Argrol University, steeped in tradition and prestige, was Seacrity's top school. Almost eighty percent of successful people in Seacrity graduated from Argrol; to students, it symbolized the ultimate goal. Upon graduation, companies would be lining up to hire them. Exceptional students even had a chance to be nominated for one of the three prestigious labs in Betrico—a dream most wouldn't dare to have. The few selected possessed extraordinary brains, unmatched physical abilities, and incredible mental toughness—truly on another level compared to regular geniuses.

Since Argrol's opening, only three students had been directly admitted to those labs, and none had ever returned to Seacrity. Rumors suggested they were privately supported by the government and would never be seen again.

In the Principal's office, Simon Sunderland, the president, sipped coffee, watching the young boy standing before him. The boy was Ryan Lewis, the sole heir of the Lewis family. His tender complexion accentuated his rosy lips; black glasses perched above a sharp nose, his charming eyes sparkling.

While the Sullivan family wasn't as influential as the four major families, they had a history of producing scholars. Simon, president for over twenty years, had accomplished many great things. He had been childhood friends with Ryan's grandfather, Jaiden, viewing Ryan as a grandson. Unlike many wealthy heirs, Ryan was exceptionally talented and well-behaved, bringing countless trophies to Argrol, filling Simon with immense pride.

Simon smiled. "Ryan, Argrol is considering recommending you for the physics lab this year. Mr. Kennedy is coming to Argrol in two months for an evaluation and will host this year's physics competition. This is your chance—make the most of it. If you receive an invitation from him, you can go to Betrico for the finals and compete with the best from around the world. If you win first place, your dream of entering the physics lab will be within reach. Prepare well over the next two months and stay focused."

Ryan, listening intently, lifted his head. "I understand, Mr. Sunderland. Don't worry. I'll put in the effort."

Seeing his determination, Simon waved him away. He then called Patrick Williams, the dean.

When Patrick entered, he found Simon staring at a letter. "Mr. Sunderland, you wanted to see me?"

Simon nodded. He had called Patrick because of a letter received three months prior. It was an anonymous email discussing the development of a new chip, related to a stalled experiment at the Betrico physics lab.

When Simon first read the email, he could hardly believe it. The project was supposed to be confidential—known only to a handful of people in the lab, a few executives, and some retired university presidents. Even he only had snippets of information. But the email contained solid arguments that chilled him. He decided to forward it to James Owens, the head of the physics lab. If accurate, the information could significantly boost the project, benefiting both the country and society. Even if false, it was worth the risk.

Less than an hour later, James called. The excitement in his voice was clear, lifting a weight from Simon's shoulders—the information had to be true. James insisted they track down the sender. The only clue was the initial "Siren" at the email's bottom. An expert was consulted to trace the IP address, but it was heavily encrypted, likely the work of a skilled hacker.

After Simon vowed to find the sender, James seemed satisfied to remain in Betrico. Otherwise, the over-eighty-year-old man would likely have rushed to Seacrity himself.

So, the sender was not only a physics whiz but also a top-notch hacker? Why remain anonymous? And why send the email only to him? For three months, Simon puzzled over it until three days ago when another email arrived from the mysterious Siren.

His heart raced as he opened it, revealing a single line: "Prepare an admission notice for Yvette and deliver it to the Chambers residence."