Chapter 94: The Development of a Genius Boy! My Little Frankenstein Brother!
The giant question mark on Edward's face lasted for about three seconds before being washed away by an intense wave of sleepiness.
Whatever.
It was pretty weird for the neighbor's kid to be up in the middle of the night, playing Benjamin Franklin's kite experiment on the roof during a thunderstorm.
But no matter how weird, it couldn't compare to the thrill of having just intensely battled a witch, and then being kissed by twin sisters in succession.
The mental exhaustion surged back like a tide. Edward let out a huge yawn, closed the bathroom window, and shut out the crazy scene of the storm outside.
All he wanted to do now was sleep; if the sky fell, it would have to wait until he woke up.
Dragging his heavy steps back to the bedroom, Edward collapsed into the soft bed, almost instantly falling back into deep sleep...
The next morning, Edward was awakened by the aroma of coffee and the sizzling sound of frying bacon from the kitchen.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled shadows in the room; last night's storm seemed like just a dream, and now it was clear and sunny outside, the air so fresh it was invigorating.
He stretched, feeling all his bones crack with a satisfying pop. All the fatigue from last night was gone, and he felt completely refreshed.
"Good morning, Edward." At the dining table, his father, John Connor, was holding a newspaper and greeted him without looking up.
"Morning, Dad." Edward pulled out a chair and sat down; his mother, Sarah, had already placed a generous breakfast in front of him—perfectly fried sunny-side-up eggs, crispy bacon, and a glass of cold orange juice.
"Eat up, the school bus will be here soon." Sarah gently reminded him, then looked at the other three little ones in the house, "Emma, Esther, Lily, same for you, don't dawdle."
"Got it, Mom." The three little girls replied in unison, their voices sweet and obedient.
Edward drank his juice, subtly observing his three "sisters."
However, the moment John and Sarah turned to the kitchen to clean up, Lily looked up and met Edward's gaze.
The innocent smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by absolute indifference and obedience; there was no emotional fluctuation in her beautiful eyes, as if she were a precise machine.
She nodded slightly, as if saluting her "master."
Edward returned a calm look, but couldn't help but inwardly grumble: With that speed of switching expressions, it's a waste she's not in Hollywood.
"We're leaving!" John and Sarah, having changed, said goodbye to the kids at the entrance.
"Be careful out there." Edward waved.
"Bye, Daddy and Mommy!" The three little girls also sweetly called out.
The moment the door closed, the atmosphere in the dining room instantly changed.
Lily put down her fork, sitting rigidly with a cold expression.
Emma's movements also paused, a faint smirk curving at the corner of her mouth.
Esther, on the other hand, sighed, revealing a somewhat helpless, adult expression.
"Alright, the performance is over." Edward stood up, "You guys, finish eating and get ready for school."
After sending these three troublesome little ones onto the yellow school bus and watching it slowly drive away around the corner, Edward finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The daily morning charade of playing normal family was also a test for him.
He was about to turn and go home to grab his backpack for school when the corner of his eye caught the neighbor's door opening.
Victor came out, carrying a large backpack disproportionate to his small frame.
The little boy's face was somewhat pale, with faint dark circles under his eyes, looking seriously sleep-deprived.
His walking posture was also a bit stiff, as if all his muscles were tense.
"Hi, Victor, good morning." Edward greeted him casually.
Victor seemed startled, his body jerking sharply, and only relaxed after seeing it was Edward; he forced a smile: "G... good morning, Edward."
"Did you sleep well last night? That thunder was crazy loud." Edward asked, feigning casualness.
Victor's gaze clearly flickered; he lowered his head and kicked at a pebble on the ground: "It... it was okay, I slept really soundly and didn't hear anything."
Lying. Edward made a judgment.
However, he didn't call him out, just smiled: "That's good. Better catch the school bus, or you'll be late."
After speaking, he turned and went back into the house, grabbed his stuff, and also headed toward school.
Along the way, Edward's mind kept replaying the scene he'd witnessed last night, as well as Victor's guilty and exhausted appearance today.
Without a doubt, that little guy definitely succeeded last night.
He successfully... resurrected his dog, Sparky.
This idea sounded utterly insane, but for Edward, who'd seen demons, ghosts, succubi, and various supernatural forces, scientific miracles were also within his realm of acceptance.
What's more, this wasn't just science; this was practically mad science.
Harnessing the power of nature, channeling lightning from the heavens to breathe life back into the dead...
The corners of Edward's mouth unconsciously turned upward.
This was way more advanced than any defibrillator.
At school, the entire campus was buzzing about last night's thunderstorm.
"Hey, did you guys hear? Last night's lightning struck the town's power substation directly, and our whole neighborhood was out of power for almost an hour!"
"I heard my dad say that the lightning was like a waterfall falling from the sky, insanely bright!"
"Really? No wonder my lights kept flickering; I thought it was a ghost."
In the classroom, Frank was excitedly sharing the gossip he'd gathered with his classmates.
Edward walked into the classroom, paying no attention to these discussions.
He walked straight to his seat, threw his backpack into the desk, and then laid his head down, preparing to catch up on sleep.
These ordinary people only saw the power outage and the terrifying lightning, but only he knew that the core of that thunderstorm, the most violent energy, had actually been concentrated on his next-door neighbor's roof.
That kid Victor not only succeeded but also caused such a huge commotion.
True genius.
Edward spent the entire morning half-asleep.
He already knew the knowledge the teacher was lecturing on at the podium.
His brain was rapidly working, contemplating another, more important matter.
He possessed many powerful tools and abilities: Ebony and Ivory were indestructible weapons, and various talismans and spells could deal with different enemies.
However, most of these things originated from the system or the supernatural side.
On the technology side... he needed a partner, a "tech expert" who could understand modern science and possessed extraordinary practical skills and creativity.
Someone who could analyze the energy composition of his magical tools and try to replicate or enhance them scientifically.
Someone who could utilize the "special materials" he provided to create even more incredible weapons and equipment for him.
And Victor Frankenstein... that name itself represented the pinnacle of science and madness.
This ten-year-old boy built a device that could draw down lightning from the sky and resurrect dead things, using scrap metal and household appliances he found in his backyard.
This kind of talent, this kind of creativity, was simply the perfect candidate for him!
A bold plan gradually formed in Edward's mind.
He wanted to recruit this future mad scientist and make him his "Q."
"RIIING—"
The dismissal bell finally rang, and Edward sprang from his seat immediately, full of energy, a stark contrast to his drowsy appearance during class.
Instead of going straight home as usual, he went to the fence by his house, leaning against it casually, hands in his pockets, his gaze directed toward the street corner.
He was waiting.
Waiting for that thin figure with the oversized backpack to appear.
Sure enough, not long after, Victor appeared at the corner.
He still looked dejected, slowly shuffling toward home.
Edward watched him, a knowing smile appearing on his face.
Time to meet his future chief weapons developer.
He straightened up, adjusted his collar, and strode directly toward Victor.
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