American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 36 Allen, Setting a Good Family Standard

[Disassembly successful. Skill proficiency +1, profession experience +1]

[Sufficient experience, currently Alchemist level 1]

[Learned Skill: Heart of Alchemy]

[Alchemy Heart Lv1: Improves skills through knowledge accumulation, providing a bonus to creation and manufacturing skills.]

……

Allen watched as a discarded blueprint turned to dust in his hand.

Then, another piece of waste paper was taken out and broken down, turning into powder in less than a second.

"I've figured out how to play the alchemist now. I've unlocked a new identity: the demolition office bully captain has come to pay his respects."

Allen plunged into the garbage heap, unleashing his decomposition skills with both hands, while system prompts appeared in his mind.

One hour is all it takes for the garbage to be broken down manually.

Sweep the scraps of paper together and set them on fire.

"Done, that's it."

Allen walked to a bench and sat down to watch the flames burn out. He stroked his chin and thought, "I'll go into seclusion for a while and level up before venturing out again. Otherwise, it's too dangerous outside."

In this way, Allen settled down at the Weapons Development Bureau.

Free meals and accommodation, plus a salary—it couldn't be more awesome!

Take some time to chat with former inmates, such as Dr. Wilson, an expert in individual combat equipment.

"Ah Sen, do you even know anything about quantum mechanics?" Allen asked, feigning profundity.

"I am a mechanical engineer, not someone who studies the microscopic world."

Wilson drew lines on the blueprint without even lifting his eyelids.

He's the unlucky guy who ate the gecko last time.

That was Allen's way of making friends, so naturally he would visit often and come over to freeload.

"Now that things have come to this, I'm not going to hide it from you anymore. I'm an expert in the field of quantum mechanics."

Allen took a sip of coffee, his tongue lolling out from the bitterness: "Ah... so fresh."

Black coffee, my foot!

Wilson put down his work and looked quietly at Allen, wanting to hear about his achievements in the field of quantum mechanics.

Although it's not related to his major, the fact that he managed to fool himself at least proves that Allen was a rare talent before he went crazy.

Of course, he never considered that Allen was actually a madman.

cough…

Clearing his throat, Allen said in a serious tone, "As the saying goes, when in doubt, quantum mechanics; if you don't understand color matching, cyberpunk is inexplicable; time travel is beyond imagination; parallel universes are beyond the understanding of both the talkers and the listeners. So, what I mean by overestimating your abilities is not to try to learn quantum mechanics on your own."

"..."

Wilson silently lowered his head and continued working, not forgetting to add, "Help me empty the trash can."

"I'm really hung up on the paper you used."

Allen picked up the discarded blueprints from the wastebasket, brought them to his nose, and exclaimed with delight, "That smell is just like the old days."

Wilson was mentally immune and completely ignored it.

Before leaving, Allen made sure to finish his black coffee in one gulp.

vomit…

The next second, the cup was filled to the point of overflowing with coffee.

Seeing Allen's embarrassed expression, Wilson was both annoyed and amused.

What's infuriating is that Allen comes to mooch coffee every day, and what's funny is that he only drinks black coffee. Allen can't stand bitterness, so every time he leaves he drinks it all in one gulp, only to spit it all back into the cup before it even goes down his throat.

Garbage from each office was collected and piled up in the incineration room.

Unfold a piece of paper.

Allen's eyes gleamed.

"The taste of knowledge."

Greedily absorbing the contents of the drawings.

Alchemy Heart Proficiency +1

Upon receiving the system notification, Allen disassembled the blueprint and commented, "Not pure enough; Erlov's skill level needs improvement."

Moving on to the next one.

Alchemy Heart Proficiency +7

"Pure enough, Wilson certainly didn't disappoint me."

Allen's days at the Weapons Development Bureau were simple and happy.

Day after day, this cycle repeated itself, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Allen grew up in silence.

Of course, "silence" refers to developing quietly, but "talking" is anything but idle.

He not only absorbed the knowledge and achievements of many scientists, but also read basic books in his spare time.

"Master Dao, I have become an immortal."

Allen stood on a bench next to the incinerator and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Just then, a woman walked by, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Wife".

Allen rushed forward excitedly and boasted, "I'm ready to come out of seclusion now. Do you want to see what I'm capable of?"

"Oh, what skills do you have?" Natasha asked indifferently.

"I can't tell you that."

Allen said smugly, "Anyway, I can punch Einstein of America, kick Newton of Great Britain, debate with Gauss of Germany, spew words at Descartes of France, concoct the Riemann Hypothesis with my hands, and twist Fermat's Last Theorem with my legs. I can watch suggestive videos on my phone with my left hand and take down Goldbach with one arm with my right. In short, I'm like a little cow riding a motorcycle, all awesome and cool."

"..."

Natasha appeared indifferent and calmly said, "I have to go."

"Okay, sure."

Allen, facing Natasha who wouldn't turn back, sang at the top of his lungs: "Arise, ye prisoners of hunger and cold! Arise, ye wretched of the earth! For the truth is boiling in our hearts!"

At this moment, the Internationale was started, making it seem like they were going to war, and Natasha awkwardly quickened her pace.

The song has come to an end.

Allen, still wanting more, involuntarily raised his hands, then his expression changed drastically as he said, "Little Left and Little Right, it's not what you think. I'm a very traditional and devoted man. I only ever like eighteen-year-old girls. Natasha is clearly a married woman, so she doesn't fit the bill."

Allen leaned to the left, resting his face on his left hand, and said, "Little Right, don't you know that men all say one thing and do another?"

Allen leaned to his right, resting his face on his right hand, and said, "Sister Xiao Zuo, what should I do? I love him so much."

Straighten himself up, Allen looked affectionately at his right hand and said softly, "Little Right, you're so cute, how could I possibly lie to you? Give me a kiss."

Snapped!

With his left hand, he delivered a powerful blow to Allen's face.

Allen glared angrily at his left hand.

"If you dare hit my darling, I'll fight you to the death."

For a moment, he started clapping his hands together.

"Stop hitting it, slapping it like that will cause breast hyperplasia."

Allen looked angrily at his hands: "Stop right now, you're all my little darlings."

As a result, he started slapping his own face with both hands.

"If we don't teach you a lesson, you'll dare to climb on the roof and tear off the tiles."

In a fit of anger, he snapped.

Before long, the love triangle subsided.

Allen pinned his arms down with his legs in a contorted position.