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November 25th.

Rain was pouring down in North Rhine-Westphalia, almost making people worry about the Rhine river overflowing.

Situated near the Rhine riverbank was a plain-looking research institute.

After being attacked by the wind and rain, the gray-black stone bricks had deteriorated over the years. It was almost like an old man, struggling to stay alive in his later years.

Of course, the bad weather was nothing compared to what they were really worried about.

Once the center of the Bourbaki and Göttingen schools of thought, it had been doing research for the past 200 years, and likely for the next 200 years as well.

However, this was the first time…

The first time a problem had bothered them so much…

The door opened, and an old man walked into the research institute. He was drenched.