KABOOM
With a swift backflip, Aegon made some distance from the explosion. Clicking his tongue, he muttered, "Just one more! I'm almost there."
His sixth sense had saved him just now, but many times he had been too engrossed to avoid the explosion in time, resulting in his current appearance.
The handsome face that made the girls of the whole Academy gush over had turned charred black after so many experiments.
One could barely discern his facial features anymore, but his golden eyes burned brightly as ever. Even his jet-black hair had caught enough dust, making him look like a ghost of the night.
He staggered forward, waving his hand to clear the dust and dirt. Fortunately, he had paid extra merit points to book this experimental room; otherwise, he wasn't sure if the other rooms could have survived these explosions.
"Just how many days has it been? Fifteen?" He muttered, scratching his head. "Yes, twenty-one."
