Genius Club
Chapter 1358 - 31 Genius Club_3

Chapter 1358: Chapter 31 Genius Club_3

Afterwards, he picked up two hard and straight branches, tied them into a cross, and stuck it on the grave mound.

Stepping back two steps.

Kneeling on the ground, he deeply bowed to Douglas’s grave:

"I won’t let you down."

He said firmly:

"I will definitely follow your teachings, achieve something, return to my country, and build my hometown!"

Then he bowed a few more times.

Little Ji Xinshui stood up, looking at the cross standing against the night sky:

"Mr. Douglas, this Thursday, I am going to start school at the New Jersey Charity School, officially beginning my academic career."

"But I will come to see you often. No matter how busy I am in the future, no matter how urgent things are..."

"[Every winter, I will come to Brooklyn to visit you and pay respects to your grave.]"

...

In the distance, a shabby farm.

After sitting for over a dozen days, without eating, drinking, sleeping or feeling sleepy, Einstein finally stood up from the chair.

Still neither tired nor hungry.

He had thoroughly verified that upon gaining the ability to glimpse the future, he also acquired immortality.

He did not know how to describe it specifically, but it was as if...

[Time stopped upon him; fixed on a certain day, a certain moment, and no longer changed.]

"Am I alive, or am I dead?"

Einstein could not figure it out.

But, it was not very important.

After listening to the child named Ji Xinshui talk about Douglas’s past, Einstein felt much better:

"It seems that Douglas was also full of hope and confidence for the future of humanity; otherwise, he wouldn’t have said such words to this child, which shows... Douglas believed in a future for human civilization, that things depend on human effort!"

"Perhaps Douglas is also saving the world, saving the future in his own way, so... I must not stop either."

"First of all, the first step, I must find a way to prevent the 1991 apocalypse; no matter what great calamities await humanity in the future, we must first safely pass the hurdle of 1991, for history to continue."

He walked into the farm warehouse, entered a simple elevator, pressed the switch, and descended.

"However, saving the future of humanity is not something I can do alone."

Amidst the sound of steel cables rubbing, Einstein muttered to himself:

"The power of one person is ultimately weak, I need more people to join us... more geniuses like Douglas and us, with grand ambitions and a sense of mission."

"Right."

Einstein squinted, his eyes sharp:

"[Saving and guarding the future of humanity requires gathering more geniuses!]"

Arriving at the brightly lit underground refuge, Einstein picked up the phone and dialed his friend Henry Dawson’s number:

"Dawson, didn’t you always want to paint an oil portrait of me before? I agree now."

"Oh my God!"

Laughter came from the other end of the phone:

"Fantastic, good buddy! You finally figured it out! I—"

"But there are some additional requirements."

Einstein interrupted him, stating the plan he just thought of.

The same portrait was to be painted eight times, and each one was to have different codes and puzzles hidden in the use of the oil paints... etc.

On the other end, Henry Dawson was furious:

"You are too much! Even if you are Einstein, this request is too much!"

"This is my artwork, not your laboratory, not your scratch paper! Why must you hide math problems in my paintings? That is my least favorite subject! I disagree! I absolutely disagree!"

"Alright then."

Einstein prepared to hang up the phone:

"Perhaps... there are other oil painters in Mi Country."

"Wait, wait!"

Henry Dawson panicked, this was a chance for historical fame that he couldn’t let slip to others:

"Hey, all of this can be negotiated! Where are you now?"

"At the farm in Brooklyn," Einstein said.

"Alright! Wait for me there!"

Henry Dawson hurriedly got up:

"I’ll bring my tools over right now! Lest you change your mind in a few days!"

...

After hanging up the phone.

Einstein sat at the desk in the refuge, beginning to think about forming an organization.

The constitution, form, assessment, [meeting time], and meeting place can all be refined later; first, inevitably, is the need to clarify the organization’s name and symbol.

In an instant.

Einstein recalled Douglas’s departure, that right hand held high, pointing straight to the sky...

The silhouette of this gesture left a significant impact on Einstein, reflecting in the full moon against the night sky, unforgettable.

"Perhaps this is the best symbol."

Einstein nodded.

Very likely, this was the signal, the code that Douglas left him.

He picked up a pencil and began to sketch on the paper.

First, a circle... and then within the circle, a right hand extending its index finger, pointing at the sky.

"Hmm..."

Einstein furrowed his brows.

It still felt like something was missing, from a design perspective, it seemed too plain.

Suddenly.

He had a sudden inspiration.

Picking up the pencil, he scribbled two words within the circle’s interior—

[Genius Club]