Chapter 1201: Chapter 949: Preparation of the Apostle
Everyone, including the Apostle, was looking at the twenty whiteboards in front of them. Though it seemed like a lot, the problem-solving speed was faster because the formulas and runes used were very simple. The crowd quickly grasped the essence of the entire calculation process, and the approach to the solution was exceptionally clear. It could be said that, although simple, the research was extremely perfect!
"The most important thing," Zuo La said proudly, "is that they completed the work of two research groups simultaneously, even amid external disruptions and non-cooperation." Zemir was under his command, and he had discovered the sisters, Lily and Sasa. Naturally, as Zemir’s superior, he felt honored. Twice favoring them had resulted in such a victory, and his mood was exceptionally good!
Another Apostle next to him, who was the direct boss of the old researcher, was now red-faced and agitated, his veins pulsing on his forehead. If they could have achieved a sweeping victory, then whatever had happened before could have been completely ignored. But now, instead of a sweeping victory, they were outright humiliated!
"Let me see!" The Apostle strode over, starting from the first whiteboard and carefully checking each formula and rune application. But these formulas and runes were too simple, as straightforward as one plus one equals two, so there was no possibility of using them incorrectly! It was impossible to find faults in them! Lily and Sasa had used a much simpler method than the old researcher’s team to develop a more comprehensive project!
No wonder they dared to go out and have fun! No wonder they ignored others! If I had such an ability, I too wouldn’t care about anyone!
"So, what do you think?" Isrile asked.
"Good!" "Amazing!" "Simply perfect!" "Truly unexpected!"
There was no lack of praise around them.
Of course, there were some who scorned, "Isn’t this exploiting a loophole? Using no complex formulas, just ordinary ones, such a research topic is quite unusual."
Isrile did not argue, merely smiled. Although he said nothing, his expression seemed to mock the fools around him.
Finally, among the Apostles, an old man who appeared to be the eldest stood up. His appearance silenced everyone. Among all the Apostles, he held the highest position, was the oldest, and had the most knowledge. He usually didn’t speak, just quietly observed. But when he was ready to speak, no one else dared to make a sound.
"You all have done well," the elderly Apostle said. "Especially you two young ones, your intelligence has surprised me."
"Thank you."
Isrile and Ruosha immediately thanked him graciously, playing their parts well.
"I think you have performed excellently, and it’s time for you to receive the baptism and become true members among us," the old Apostle said.
"I don’t understand, what do you mean?" Isrile asked, tilting his head.
"My meaning is, you have the necessary qualifications to become peripheral Apostles," the old Apostle said.
"What!" the old researcher exclaimed, then immediately realized his impropriety. His eyes were filled with envy and jealousy. He had a distinguished reputation and made notable contributions in the core research institute but had never been mentioned for the position of a peripheral Apostle, yet these two girls had managed to do just enough scheming to get that opportunity?
In terms of contributions, loyalty, and faith, how could they surpass me!
The old researcher’s eyes were almost bulging out, but he dared not refute since this was a direct order from the old Apostle. Here, his word was absolute.
Isrile and Ruosha exchanged glances, perhaps this was what they truly wanted?
But Isrile shook her head and said with a pout, "Not interested, you see how unhappy that old man looks, you might as well give this opportunity to him. After all, it’s the same wherever we go, we don’t care about these so-called honors."
At these words, all the Apostles laughed. Such a statement was indeed childlike; on this planet, Apostles managed everything. And a prospective Apostle was only one level below an Apostle. If an Apostle could make a significant contribution, a prospective Apostle could be promoted to a full Apostle at any time!
And becoming a full Apostle essentially meant having the power to manage the planet!
How could this not provoke envy! Yet at this moment, these two girls were uninterested!
Children indeed remained children.
The elderly Apostle shook his head, smiling as he turned and left. The words he had spoken were commands, allowing no room for refusal.
The Apostles gradually left, leaving only a chilling silence behind.
"Hey, Master Zemir, is this Preparatory Apostle such an incredible position? Look at your faces, nearly scared to death," Isrile asked Zemir.
