Strongest Superhuman System

Chapter 303: What Is An Accident?

"I told you all to get the fuck out."

Pat suddenly glared at everyone there and they all felt a shiver pass through their bodies as they saw how serious he was. Even as a second year, Patrick had more sway in the university than even some of the professors.

This lab was given to him by the school to carry out any experiment he wanted after he won the second Students Science Prize for breakthroughs in physics, and he could do whatever he wanted here, so it was suicide for anyone to try and argue with him.

They immediately started to pack their things and filtered out of the room.

Once they were gone, Mark stood up and punched Pat lightly on the shoulder.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for!?"

"You're still terrible at talking with others. You didn't have to kick them out like that. Now come on, smile a little, your best friend is here and he brings good tidings. Aren't I just the fucking best?"

Pat scoffed, but a small smile slowly appeared on his face as he followed Mark to take a seat on one of the chairs in the middle of the room. Mark brought out some takeaway plates with spaghetti inside and Pat eyed the food curiously as Mark handed him his portion. Pat looked at the plate curiously and he knew that Mark didn't buy this from any of the restaurants in the area.

There was no wrapping on the spoon, so that meant Mark didn't buy it from City A either. Is this homemade?

"Stop looking at the food like it's some sort of bomb and eat it. Arit made it yesterday and we couldn't finish all of it, so I bought some for you."

"Arit made it?"

Pat sounded skeptical and Mark raised his hand to punch Pat again, but Pat easily dodged it and chuckled as he accepted the food.

"Alright, I'll eat, just stop hitting me. You know, you and my sister are going to kill me one day with the way you're always hitting me."

Mark scoffed.

"Stop acting like a dick and maybe we'll stop hitting you. This is exactly why you can't get a fucking girlfriend. So what the hell is this? You have your own lab or something?"

Pat sighed. He couldn't say anything to counter the girlfriend jab that Mark just threw, so he just decided to let it pass.

"Yeah, something like that. I got it as an award for some science prize. I think the school was just skimping and they gave me this because they didn't have enough money to pay for my research anymore. Now, they only have to give me some equipment and a little research funding. The rest of the funds have to come from my pocket. They're fucking cheap.

But I guess it's not so bad having my own space."

Mark looked around the large, well-lit room. Mark had never been in here before and this was the first time that he would come visit Pat in the university. Honestly, Mark always thought that Pat would be hopeless without him. He thought Pat was going to be a NEET forever and hide in his room all the time, so it was a pleasant surprise to realize that Pat was actually doing alright for himself.

"Oi, I can tell you're thinking about something stupid right now. Why the fuck are you looking around like some proud parent."

Mark cleaned a fake tear from the edge of his eye.

"You have no idea how proud I am. All those years raising you, they were truly worth it."

Mark chuckled, and Pat scoffed.

"Fucking bastard."

They went silent and continued eating. After they were done, Mark just leaned back and waited for it to begin. Pat knew that this was the first time he and Mark would be eating together like this in almost two years. They had both been so busy that they just hadn't had the time to meet up and eat like this.

If the situation was any different, Pat knew he would have preferred to just keep hanging out happily without bringing up anything serious, but things weren't different. There was something that Pat had to know.

"Did she kill those students?"

Pat didn't beat around the bush. He knew that Mark knew exactly what he wanted to know, so Pat simply went straight to the point and asked the most serious question. Mark frowned as he dropped his empty plate and folded his hands. Mark would have liked it if Pat asked some follow-up questions first, but since Pat was going straight to the point, Mark had to do the same.

"Yes, she did."

The tension in the room seemed to rise with those few words. Pat picked up a napkin and cleaned the oil from his lips before dropping it and the plate to the side as he asked another question.

"Why?"

"It was an accident."

"What... An accident? An accident!?"

Pat was immediately on his feet, and Mark could see genuine anger in Pat's eyes as he seethed. Mark used his thumb to clean the edge of his lips with a sigh.

"No, Mark, an accident is burning your finger on the stove or shutting the door on your foot! That is an accident! This is murder! Don't give me that shit about an accident! You swore to me that you would look after her! You told me she would be okay!

So why did she do it!?"

Mark weathered the storm of Pat's anger calmly. The room they were in was a lab, so Mark was sure it would be soundproof so no one outside would hear what they were talking about. Mark leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees.

"Sit down, Pat. Let's talk."

Pat narrowed his eyes at Mark angrily, but he did not fight again. He gently sat back down and leaned forward in his own seat. Mark sighed as he started to explain.

"I didn't call it an accident because I don't think it was bad. I said it that way because it was my fault. I didn't notice how badly she was affected by the things around her, and I blindly thought she would be fine even though I saw some signs. Look, I don't know how to explain this to you properly, so just bear with me. You see, I think Arit is obsessed with me."

Pat scoffed.

"Wow, I'm so shocked."

Mark did not smile at the sarcastic comment, and Pat narrowed his eyes as he noticed that Mark was dead serious.

"You don't get it, Pat. I'm not joking here. I think Arit is very obsessed with me. So far, everything that has happened around Arit has somehow been related to me. Esmeralda, Francis, the queen going out of control, that was all me. It was my fault.

Arit is so obsessed with me that I don't believe she has any restraints when it comes to me. She is willing to go to any lengths to protect me or my name."

Pat put a hand to his chin and adopted a thinking pose.

"So, you're saying that Arit killed those people because of you? Did you ever see her behaving hostile towards them before?"

"No, not until the queen arrived. I've always had issues with Francis and Arit has been neutral, but after the queen bonded with her, it feels like she couldn't hold back the anger inside her anymore. So don't blame her for this. I know she killed those people, but in a large way, I believe it is my fault." Experience more on m v|l -NovelBin.net