Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Rat, I remember you said you were a visitor from another world?"

Beneath Hills, in a deep cavern, fragmented green light flickered, casting projections of several animal heads.

Jackals, jaguars, feathered elephants...

Various bizarre figures swayed in the cave. The cave was gloomy and empty, with skulls and sharp stones scattered everywhere, accompanied only by light and shadow and silence.

A large rat leaned lazily against a stone slab, slowly grooming the fur on its chest with its paws.

It squinted, casually surveying the rows of swaying animal head projections before it, its expression relaxed, as if this gathering were nothing more than casual conversation.

"That happened thousands of years ago. Compared to my long life as a rat, my past life is so vague that it seems like it happened before I was three years old and hadn't developed any intelligence."

The mouse answered, fiddling with its flower-like tail.

"You're quite magnanimous. You've worked for Thirteen for so long, causing two setbacks in civilization, and you don't have even a hint of wanting to go back?"

The jackal-headed man asked, his eyes gleaming with green light.

"Working for it was the main reason I ascended to godhood. As for going back? In my past life, I was worse off than a rat."

"The big rat answered lazily."

"Besides, now that the Iron Curtain is almost completely dismantled, we have a platform to put our skills to use. If I don't make a splash after moving here from Europe, humanity will almost forget what chaos is like..."

"Haha, don't come up with some kind of population reduction by half again."

"Rats are masters at wiping out populations; have you forgotten how the two plague outbreaks led to the decline of civilization?"

"It doesn't feel as good as the ceiling I did..."

"I'm going to turn all of your insides inside out!"

"Why is the crocodile acting up again?"

Amidst the sneers of several strange beast heads, the giant rat slowly rose to its feet, emanating a chilling aura completely different from before.

"Don't talk like I'd love for humanity to go extinct."

It raised its claws, and the string of eerie numerical symbols flickered in the green light:

"This time, it was the Amerigoves themselves who lit the spark, and it has nothing to do with us, the lords of calamity..."

……

At Hills University, in a newly cleaned office, the air still carried a faint smell of new paint and dust.

"I'm glad you'd like to meet with me, Professor Ofawi."

Iyam Pan smiled warmly and handed a freshly brewed cup of tea to his colleague sitting opposite him.

"I am also pleased and surprised that you invited me, Professor Iam."

Ofavi took the teacup, his fingertips gently tracing the warm surface of the cup. He wore a polite smile, but his eyes were as calm as a still pool, subtly revealing a hint of displeasure.

"Let's get straight to the point, Professor Iyam."

Before the other party could even sit down with his tea, O'Faye calmly turned his gaze to the newly arrived specially appointed professor, his tone neither warm nor cold: "Why did you suddenly and specifically request the university to promote my student Alex to your assistant?"

"Oh, this."

Iyam scratched the back of his head, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, as if he found it difficult to speak.

"Professor Ofawi, although I have only been in Hills for a short time, you... should have heard of my research area."

As Iyam spoke, he slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a metal ring on his forearm.

The ring was engraved with dense runes, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, and had a keyhole-like groove in the center, making it both exquisite and mysterious.

"Although the academic community in Amerigo Vespucci scoffs at psychic powers, most people at our social standing want to live longer, don't they?"

As Iyam spoke, he took a small key out of his pocket, inserted it into the groove of the metal ring, and turned it gently.

In an instant, his full head of white hair turned jet black from the roots, the deep wrinkles on his face smoothed out as if smoothed by an invisible hand, and his originally cloudy eyes became clear and bright.

In just a few seconds, he transformed from a thin, seventy-something-year-old man into a vigorous, middle-aged man around forty years old.

"Professor Offavi, you must have heard the saying, 'Amerigo revealed his psychic powers in the last few years,' right?"

Iyam raised his arm, clearly displaying the still faintly glowing metal ring to Ofawi.

"Alchemy, psychic science, esoteric medicine... Didn't Hills University invite me here precisely to pioneer this new discipline and pave the way for a new education system in the future?"

Iyam asked with a hint of smugness.

Ofavi stared at the other person's suddenly youthful face, then glanced at the metal ring, a complex resentment flashing deep in his eyes.

This meticulous, aristocratic, and methodical old medical professor was not unaware of the dynamics of the academic world in Amerigo Veterans.

On the contrary, being an open-minded person, he was well aware of the news that human anatomy and certain supernatural elements were gradually merging.

He had to admit that promoting the development of psychic energy was necessary, an unstoppable trend, and the most promising direction for development in the dark side of Amerigo Veterans' academia over the past decade.

Therefore, he was not surprised that the school would hire relevant personnel, and that these personnel had the right to take away his students.

However, he didn't quite understand.

Why Kong Jiu?

Why Kong Jiu in particular?

Why was it that student, who gained favor through social skills and reading between the lines, and who had no outstanding academic achievements, was chosen by this newly popular academic?

"Professor Iyam, you don't need to prove to me that you are qualified to transfer people from the school."

Ofavi put down his teacup, his posture still elegant and composed, his voice steady.

"Students are not my personal property. We have a teacher-student relationship. If he has a better place to go, I will not hold on to that child. It's just that..."

The old man who wrote the recommendation letter for Kong Jiu raised his eyes, his gaze a mixture of confusion and a hint of disappointment, as he looked at the spirited scholar across the table.

"I just don't understand why it had to be him? This kid hasn't shown any extraordinary talent in academics."

Iyam did not answer immediately, but took a folder from the drawer and handed it to Kongjiu's mentor.

Ofavi took it, opened the title page, and was stunned after just one glance.

【Table of contents:

Possible speculations about Alex Johnny Conn's excessively high efficiency in purchasing human resources...1

Professor Jack Livingston's assessment: "He always manages to bring in the freshest patients"...10

An analysis of the mediating role played by the fighting against illegal gatherings in Lower Hills…30

The Xinxiang ceremony and its performance...60

Speculation on the Possibility of a Powerful Force Aiding Escape in a Blood feud Plane Crash…77】

Iyam leaned forward, placed his hands clasped on the table, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face:

"It seems you are completely unaware of the hidden psionic talent in your student? Professor Orfavi."