Zemir’s forehead was now covered in cold sweat. The old Apostle had already personally issued the command, and although they had not yet been baptized, these two young girls were undoubtedly Preparatory Apostles! That meant each word they spoke in his presence carried authority!
However... it didn’t seem much different, after all, since the words they had always spoken already carried authority.
"Being a Preparatory Apostle means you are eligible to become an Apostle; once you become an Apostle, it implies entering into a truly decisive circle. Every word you utter will be an absolute command, and most importantly, you will truly feel the power of the Star Devourers," Zemir said with a sense of awe.
Yes, Zemir now had no envy left in him. Being a Preparatory Apostle was just too far out of his reach; he could not even afford to envy it any longer.
"That strong? So I can issue any commands I want right now?" Ruosha quickly came up, excitedly asking.
"No, no, not yet. First, you need to undergo a baptism," Zemir said with a smile.
"Baptism? Like a bath?" Ruosha continued to feign ignorance.
"It’s a baptism," Zemir reiterated.
That old researcher looked ashen. A week ago, he had torn up Isrile and Ruosha’s supposed research achievements, loudly mocking their work as mere children’s doodles.
But now it appeared that his own research wasn’t even comparable to those ’children’s doodles’! Not only did he scramble to retrieve every shredded piece of paper, but he had watched helplessly as the two young girls performed a series of acts. Their performance not only made him lose the competition in his heart, but had also directly advanced them on the path to becoming Preparatory Apostles! Perhaps soon, when they reappeared, they would be the rulers here!
Thinking of facing these young girls’ commands, the old researcher felt his whole spirit was about to collapse.
"No! It’s not over yet!" the old researcher whispered. His voice was so low that no one nearby could hear it.
The events of the day had taken much time and everyone was tired, so the baptism would be held tomorrow. Everyone in the core research institute was discussing the day’s events involving the remarkable sisters, but the old researcher’s team didn’t join in the discussion, their interest lagging because he kept a gloomy expression, his thoughts unreadable.
Originally, Isrile and Ruosha’s research group was located right next to that old researcher, setup to facilitate easier collaboration. But now the empty space seemed even more glaring. Just a moment ago, Zemir had collected everything here with a smile. Naturally, this wouldn’t be significant except that Zemir, unfortunately, glanced at that old researcher, which darkened his expression even further.
This atmosphere began to infect those around them, and people stopped discussing the matter. After all, the old researcher was quite respected here, and seeing his current state, people didn’t dare to add fuel to the fire, so they started busying themselves with their own work.
Generally, there was no distinction between day and night here; the researchers’ most valuable asset was inspiration, which could strike at any time. If missed, it could mean missing out on a significant discovery. Therefore, although most researchers had their own homes, they mostly chose to stay in the institute—of course, Isrile and Ruosha were exceptions. No one hoped to change their perfect routine which was as regular as clockwork.
Today, the old researcher, who always regarded the research institute as his own home, left very early, claiming he was tired and needed a good rest. There was no strict rule here; everyone was motivated by their undying loyalty to the Star Devourers. So, no one stopped him from leaving.
Having returned to his residence, it wasn’t clear how long he had rested. The old researcher quietly left, and the direction he took led to Isrile and Ruosha’s residence. Those two girls’ residence was well-known, one of the few always lit in a shroud of darkness.
The old researcher arrived at their door and heard the sisters talking inside, but couldn’t make out what they were saying.
’What else could it be? Surely mocking me and their self-satisfaction!’ the old researcher thought. ’But soon, you won’t have the chance to mock me anymore!’
Bang!
The flimsy front door was kicked open. The old researcher stood at the entrance, clutching a short staff in his hand, his expression fierce as he faced the two girls.
At that moment, Isrile and Ruosha looked at him in surprise.
"Not only have you taken everything from me, but you also humiliate me like this! Now I will show you, never underestimate an adult!" (To be continued. If you like this work, your votes and monthly tickets on qidian.com are greatly appreciated. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
