Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 135

Chapter 30

I moved on to the fourth floor.

The door was wide open.

This floor was strange.

Unlike the damp, gloomy levels above, this place was clean and bright.

I could hear the sound of reading aloud.

Some people were even conducting… experiments.

“Excuse me, are you here for the lecture?”

A gentle young man walked up to me.

He showed no fear of my weapons.

Looking into his eyes, I realized he was a true scholar.

Scholars are like winter pines-standing tall, resilient, and fearless in the face of death.

Behind him stood a blackboard carved from wood, covered in dense handwriting.

I was struck by their gentle demeanor, but even more shocked by the students reciting in the corner.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

The young man answered calmly.

The monsters on this floor are all victims of academic fraud.”

“We come from different schools, different times, and different circumstances, but we all suffered the same fate.”

“Some people call us fragile. They ask why a grown man would choose death over a little setback.”

“But they’ll never understand-ten years of grinding can be wiped out the moment someone pulls rank.”

“Call us fragile. Call us naive. But in the dead of night, we couldn’t look at the reflection of the kid who used to read aloud

in the hallway.”

“So, even here, we haven’t given up on our research.”

“What if the so-called professors come here one day? We need to be ready to state our case and prove ourselves.”

“We know this corruption is everywhere, but we just want to win once.”

Chapter 30

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They had no chalk, so they used charcoal.

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