Academic genius: Arcane Invasion of America

Rex Morrison seemed to have anticipated Li Ang's words and showed no surprise. He simply patted him on the shoulder. "It's alright. You're welcome to attend my classes anytime and ask questions. Speaking of which, I've looked at your special admissions exam several times; you answered really well. Actually, I'm a little worried that if I really bring you here to study number theory with me, will Kayla Nolan come to my office with a weapon!"

Li Ang calmly replied, "Professor Morrison is joking. I have a class later, so I'll head over now."

Rex nodded with a peaceful expression, then noticed a student waiting to ask him a question staring at him in a daze. He immediately straightened his face and said, "Roger, what are you daydreaming about? Save your time, give me the question."

Seeing Professor Morrison's drastically changed expression, the latter dared not utter a word and immediately lowered his head and stepped forward.

Li Ang, unconcerned that it was none of his business, quickly blended into the crowd and left the classroom.

……

A day passed quickly.

On his way home, Li Ang reflected on the subject experience he had gained in class that day, feeling very satisfied.

The University of Chicago's teaching quality truly deserves its ranking among global universities.

Li Ang carefully compared the mathematics department of a 985 university in his previous life with the mathematics department of the University of Chicago, and found that there was indeed a considerable gap between the two.

In fact, Li Ang had considered transferring some of the technology to China in 1960.

But after careful consideration, he felt that doing so was meaningless.

Regardless of the current situation in China, just considering the early stages before his sorcery is fully developed or before he builds a mage tower, the risk of constantly transporting technology back and forth is too great.

If he were to be monitored by the American police, it would actually be detrimental to his development.

Once he masters witchcraft, he can basically do whatever he wants, so whether he moves technology or not won't make much difference.

"Speaking of witchcraft, most of the items we brought back from Ioria can't be exchanged for US dollars."

"Especially the magic crystal fragments. Although they contain almost no magical elements, and Martin is practically one of us, we still need to be on the safe side. It wouldn't be good if someone could crack the magic crystal fragments or find a way to cast magic using them."

"In short, America must act unilaterally. The kind of spiritual resurgence often seen in novels—the ancient martial arts families are disgusting—must be addressed from the root. Ioria has already suffered enough; let's not make things worse here!"

Thinking this through, the bus arrived near the Atlas Iron Arena. Li Ang got off and stepped into the gym to begin his workout for the day.

Unsurprisingly, the difficulty of the system's fitness tasks has increased once again.

The current bench press requirement for the task has exceeded 100 pounds.

However, thanks to his physique having reached 1.0, Li Ang found it much easier to complete compared to when he started with a physique of 0.5.

After gaining another 0.1 physique, Li Ang brought up the system panel.

Name: Li Ang

Mathematics: Level 2 (212/400)

Physics: Level 0 (72/100)

Chemistry: Level 0 (66/100)

[Biology: Level 1 (110/200)]

Informatics: Level 0 (49/100)

【Intelligence: 1.8】

Physical Strength: 1.1

[Learning Coins: 187]

[Attribute points to be assigned: 0]

[Experience points to be assigned: 0]

[Skills: Interdimensional Travel (Level 0, 50%), Mental Focus (Level 0, 50%)]

"Except for [Informatics], which I don't know how to improve, my experience in other subjects has improved to varying degrees."

"The speed at which you acquire knowledge in university is significantly faster than when you try to figure it out on your own."

However, rather than spreading your energy across all subjects, it's better to focus on mathematics for now.

"This is……"

On his way home from the Atlas Iron Museum, Li Ang suddenly caught a familiar scent.

To be precise, it tastes like human blood.

After reaching an intelligence level of 1.8, Li Ang's [Mind Sense] coverage radius has reached 5.7 meters. Now, this wisp of scent originates from far beyond the range of [Mind Sense].

On his way home, an accident happened.

This prompted Li Ang to complain: "I've already moved out of the youth hostel, and yet they still insist on coming here? Am I a detective? Do I find dead bodies everywhere I go?"

However, Li Ang quickly realized that this was not China, and there were no security cameras. It was perfectly normal for a murder to happen here.

During the last accident, Li Ang avoided the area.

but now……

Having the ability to perform multiple attack tricks and possessing the [Mind's Perception] ability, he was inexplicably curious about this accident.

"Don't reveal your magic unless absolutely necessary. If you do, clean up the mess properly."

With that thought in mind, Li Ang rushed towards the direction where the murder was suspected to have occurred.

After walking for a while, outside a dark alley with a broken streetlamp, Li Ang found the source of the smell of blood.

He "saw" a figure lying unconscious on the ground behind a wall, with several bottles of medicine scattered haphazardly on the ground.

He could clearly "see" the names on the medicine: "Shuyue" and "Kadio".

This is……

Are the two generic drugs that Old Martin wants to sell?

Li Ang felt a surge of tension and went to "look" at the person who had fallen to the ground.

A teenage Latino boy.

It's clearly not Martin.

While letting out a sigh of relief, Li Ang was quite satisfied with his powerful sense of smell and his [psychic] abilities.

He planned to go to a roadside phone booth later to help make an emergency call. Regardless of whether this person was Old Martin's subordinate, since he had seen him, it wouldn't hurt to lend a hand.

However, before leaving, he still had some minor issues to resolve in the dark alley.

At this moment, two groups of people were blocking both ends of the dark alley.

Five or six men on the east side were all dressed in dark suits, with the brims of their top hats pulled low.

The man with the broad face who was in the lead was carrying a Colt, and standing next to him was a burly bald man and a young man with his hands in his coat.

The seven or eight men on the west side were dressed in a very mixed color, as if they had been temporarily pieced together from a flea market.

The leader was a tall, thin man with deep-set eyes. He wore a necklace made of bird bones and black beads around his neck, followed by several young men dressed similarly.

"I don't like dealing with you Italians, you know that?" the bird-bone man said menacingly. "I've already told you, we're taking this person away now."

"Sir, this is Chicago. Nathan owes us a thousand dollars. Until he pays it back, we can decide where he's going to go and how he's going to go until he does." The broad-faced man opposite him bowed rather politely.

"I don't care about any of that. I just want to know who Nathan is working for. Just tell me about that person—whether he's dead or alive, whether you took him away or not, it's all up to you!"

The bald, burly man next to the broad-faced man sneered, "Hey, tie-dyed strips of cloth, can't you understand? This is our business. You play house with straw sticks and wooden dolls, get back to the Gulf Coast."

The bird-bone man snarled, "I'm looking for business too, and this guy's almost done for. I'm losing patience. Understand?!"

Li Ang had already understood what he meant by "seeing".

One end of the alley is occupied by a local Chicago gang, which, judging from their appearance and behavior, is probably the Italian Mafia.

On the other side, a group of people looked like they came from Mexico and practiced voodoo.

In short, none of them are any good.

Now, the two sides are at odds because of a subordinate who helps Old Martin sell drugs.

Li Ang, who was silently observing both sides through his [Mind Insight], felt he should do something good—make the standoff even more chaotic.