The Evil Scientist is Too Competent

Chapter 26

It is said that in the laboratories of reputable companies, strange sounds can always be heard. Sounds that might come off as wails, jingles, or sometimes even sharp screams.

Surprisingly, those who set off to investigate these noises all returned with sealed lips, pretending as if nothing had happened at all.

These sounds, appearing regardless of the country or era, all carry one single meaning: the voices of engineers pleading for death.

Grind—Grind—.

“Um, are you alright, Scientist…?”

“…Just kill me already.”

Ayle, who had come to check on me in the lab, asked with a hint of concern. In response, I sang a little tune to indicate that I was fine.

Seeing that there was really no way out of this, Ayle finally spoke up.

“Uh, it’s okay! You’ve committed a lot of sins, but you’ll get out soon…! I mean, I almost ended up in a juvenile center, so I know how it goes…!”

“…What does your almost-going-to-juvie story have to do with me?”

“Huh? But you’re a grad student… If a university student commits a crime, don’t they go to grad school?”

Faced with the sheer stupidity of Ayle, the middle school dropout who had become a total recluse, I felt an overwhelming surge of rage and despair wash over me. The real problem was that I had no way to rebut her nonsense.

“…Ayle, you really have a knack for rubbing people the wrong way. You could make a living off of this talent.”

“Uh, heh-heh— I don’t think it’s that great…”

“Yeah, yeah… You should live your whole life like this, Ayle…”

So, after having a little banter with Ayle for about ten minutes, the siren installed deep inside the lab started blaring, indicating that my break was over. As Ayle jumped in surprise, wondering if something serious had happened, I returned to my re

As I absentmindedly stared at him, our ordered food arrived in no time. It looked gorgeous at first glance. If it looks good, even if the taste is mediocre, that’s half the battle already. I slowly savored the food.

“Ah…!”

And the moment I took a bite.

I felt an explosion of seasonings and spices in my mouth, and instantly canceled my earlier thoughts. He might have given up on being a villain, but he certainly hadn’t given up on his love for speed.

Behold—a flavor race coming from this dish.

The spices frolicking wildly across my tongue.

“…It’s delicious.”

This really was an exceptional restaurant.