Chapter 130: The Doctor of Truth Grows Extra Emotions

"Sorry guys i lost the chapter 129 and try looking but i lost it so release one more extra chapter with regular chapters" Back to the story

Herta walked over and squatted down, poking at Ruan Mei, who had collapsed on the ground.

"You too. Why did you let yourself get carried around so naturally like that?" Herta asked.

Ruan Mei, lying on the ground, spoke expressionlessly, "I forgot."

She had forgotten that she was no longer a Meow Meow Cake, and subconsciously believed it was natural to be carried around in someone's arms. It seemed that her experience as a Meow Meow Cake had left irreversible effects on Ruan Mei.

"You've been tamed, Ruan Mei," Herta commented, looking at Ruan Mei with a sigh.

"Hmph." Ruan Mei snorted coldly, stood up, and patted off the dust on her clothes. "Don't joke around. I'm not some pet or servant."

Her expression was calm, her demeanor aloof, like an immortal being untainted by worldly affairs.

Then, she glanced at the time. "Ah, it's noon already. I need to hurry and feed the Meow Meow Cake and the other treats."

Ruan Mei trotted off in a hurry.

Herta watched her back, shaking her head, and made a clicking sound with her tongue.

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**First University of Truth—**

A blue-haired man was sternly reprimanding a female student in front of him.

"Zero points! How could this be considered a thesis? It's worse than the doodles of a three-year-old—at least those have more originality!" he shouted unreservedly.

"Eek!" The female student curled up, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, looking pitiful.

But obviously, the man standing opposite her wasn't going to show even a hint of mercy because of her pitiful appearance.

"You're lucky. I'm going to Herta's Space Station next for an academic lecture. In the time I'm away, make sure you revise this thesis. I want to see it on my desk the moment I return, understand?" The man spoke sternly to the female student.

The female student froze for a moment. "Herta's Space Station, Professor Ratio! You're amazing!"

Veritas Ratio, a teacher at the First University of Truth, had once earned the university's top honor twice in the span of two Amber Eras, held eight doctoral degrees, and was also a member of the Genius Society.

Underneath his short blue hair was a stern face with sharp, defined features.

His gaze was piercing, like a sage scrutinizing everything in the world, brimming with an intense sharpness.

He wore loose-fitting attire reminiscent of a philosopher. The combination of deep blue and white exuded a sense of understated grandeur.

It was evident from his muscular build that this widely known genius had not neglected physical training despite his deep immersion in scientific research.

Eccentric, strong-willed, severe… These were the impressions people had of him.

Bad news: these impressions were mostly accurate.

Good news: Ratio was more than just that.

"No matter how amazing Herta's Space Station is, what does it have to do with you!" Ratio glared at the female student, his gaze like a sharp blade that made her heart tremble. "If I don't see a satisfactory thesis when I get back, don't even think about passing this course."

"Eeeekkkkk——!" The female student cried out in despair.

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Ratio walked out of the spacecraft, holding a heavy book.

An attendant from the space station quickly came forward. "It's an honor to have you here at the space station, Mr. Ratio."

The attendant was enthusiastic, but Ratio waved his hand indifferently and said, "I don't need a guide. I want to explore this space station on my own."

The attendant hesitated. "Uh, but…"

"Take this." Ratio shoved a piece of paper into the attendant's hands.

**[I have voluntarily declined the services of the space station's personnel. Therefore, I assume full responsibility for any disputes that occur within the space station.]**

**[Signed: Veritas Ratio]**

"This…" The attendant looked up after reading the note, but Ratio had already vanished.

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Ratio strolled through the space station, observing its facilities and personnel.

"As expected of a space station built with massive investment from the company. Every piece of equipment here is the most advanced in the universe. But the personnel…" Ratio shook his head.

Just like the Genius Society, there were no true talents here, only mediocrity everywhere.

There are some who hide their wisdom behind a facade, some who are larger than fools, and some who are nothing but fools.

"Stupidity is an ailment that must be treated…" Ratio muttered to himself.

By the way, the person he disliked most in this space station was its chief scientist, Gu Tang.

Gu Tang never published papers or held academic lectures. He only made bizarre inventions to attract attention every day, which was a disgrace to the name of a scholar.

Ratio had already decided that if he ever met Gu Tang, he would harshly criticize him.

At that moment, a voice called out from behind him.

"Wait for me, Mr. Ratio!"

It was the same attendant who had initially tried to guide him.

Ratio sighed.

He turned around and looked at the attendant, who had run over to him. "I think your and my time are both extremely valuable and shouldn't be wasted on useless things. Or do you find a perverse joy in wasting time at a place like Herta's Space Station?"

The attendant stood in front of Ratio, panting. "But, Mr. Ratio, I…"

His words were abruptly cut off.

Because a fierce flame suddenly erupted on his body.

"Ahhhh—! What's happening?!" The attendant looked at his burning body in horror.

"Is this… flame?" Ratio furrowed his brow.

The flame was an eerie blue-green color and didn't feel hot, more like a pulsating light.

But the attendant, engulfed in the flame, was gradually becoming a phantom.

"No… it's spatial displacement!" Ratio swung his hand.

A perfect, translucent triangular prism enveloped the attendant, with countless equations and data floating around the prism.

The next moment, Ratio snapped his fingers.

*Crack.*

The prism shattered like transparent glass.

The flames on the attendant vanished, and he collapsed to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

If he hadn't been right in front of Ratio, he would have become space debris outside the station by now.

"Interesting. Is this an attack on the space station…?" Light enveloped Ratio's left eye.

He could clearly see a special energy trace in the air, with its origin point being the attendant lying on the ground.

It was obvious that the culprit had immediately fled after Ratio thwarted this attack.

Ratio crouched down and examined the unconscious attendant.

After confirming that the attendant was unharmed, Ratio stopped caring and began to pursue the trail left by the attacker.

"Hmm… I need a local guide." Ratio thought as he ran.

After all, he was just a guest who had arrived here today and wasn't familiar with the layout of the space station.

But… the thought of having to collaborate with these dimwits annoyed Ratio.

"Looks like I'll have to find a way to endure it… Hmm?" Ratio suddenly halted.

In front of him stood a man.

A lean figure, steady demeanor, and an impeccably tailored black suit.

But the key feature was his head.

He wore a plaster head!

The plaster head was meticulously crafted, with distinct contours and smooth lines. One could clearly feel the passion that the sculptor had imbued in it.

Every detail was carefully depicted, whether it was the expression or the hair, everything was vivid and lifelike.

It resembled a real person, yet possessed an artistic beauty that real people lacked.

The entire plaster head exuded a unique charm and vitality, an exquisite work of art from any angle.

At this moment, Veritas Ratio was deeply captivated by it.