"Nani!"
The researchers were shocked and quickly surrounded Beal.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the test tube in Beal's hand—more precisely, the liquid inside.
Beal had taken on the task of recreating the Zombie Drug formula from Reddy, which had made many envious at the time.
Later, when Beal encountered difficulties in his research, some secretly rejoiced.
But how much time had passed? A week?
And the research was already completed?
What kind of joke was this?
This was scientific research, not typing words!
"Tell us, how did you solve that problem?"
A researcher who was on good terms with Beal urgently asked how he had managed to complete the final development in such a short time.
He had clearly been stuck before.
Beal, now looking as refreshed as someone who had just relieved himself after a week of constipation, proudly explained, "The activator developed by Lord Reddy!"
Everyone instantly erupted in chatter.
Reddy had been developing the activator for a long time, but no one expected that this highly valuable result would help Beal break through the bottleneck and recreate the Zombie Drug formula.
"What do you mean?"
The researcher instinctively asked again.
He recognized every word Beal said, but when put together, he didn't understand.
"Idiot, the characteristic of the Zombie Drug is maintaining the activity of corpse cells. Lord Reddy's activator can greatly stimulate cell activity. Understand now?"
Beal was feeling extremely pleased and once again felt grateful to Haya in his heart.
Lord Reddy was right!
Every child is a pure treasure!
At this level of explanation, every single person present was an expert in the Bloodline Factor field and fully understood Beal's reasoning.
"A genius approach!"
Someone sincerely praised.
Beal couldn't recreate Hogback's Zombie Drug but instead used the activator to replicate its effects.
Of course, Beal's Zombie Drug was not perfect.
The biggest flaw was that cells had to be treated before death. Otherwise, once cells lost activity, they could not be revived.
Human cells would die within half an hour after death due to oxygen deprivation.
Hogback's Zombie Drug had far fewer restrictions.
That guy had repeatedly stolen corpses from graveyards.
Still, this was a major breakthrough for Beal, and he could continue improving the new Zombie Drug.
One researcher, after understanding Beal's approach, couldn't help but sourly remark, "Did Lord Reddy give you special tutoring?"
Others immediately pricked up their ears, staring intently at Beal's face, trying to detect any changes in his expression.
If Lord Reddy really gave Beal special treatment, they couldn't tolerate it.
They would go on hunger strike!
Protest!
Demand fairness!
Stage a sit-in!
Demand equal treatment!
Beal, hearing this, looked at the researcher with disdain and proudly raised his chin. "Lord Reddy treats everyone the same, without exception."
"I was able to break through the final obstacle because an eight-year-old child reminded me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted again.
"Impossible!"
A researcher wore an expression of disbelief.
An eight-year-old kid solved the problem that had stumped Beal?
What kind of joke was this?
Was that kid another Vegapunk?
Beal, remembering that he had initially become a teacher for those kids out of admiration for Reddy, felt his face burn and sighed sincerely. "Lord Reddy once told me that every child has far richer imagination than adults."
"I didn't believe it until that child appeared."
The other researchers exchanged glances.
So it really was an eight-year-old kid who enlightened Beal?
...
Reddy returned to the research institute in a good mood.
Children like Terry had never attended school and were complete illiterates.
Today's first lesson was simply about learning letters.
The school was still very rudimentary, with no proper rules and systems in place, and Reddy didn't have much time.
Thus, this first lesson was very long.
There were no breaks, just continuous learning.
But not a single child complained.
Even the six-year-old boys, who were naturally playful, sat properly, listened attentively, and studied seriously.
No adult would dislike well-behaved, sensible, and obedient children.
Reddy was no exception.
The first lesson today put him in a great mood, and the frustration from nearly being overturned by Borsalino earlier completely dissipated.
"You... what do you want?"
As soon as Reddy entered the research institute, he was startled to see a dense crowd blocking his path, their eyes fixed intently on him, making him uneasy.
"Lord Reddy, this is the only request of my life... Please let me become a teacher for those children!"
As soon as the first person spoke, the others immediately clamored for Reddy to approve their requests to become teachers, almost crying and begging on their knees.
"Uh..."
Reddy didn't understand why these researchers, who had only wanted to focus on research before, had suddenly changed their attitudes so drastically.
Back when he had mentioned it in the institute, asking these researchers to volunteer as teachers, not a single one had been willing.
Only Beal—his number one fan—had stepped up to avoid leaving Reddy hanging.
Yet even Beal had regretted it a little in the end.
"Lord Reddy, they all have ulterior motives..."
Beal's voice came from behind the crowd but was quickly silenced.
Two researchers swiftly covered Beal's mouth, exchanging relieved glances.
They had almost let him monopolize the benefits.
Tsk, those who monopolize benefits deserve to be burned!
"You also want inspiration from those children?"
Reddy wasn't stupid and quickly guessed that Beal must have been inspired by Haya to complete his final development, sparking this wave of researchers eagerly volunteering to become teachers.
The researchers nodded vigorously.
In scientific research, results were what mattered. What was face?
Reddy smiled and suggested, "There are only a few dozen children. Why do we need so many teachers?"
"Lord Reddy, your vision is too narrow!"
A researcher in the crowd sternly criticized. "We only have a few dozen children here, but there are countless orphans around the world with the same plight."
"We should think about the future of these children."
"I propose we immediately draft a plan to bring back those poor children from various countries, giving them a better future!"
The other researchers were amazed.
You're really good at this!
Reddy smiled again. "But we don't have the strength to oppose the World Government right now."
Most nobles didn't care about orphans, yet they also cared deeply.
They didn't care because they saw orphans as worthless trash, but they cared because they could disdain orphans but didn't want others taking what belonged to them.
"We have Bloodline Factor technology!"
"Right, we can create a powerful clone army!"
"Germa Kingdom can do it, and our technological foundation is even stronger!"
"Besides, we still have Lord Reddy!"
"Exactly!"
The researchers had clearly considered this issue before and were now fired up, listing all their advantages one by one.
Finally, someone proposed, "In that case, I think we can take turns teaching those children while the rest focus on developing the clone soldier production line."
"I happen to be researching this area."
"Then it's settled. We'll complete this development in the shortest time possible."
"I have a bold idea!"
"I also have a bold thought."
"Then let's begin!"
Reddy watched as the researchers voluntarily divided tasks and dispersed, shrugging.
What else could he say?
He hadn't forced them.
Well then... it was time for him to start showing his true strength.