The Evolution of Genius: Every Night, I Get Smarter!-Chapter 92: Accident

Mentor Alfredo led me to his office, a space that felt surprisingly cozy despite the technology surrounding us.

The room had a simplistic design, with walls adorned in a soothing shade of pale blue.

He gestured towards a plush sofa and said, "Please, have a seat, Max. Make yourself comfortable."

As I settled onto the sofa, it was a comfortable, modern piece in a deep shade of navy, contrasting elegantly with the clean, white desk nearby.

Alfredo walked over to a nearby table and picked up a yellow Nyctallum with Metalofluid.

"Now, Max, I’d like to check your SL. Would you be willing to participate?"

"Sure, go ahead."

I consented, and he carefully positioned the Nyctallum above my head.

The Nyctallum started to work with my brain by making a soft hum. I felt a link, an exchange of information.

"Just relax, Max. This won’t take long."

I nodded.

Alfredo observed the process with a serene expression, interpreting the frequencies of the glow.

"Fascinating. Your synaptic layer is quite responsive."

As the Nyctallum completed its task, Alfredo carefully placed it back on the table.

"So, what did you find out?" I asked.

Mentor Alfredo smiled and said, "Your SL is around 150, Max. That’s well beyond the Coelus average of 99. Remarkable, I must say."

"150, cool. But why did you want to check it?"

Alfredo leaned back in his seat and said, "Your thoughts during the class were intriguing, Max. The fact that you already had a theory about vibrations before I mentioned them indicates a high level of comprehension. I just wanted to confirm who the Lord has chosen, and I must say, I’m not disappointed."

I stood up and said, "I understand, Mentor Alfredo. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go back home."

Alfredo nodded. "Of course, Max. Till next time."

Walking out of Alfredo’s office, I went to the bubble lifts. Once I got inside, I quickly made my way to the Nexus Tower and was back in Boston in no time.

I got out of the wardrobe and went into the living room, where my parents were watching TV.

My father noticed me and greeted me, "Hello! You’re back."

I asked, "Is Oliv home?"

"Yes, she should be. I didn’t see her going out," my father replied.

I followed up with, "And what about Alex?"

"He said he had a team meeting, so he needed to go," my father explained.

Afterwards, I decided to check on Oliv. I made my way to her room and gently opened the door.

She had her nose buried in her arithmetic homework, but as soon as she saw me, a smile spread across her face.

"Max!" she exclaimed, putting her work aside. As I approached, she stood up, closing the distance for a warm hug.

Then, with a soft whisper, she asked, "You’re not going tomorrow, right? Maybe we could go out somewhere."

"Hmmm... It could be dangerous outside, you know?"

A subtle shadow of sadness touched Oliv’s face when I reminded her of the risks.

Despite this, she remained optimistic. "But... nothing bad happened so far? No?"

Deciding to lighten the mood, I took a seat on the bed and leaned in, whispering softly into her ear, "You know what? I had to decline an offer to go for a drink with someone today."

Her expression changed—a mix of curiosity and disappointment. "Oh? Really?"

I nodded, adding, "Yeah. She was a good-looking woman too."

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Oliv’s expression shifted, revealing a mix of curiosity "Hmm, I see," she responded, and the atmosphere between us became slightly more intimate.

Oliv drew further and nearer till she settled on the bed, right beside me. As soon as she got on top of the bed, she slid one of her legs over my lap and crawled on top of me.

"Max! Come here quickly! I think something is happening!" My father suddenly yelled urgently from outside the room, shattering the moment.

I exchanged a glance with Oliv, a hint of disappointment in both our eyes.

She followed me as I made my way into the living room, where my parents were still watching TV—the news, to be exact.

I entered the living room, glancing at the TV. The scene displayed a man running out onto the pavement from his house, wielding a semi-automatic rifle.

The images were blurred, but it was distressingly clear that the man began indiscriminately shooting in all directions—towards people taking a walk, children, and old people.

Momentarily, I could even see the blood splattering on the ground and the people collapsing.

The scene shifted, and I continued watching as the man was interrogated. He appeared visibly shaken, trembling as if he were cold.

When questioned about the horrifying incident, he responded with confusion and distress. He claimed he didn’t know what happened, insisting that he thought he was in a lucid dream.

He denied any intentional wrongdoing, expressing genuine remorse and confusion. His demeanor suggested an authentic lack of recollection, making the situation all the more unsettling.

Empathy from a murderer was a rare sight, but this man seemed genuinely sorry for actions he couldn’t even remember committing.

My father expressed his thoughts: "That man doesn’t seem like a murderer at all."

I responded, "You’re right. He is not the one in control. If the wrong individuals are manipulated, it will cause chaos..."

If someone controlled crucial transportation systems, such as trains or planes, it could lead to disasters causing the deaths of hundreds or even thousands. Or if someone tampered with power grids or even chemical facilities. I needed to consider all of those.

My mind raced with the implications of external control over critical systems, contemplating the potential for disastrous scenarios. Concerned about the safety of countless lives, I considered reaching out to the president if The Lord hadn’t already done so

In that moment, the doorbell rang, injecting a surge of tension into the air. Reacting swiftly, I retrieved a pistol from a biometric-secured compartment, preparing for the unexpected.

Descending the stairs, I peered through the door and observed a group of individuals with peculiar attire – colorful capes that seemed out of place. They were quite surely from Coelus.

I cautiously opened the door.

They asked, "Maximillian Sullivan, right?"

I affirmed, and they continued, "We are here because Lord has sent us. We are here to assist you with anything you may need."

I nodded in acknowledgment.

I then asked, "Alright, two things on my mind right now. First, what are your specializations?"

The man on the left with a blue cloak introduced himself, "I’m Leonard, specializing in Logistics and Economics."

The person next to him in a yellow cloak added, "And I am Scholar Goran, an expert in Physics and Engineering."

I acknowledged them, saying, "Okay, it’s nice to meet you guys. However, there are some crucial matters we need to address immediately. We must contact the President and have a conversation with some key figures. It’s a necessity at this moment."

Leonard suggested, "I think the simplest way would be to enter through the wardrobe in the White House. Anyone who does that is treated by the government as an important figure, so they should listen to us."

I quickly invited them into my house, leading the way upstairs, where my parents and Oliv looked at the newcomers with curiosity.

"They’re from Coelus," I explained. "They came to help me."

"I need to react quickly to what’s happening, or there will be nothing left of this world. So, I need to go talk to the President right now. When I come back, I’ll take you guys to the NeuralDream facility to check out what’s happening there and show you what I want to do." I looked at my mother, "Especially for you, Mom."

Then I turned to Oliv, "Sorry, I need to go again. I’ll be back, hopefully shortly."

Together with the Coelus representatives, Leonard and Scholar Goran, I entered the wardrobe, closing it behind us.

In an instant, we reappeared in Coelus. With a new setup on The Observer, we prepared to transport ourselves to the closet in the White House, and in a blink, we found ourselves within the heart of political power.

When we got to the White House grounds, we found ourselves lucky—the President was present.

It appeared he had some kind of alarm set up in the main room, as he swiftly entered through the door as soon as we materialized in the room with the wardrobes.

The President, Joe Biden, a man of medium height and build with graying hair and a calm demeanor, entered the room with a tired expression. He looked at us and asked, "What happened?" His voice was exhausted.

Sleepy Joe? This was the first time I had met him. I still couldn’t believe he ran for re-election and won.

I looked at President Biden with a serious expression and said, "It’s an international matter, President. We need to talk, and you need to react as soon as possible. Things will need to be done differently from now on."