Only one thing came to Zarathustra’s mind as he saw Atticus’s data, ‘Astounding,’

Why was he just hearing about this boy now?

‘Someone this talented was sure to be known throughout the human domain.’

He knew the brown haired kid, Kael in the other pod well. He was known as the most talented in the younger generation and although he would have still been shock if this were his data, it wasn’t nearly as much as seeing this in a random unknown student.

Zarathustra couldn’t be blamed too much. Most times the Enigmalnk family members and even most scientists bury themselves into their work which in turn made him and the other scientists less informed about the things happening, expecially in the academy.

Kael’s genius had been in public for too long for him not to find out.

Zarathustra smiled, an action that baffled each of the scientists. He was really smiling?

It was as though he had found a precious rare gem. Atticus’ body was flawless, his potential endless. But this was in comparison to their world, Eldoralth.

He had only set the bar according to what he deemed it possible they could achieve in Eldoralth and from what he was seeing, Atticus had broken through every bar he set.

Once again, Zarathustra’s heart froze as he came to this conclusion,

‘D-doesn’t that m-mean,’ it felt like a mind numbing discovery, something that would turn the entirety of the human domain upside down should word get out, that Zarathustra was finding it hard to formulate his thought.

After a few seconds, he seemed to calm his beating heart and he immediately turned towards the scream displaying his new found love, this thoughts racing,

‘He has the potential to surpass the paragon rank,’

As quick as lighning, he spoke,

“Introduce Specimen X,” Zarathustra instantly instructed.

A palpable silence immediately enveloped the whole room as each of them registered Zarathustra’s words.

They each turned to look at Zarathustra in absolute shock as they wondered if they had heard him right.

But seeing as he kept on gazing at Atticus’ screen with shining eyes and without saying anything, it donned on them that he might actually be completely serious.

“Master Zarathustra I don’t th-,” just as one of the scientists was about to express his bafflement about his instructions, Zarathustra head suddenly snapped to the side, his piercing green eyes landing on the form of the scientist.

The man flinched as he instantly averted his eyes from Zarathustra’s penetrating gaze, bowing his head. Zarathustra didn’t utter a word, but the scientist seemed to understand that he was being completely serious.

The scientist instantly stood up from his bowed position and repeated Zarathustra’s instructions to the other scientists who had also been shocked.

They each murmured under their breaths to each other, wondering just what was happening. Why were they using something so dangerous on a child?

With a few taps on the large screen, the screen displaying Atticus’s pod suddenly turned green and it was then that simultaneously, a small hatch underneath Atticus’s lower back opened up.

The whole room watched silently as the specimen obliterated part of Atticus’s clothes and in the next instant, a scream defening and piercing permeated the room as Atticus screamed.

A frantic beeping sound immediately echoed throughout the room, followed by the monitors displaying Atticus body on the screen instantly turning red and started blinking rapidly.

The scientists immediately panicked as one of them spoke up, “Master Zarathustra! We have to stop thi-” .𝘤𝘰𝑚

But before he could even finish speaking, the cold voice of Zarathustra suddenly interrupted,

“Interrupt this process one more time and I promise it’ll be your asses in that pod next. Instead of worrying like brainless idiots, focus on getting as much data from this as possible.”

The scientists instantly shut their mouths. Even the others that wanted to join in and say something all averted their gazes. They all knew that he wasn’t kidding. 𝑖.𝘤ℴ𝘮

They listened as they started documenting any changes they saw.

The soft footsteps of Isabella sounded from behind Zarathustra as she approached him,

“Is there any possibility of this endangering him in any way or causing any permanent damage to him?” she asked in a low tone.

Zarathustra chuckled.

It was obvious that his earlier intention of not wanting to use Atticus for this had changed completely as he saw his data.

Currently, he wanted nothing more than this to happen and, more importantly, for it to be a success.

He decided to respond to Isabella, “You see, Specimen X is profoundly different from the other suits that you all are using. In actuality, after getting the one year data we need from the students, the creation of the suits is basically automatic. It takes very little time to make, and initially, the boy’s suit had been made exactly like this.”

“The only issue is, his suit was created based on the data, which meant that the highest power and potential the suit could have was based on the highest bar we set, and that boy had broken each one of them.

Zarathustra smiled,

“It was as if the Vice Principal knew this fact. If we were to use that suit for him, in the inevitable event that he grows more powerful than we could ever imagine, the suit would basically become useless to him. But if we use Specimen X, this problem would be easily solved.”

“Deep inside the caves a few years back, we found something remarkable. It was a large, pure, and condensed version of the special ores used to make your suits. But I knew from a glance that this was different. It seemed sentient. No matter the conditions we put the ore under, it always kept on evolving accordingly.”

“The process of using that ore to make a suit had been very difficult, but we eventually did it. According to its specifications, it would evolve with its user. However, until now, we haven’t been able to find a suitable host for it for years.

Zarathustra’s smile widened as he turned to face Isabella,

“This boy might be what we’ve been looking for. Let’s just hope he can hold on and withstand the pain.”

𝘪𝑎.𝘤𝑜𝘮