Novel & Cerita I'm Something Of A Scientist Myself

What could I still use? “You seem like the sort of men that get into scrapes quite often,” I said, in my best professional tone – which was ruined by the way my voice rasped and stung. “I’m a doctor. I’d be of more use to you as a Medic than as a plaything.”

I only heard the whole story later from Kohen, while I was at the science museum with Leona and our daughter. "Mom, Dad, I wanna be a scientist when I grow up! Scientists make so many cool things. They're amazing!" She was perched on my shoulders, eyes sparkling. Leona steadied her legs and smiled at me. "That's right. Your dad really is amazing."

We were just trying to murder each other when he introduced himself to me. 'Haven't we already passed that stage?' I wanted to swear, but the pain was too much for me. "Do you know why I'm known as The Scientist? It's because, unlike most wizards, I battle with artefacts rather than spells. And I'd just utilized a pretty valuable artefact to deal with you." The Scientist. A guy who rose to the A-rank through his usage of artefacts and is well-known for his ability to find and exploit artefacts to their maximum capacity.

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“I also don’t have a mate in my tether, which you know.” He rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “It can easily be wrong.” “You know that’s not true. Anyway, yes, I am seeing someone, and he’s… he’s a good man.” I cringe at the last word. Dad looks at me, scanning the pained expression taking ownership of my face. Before he can pick me apart, I go into as much detail as I possibly can about Alex. How he’s a scientist, a biologist, a paleomicrobiologist at that. What he’s studying currently and his research into the Goddess particle. I even tell Dad about how Alex thinks I’m made of it–the same exotic matter I’ve been chasing in the heavens, trying to map. But the more I say, the more I realize tha

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Without my control my mouth opened and spoke a word that surprised myself. Mine!

"And perhaps this time, they have something good to tell us. Maybe they've found something about the virus that will help us deal with it." Some agree, and some voice out their own theories. While they are busy talking, I head out of our quarters and went to my office. Yes, I am one of those doctors who have their own offices. I spent my time here mostly rather than the quarters. Somehow, I like being alone, studying, doing research regarding the human body.

I groan at the sight of light through the window, I haven’t slept a wink. Every evidence points in the direction I have suspected but dismissed. Leo and Liam might have some connection to werewolves, but how do I even ask about this without sounding crazy? ‘I’m a scientist, I don’t believe in fiction.’ I keep saying in my mind. “You are still awake? ” Liam’s deep voice caresses my ear, and I get startled, almost dropping my phone.

“ I never thought of it that way, and when you mention it like this, it sounds stupid. I know I’m not a castle or the gold that follows my name, but again, these things have always been a part of how I’ve been introduced and what I’ve been assessed by, and now I find myself wondering what I am. “ First, I thought I sent him into a depressed state of self-awareness, not judging by his face; I think I just poked the scientist in him. And to be honest, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. Before I even get to finish that thought, he perks up with a beaming smile, “We should do some experiments!” “What?” “Yes! I need to find out who I am. Come to the lab!”