Chapter 2745: Transmigrated into the Noble Academy as a Specially Admitted Student 30

Near the academy, there was a restaurant with an unassuming storefront.

The décor was outdated, the lighting dim, and few customers filled the shop, making it even more desolate.

In the innermost booth, the Mad Doctor, or rather, Dr. Harold, who was about to enter Asgard Academy as a specially appointed professor, faced the terminal screen before him, his gaunt fingers sliding across the virtual keyboard.

The screen was densely filled with various data, blurry surveillance screenshots and analysis reports, all without exception, all related to Jin Chen.

His face, distorted and gaunt from years of obsession with dangerous experiments, glowed with a near‑pathological frenzied red light, "Perfect… too perfect!"

"Eric, do you see this? Jin Chen's gene sequence is stable, his psychic power surging—I haven't seen such a top‑notch sample in ages, and he's even a specially admitted student with no background! This is practically the best vessel heaven has granted us!"

He jerked his head up, his cloudy eyes fixed on Eric sitting opposite: "If the gene‑swap surgery succeeds, you will be completely reborn!"

"By then, not to mention entering the military, even gaining the Premier's favor will be no difficulty; thanks to this breakthrough research, I too will go down in history!"

Eric's face, however, was grim; he irritably tapped his fingertips on the tabletop.

"Perhaps it was still possible before, but now Jin Chen has taken the gene‑repair serum—how can I still perform the surgery? What chance of success remains?"

Just thinking of the auction, where he was ignored like a clown by Ling Yao and Jin Chen, even rejected by the Sith, a fierce sense of humiliation burned his heart.

He cannot yet turn against them; he needs to take revenge on Ling Yao, on Jin Chen, and on everyone who looked down on him.

Eric turned his gaze back to the Mad Doctor, impatient: "Doctor, besides the gene surgery, is there any other way?"

"I will destroy Jin Chen! And Ling Yao… I will make the Ling family pay the price!"

What he did not say was that, facing those naturally noble young masters and misses at the academy, although jealous, he could still numb himself with class differences.

But Jin Chen is different; they share the same humble origins, yet why does Jin Chen earn the favor of someone like Ling Yao, receiving his protection and even affection?

How can Jin Chen live so brilliantly, making him seem like sludge in a gutter by comparison!

The Mad Doctor gave a low, hehe laugh, greedily scanning the screen again for Jin Chen's physical test data, psychic fluctuations, and other top‑secret info; his gaunt face bore a distorted smile.

"Don't rush, don't rush… I have secured covert support from Coleridge; soon I can enter the academy as a specially appointed professor. As long as I get a chance to approach Jin Chen and extract his latest gene sample, the surgery problem… will surely be solved."

His cloudy eyes shifted, a flash of malice: "As for seeking revenge on the Ling family… that requires a more meticulous plan; we must…"

The Mad Doctor's words cut off abruptly.

The restaurant fell eerily silent, a chilling quiet settling over it.

Eric's heart jumped; instinctively he turned back, seeing that the area where a few tables of customers had just been seated was now completely empty.

"What's going on!" Eric exclaimed in shock.

Almost simultaneously, he heard the Mad Doctor emit a short, frightened gasp.

Eric turned his head back, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Just moments ago, a man who had been several meters away, his back to them as he glanced at the menu, grabbed a fork from a nearby table and pressed its tip against the Mad Doctor's carotid artery.

"Let me hear too," Jin Chen said, tilting his head slightly; beneath his cap brim emerged calm, heart‑stopping black eyes. "What plan."

When did he come over!

Eric's mind went blank; he instinctively drew the electromagnetic gun hidden at his waist, the barrel trembling as it pointed at Jin Chen: "Release the doctor! Jin Chen, are you crazy!"

Jin Chen leaned leisurely against the edge of the table behind him, posture relaxed, only his eyes cold as icy stars.

With a flick of his wrist, the sharp edge of the silver fork sliced the Mad Doctor's neck, dark‑red beads of blood immediately seeping out.

"Madman," Jin Chen's gaze swept over the Mad Doctor's ashen face, his body rigid, "isn't he right here."

"Ugh!" the Mad Doctor felt the sting in his neck, a surge of desperate will to live exploding; he lunged backward without hesitation, his gaunt hand fumbling into his pocket and pulling out a peculiarly shaped pistol.

The Mad Doctor's face twisted as he pulled the trigger.

This was his perfect chance to seize Jin Chen as an experimental subject!

Jin Chen grabbed the barrel in one hand, his intangible yet immense psychic power crushing down.

"Weren't you just praising my top‑tier psychic power?" Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, teasing, "How did you forget so quickly?"

Hum—!

A violent surge of energy erupted, centered on Jin Chen's palm.

The electromagnetic gun in the Mad Doctor's hand emitted a hum, its barrel grew scorching, and azure arcs of electricity flickered wildly a few times before dying out.

At the same moment, Eric's gun beside him also completely failed.

"To keep you from cooking up any more gruesome surgeries," Jin Chen exerted force again with his wrist; accompanied by a grating bone‑displacement sound, the Mad Doctor's gun‑holding right hand limp‑flopped at a strange angle, emitting a pig‑squeal‑like wail.

"We have to strike first."

The only thing that might have made Jin Chen feel a bit miscalculated was probably the secluded spot these two had chosen for their secret plotting—it was really a poor choice, too convenient for someone to observe and report.

He had just disabled the Mad Doctor's hands when the academy's guard squad and the director surrounded the area, leaving no gaps.

——

Southern district of the academy, inside an vacant training room.

The Mad Doctor's hands were wrapped in hemostatic bandages, fixed to a specially made medical chair, his face ashen like death.

As a top‑tier gene and surgical expert, he knew better than anyone that these hands, which had performed countless experiments, had their meridians and bones utterly shattered; unless a miracle occurred, he would never again be able to pick up a scalpel.

Meanwhile, Eric fared worse—no obvious external injuries, but his whole body was covered in blood, all of it vomited up by himself.

Director Mai Ji felt a headache the size of two heads.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, his gaze darting between Jin Chen and Eric, unable to believe what he saw.

"You two, even as specially admitted students bearing the name of the Knight Order, cannot behave lawlessly to this extent."

"Fighting privately outside the academy, using such brutal force! Even beating an old man—what nonsense is this!"

"Today is a course specially arranged by the military with Dr. Harold as lecturer, and you still dare to skip class!"

Slumped in the chair, the Mad Doctor emitted hoarse, air‑leaking sounds from his throat, his eyes filled with despair.

Jin Chen was very kind‑hearted, warning the director who was on the verge of losing control.

"Director, actually… he is that new teacher."

Director Mai Ji: "……???"

He stared blankly at his ruined hands, looking like a mad professor.

"You…… two specially recruited students…… you beat up the teacher?!"

Jin Chen fell silent again.

The director took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and tried to follow procedure: "According to academy regulations, immediately notify your guardians to come handle this!"

Eric's face was as black as a pot's bottom; he difficulty raised his hand and pointed at the nearby dying mad professor, his voice hoarse.

"My guardian…… is him."

Director Maiji: "……"

He felt his career was facing an unprecedented challenge.

Director Maiji looked at Jin Chen, "And you? Who is your guardian?"

Jin Chen was leisurely sending messages on his personal terminal, not looking up, "I have no guardian, but rest assured, I'm calling people to get me out."

Director Maiji's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition immediately welled up.

Rumors about this Jin Chen and those few young masters around the academy…… he had indeed heard of them.

"Who are you looking for?!" he said, his voice tense.

Jin Chen was just about to shove Ling Yao's communications interface in the director's face, when the training room door was knocked and pushed open.