The professor’s greatest ambition

"That thing is…"

"Erm, why don't you guess it my curious student Eunice Wyze? Hehe."

Wyze's brows turned V-shaped. She didn't want to play petty games with the professor but she believed it was also necessary to not anger him, so Wyze decided to play along.

"I can't think of any except it looks like a piece of entrails."

For some reason, he laughed at her reply.

"Hehehe. How brilliant. You've got it, Eunice Wyze."

"Eh? What do you mean? So it's an entrail? Really? No kidding?" Wyze asked in disbelief. Did she really have guessed it correctly?

"That's right. It is a piece of an organ. An organ of that being from a decade ago. It contains the cell necessary to accomplish the dream of many genius researchers from before and today…"

He paused and touched the glass cylinder carefully as though he was touching a very precious gemstone in the world.