Imperial Academy

"Covid-19." Ryujin muttered under his breath.

He then start to zoom on the image of the covid-19 to the point that even it's structure was visible.

It's structure appears as a tiny, near-spherical particle—about 100 nanometers in diameter. Its surface is adorned with spike proteins, creating a crown-like fringe. Encased within a protective viral envelope made of lipids, it houses a single-stranded RNA genome.

This genetic blueprint orchestrates the virus's survival and replication. Imagine a regal ornament—a minuscule entity poised for both infection and adaptation. 

Now, although COVID-19 is quite deadly, it isn't lethal enough to wreak havoc on the races of Eteles. It might claim the lives of several million individuals, but eradicating hundreds of millions is beyond its capacity.

[No one, just some Asian parent: "Tch, another disappointment."]

"It looks like I need to modify its structure a bit," Ryujin thought to himself.

Even though he was aware of viruses far deadlier than COVID-19 in all respects, his goal at the moment was not to obliterate life on this world but to claim the lives of a billion or so beings and then profit from it.

Therefore, tweaking its structure to increase its lethality seemed like the better approach.

"Hmm," Ryujin suddenly wore a surprised expression. "Something is amiss here," he pondered as he sifted through his memories once more.

"Some parts of my memories are actually sealed!" He realized with a start. He began to speculate on what could have caused this. "Nian was sealed by me, so he couldn't have sealed my memories''.

''And if that nebula had done it, it would more likely kill me than just seal my memories. Plus, I don't believe there are any fifth-tier beings in existence capable of this," Ryujin analyzed,

"Then, the only possibility is that I sealed my own memories, huh?" Ryujin quickly came to a realization. However, he chose to ignore it, reasoning that if he was indeed the one who sealed his memories, he must have had a good reason for doing so. And if it were someone else's doing, panicking wouldn't help him anyway.

"I think this should suffice for the first part of the plan," Ryujin mused as he opened his eyes and exited the space of consciousness.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the sun's rays struck them. He had been meditating while facing the window, and the curtains were not drawn.

"What time is it now?" Ryujin muttered as he rose from the bed. Suddenly, his leg cramped due to the extended period he had spent meditating in the lotus position.

"This worthless body! I'll reduce it to ashes once I made my 'Perfect Body again,'" he thought, half-jokingly, half-seriously.

[A/N: Don't take it too seriously, or should you?]

He then stood up, intending to find a clock in his room, but to his astonishment, there wasn't a single clock to be found.

"Forget about the time, there should be some paper around here," Ryujin said as he walked towards the drawer near his bed, searching for some paper and a pen.

Although the first drawer yielded nothing of use, he did find a notebook and a fountain pen in the second drawer.

"Let's see, it was something like this," Ryujin mused as he suddenly sat on the cold floor and began to sketch something in the notebook.

To a keen observer, it would be apparent that he was drawing some kind of virus. Specifically, it was the structure of Covid-19.

Ryujin drew it because, although he retained it in his memories, his reincarnation was still imperfect, preventing him from accurately recalling such old memories at the moment.

That's why he had entered the Space of Consciousness: to search for the memories related to Covid-19.

"I  could put Leonardo da Vinci to shame," Ryujin thought to himself with a chuckle as he completed the entire structure of Covid-19 in just about 4 minutes. Honestly, it looked impressively accurate. Ryujin even managed to draw a perfect circle in a single attempt.

[A/N: Note the narcissistic behavior here!]

After completing the structure of Covid-19, Ryujin stood up from the cold floor. He carefully tore the page on which he had drawn from the notebook, folded it neatly, and slipped it into the pocket of his pants.

Slam

With a decisive slam, he Open the door of his room behind him and exited. Making his way to the ground floor, he encountered Ferron, who greeted him immediately.

"Good morning, Young Master."

Ryujin merely nodded in response.

"Ferron, how long was I in my room?" Ryujin inquired as he descended the remaining stairs.

"For about 2 days, Young Master," Ferron replied promptly, his expression unchanging.

He showed no sign of surprise, accustomed as he was to Ryujin's habit. Whenever something piss Ryujin off, he would often seclude himself in his room for days, sometimes even weeks.

Given that the Ignisar clan are descendants of dragons, they can survive without eating for weeks, making it a minor issue for Ryujin.

"Young Master, are you ready, or do you need more time before we depart?" Ferron inquired in a very polite tone, bowing his head slightly.

"For what?" Ryujin responded, scratching his ear nonchalantly, reminiscent of Saitama.

"To attend the Imperial Academy, Young Master," Ferron replied, maintaining his politeness despite his distaste for his job. However, the salary of 20 gold notes every 10 minutes made the position too lucrative to abandon, despite his personal feelings. After all, 20 gold notes are still 20 gold notes.

"Is that today?" Ryujin asked, his expression unchanging. He remembered that first-year students at the Imperial Academy were dispatched to clear E-rank dungeons and then had about 2 days to rest before returning to the academy.

"Shall I send a letter to request a delay in your return, Young Master?" Ferron asked, looking up slightly to make eye contact with Ryujin.

"No! I will go there today," Ryujin declared as he walked past Ferron. "If not the Imperial Academy, where else could I develop a virus to wipe out an entire race?" he thought to himself, heading towards the main gate of the palace.

Despite the luxurious nature of Ryujin's palace, it lacked a laboratory or any facility for conducting experiments to create a virus. In contrast, the Imperial Academy boasted the most advanced lab in the Empire, accessible even to first-year students.

"Yes, Young Master," Ferron replied, though he was taken aback by Ryujin's sudden willingness to go to the academy despite his usual aversion to studying. Nonetheless, Ferron dared not show his surprise.

"Young Master, shall I drive you to the academy?" Ferron offered, quickly catching up to Ryujin and walking slightly behind him.

"No! I have another task for you," Ryujin stated, not bothering to turn around.

"Please, tell me, Young Master," Ferron responded, eager to hear the instructions without a moment's hesitation.

"Ferron, go and collect the blood of every single creature you can find within a month."

"Huh!"