book in his hands.

I don't know why, but there isn't much research on the history of six hundred years ago in this world. Perhaps it's because there's a lack of historical records from that time, so there are relatively few authentic books.

"Bang!"

suddenly.

A loud bang in the distance made the two of them look up at the same time.

"That's over there..."

Ruili suddenly stood up, her eyes revealing experience:

"Fire in the lab!"

(End of this chapter)