[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies":3,"chapter-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-193":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Kraft Anomalous Studies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283671,4467,"Chapter 193: The Issue of Education (End of Volume)","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-193",193,"\u003Cp>“I’m glad you’re willing to talk. I assure you, this conversation remains strictly between the two of us.” Kraft brewed hot tea, brought over a padded armchair, “Kup, could you step out for a moment? Don’t forget to close the door behind you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering taste, he added two spoons of honey to one cup and pushed it toward the other, “Relax. Whatever it is, it won’t affect our good relationship—I’ll only view it from a therapeutic standpoint.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted his expression, donning a gentle, non-dismissive smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t hard—just follow your inner feeling, and a natural smile would appear. Everything had progressed smoothly lately: the ether anesthesia demonstration was a great success, and riding that momentum, the Society had launched its first official achievement—the artificial pneumothorax procedure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Currently the best and most comprehensive audiobook app, integrating four speech synthesis engines, over 100 voice tones, and supporting offline playback—a true source-switching marvel.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His authority to draw funds was gradually expanded—he could now withdraw directly from Rivers University, the amounts so generous it was hard not to smile. At need, he could even request non-financial assistance and, at discretion, deploy physical means to resolve issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word “at discretion” warranted consideration, but Martin seemed to have recently received a promotion; surely, within the Westmin territory, discretion would favor the Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only remaining concern was Yin Feng—but now, unexpectedly, the situation had taken a turn. Perhaps the information she provided could aid the patient’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No rush. I have nothing urgent. Take your time.” Kraft sipped his tea, placed a plate of biscuits on the table, and stowed pending documents in the drawer, assuming the posture of afternoon tea, striving to ease the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, as the brightest new star in academia, his backlog was mountainous. After the public demonstration, letters flooded his residence that very night—not waiting until morning—with invitations from individuals and groups, and requests for internal-pathway medical treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letters could wait. It was rare for Yin Feng to come to him voluntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he didn’t think it would demand much effort. The girl had always seemed mature, sensible, and decisive; a little outside help would be enough to help her overcome her psychological shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft watched her with encouraging eyes, waiting for Yin Feng to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whatever it is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this setting, the girl remained tense, her ten fingers gripping the cup tightly, giving the illusion the cup’s rim might crack under pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Whatever it is.” Kraft replied solemnly, meeting her gaze with honesty. He gave it almost no thought—by his reckoning, nothing could be truly that serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His attitude emboldened Yin Feng. She studied his expression and found no trace of concealment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incessant whisperer in her mind seemed to read her thoughts; the information density instantly multiplied tenfold, as if shifting from an empty room into a packed hall, where countless murmurs repeated one message in unison:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Leave!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, Yin Feng refused inwardly. She was certain this wasn’t her own thought. She longed for something beyond reason to seize control of her fate—but if it sought to override her will, it contradicted her very purpose. She would never submit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blew gently on the rising steam, sipped the tea, moistened her throat, steadied herself, and spoke her first sentence, voice slightly trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Bramer is dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He got what he deserved.” Kraft relaxed. If Yin Feng’s issue was merely guilt over Bramer’s death, that was easily resolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You probably don’t know yet—Bramer was the mastermind behind all this. He directly caused over ten deaths and several disappearances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter how he died, it was too good for him. If there’s a hell, his soul deserves to be roasted in the deepest cauldron until the world ends—and even then, it wouldn’t atone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you truly believe that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without doubt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s good.” Yin Feng’s expression hardened. She sat upright and placed the teacup squarely on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I killed him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not a big deal… ah?” Kraft had been about to affirm her action as justified, but his mind, still processing, briefly froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were clear enough individually, yet together they felt like a mishearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I killed Professor Bramer.” Seeing he still didn’t grasp it, Yin Feng kindly repeated it, adding the full name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation had clearly taken an unexpected turn. The professor analyzed the sentence for grammatical ambiguity, homophones, homonyms—and ultimately confirmed he’d understood correctly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This might explain why the usually mature Yin Feng had hesitated to confide in him from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few would choose this moment—right after a guardian and teacher returned from a trip, weary and dusty—to announce they’d committed something shocking, adding stress to their heart and mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he clung to a final hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If your actions merely indirectly led to Bramer’s death, there’s no need for guilt. In that situation, his death was inevitable—perhaps it even spared him further suffering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the conduit for the mycelial invasion, the ritualist would be the first to rot, consumed by fungal proliferation. Worse still, based on the missionary he’d seen, consciousness remained intact throughout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I killed him. With this.” Yin Feng pulled a dagger from her skirt, holding its leather sheath out to Kraft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though greatly altered, its shape was unmistakable—the blade from the southern hills, once nearly killed every Liushouzhe , now polished to a cold, lethal gleam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized every second of hesitation was a denial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bramer—he deserved to die.” Kraft took the dagger, drew a sliver of the blade. The sheath carried a faint metallic tang, as if from an amateur’s incomplete cleaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons that had seen blood only once were rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began wondering: had his initial impression been flawed, or had he simply overlooked something, creating this now intractable problem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, Yin Feng had acted correctly. If Kraft had been there, he’d have done worse—doused the corpse in two more cans of oil. But this was no act a normal peer could commit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He toyed with the dagger a moment, then decided to return it. Whether she held the blade wasn’t the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re brave. But I don’t want you putting yourself in danger.” Kraft settled the nature of this incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He foresaw managing an entire Society—complex personnel. But his only two salaried subordinates were now showing signs of slipping from his control, and that feeling grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kup sought to emulate the most direct path—earning glory on the battlefield; Yin Feng’s goal should have been to follow him quietly, studying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t even been a year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to help you.” She lifted her head, meeting his gaze openly—the man who had spent months trying to revive a childhood that never existed. She took back the dagger and sheathed it at her waist. “Like Kup does.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m glad you think that way, but now isn’t the time.” The southern study tour was nearing its end—the center of the web, the origin of the black fluid incident. He would build momentum in Westmin, fully expand his influence, then find an entry point to proceed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Yin Feng had no place in that plan. She should remain safely within the secure zone, undergoing regular checkups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killing one Bramer proves nothing. It doesn’t mean you possess the strength of a properly trained professional. Besides…” Kraft intended to correct this misconception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cup on the table was pushed forward slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its capacity was small, yet after several sips, the tea still overflowed, the surface taut and swollen beyond the rim. The walls, like crumpled paper, were indented with faint fingermarks pressing into the silver floral engraving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can. At least let me try.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1268,"2026-06-20T02:15:55.761Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8396506fbdbf0c2162ad00630f0dfe9461b3a5e8e3addfc97156141f983f642a","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-194","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-192",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]