Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 461:

Xander examined the object Marissa had handed him, turning it over in his hand, puzzled by its nature. “Is this just a droplet of water in a tiny glass bottle?” he wondered aloud.

“Figure out a way to get Clarissa to drink this,” Marissa instructed.

“Chief Instructor, you’re asking me to poison Clarissa?” Xander questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not so vile,” Marissa replied sharply. “I want Clarissa alive so I can confront her directly. She’s envious of Black Mallow and wanted to kill Black Mallow, right? I need to defeat her with my own strength.”

“And what exactly is this?” Xander inquired, still confused.

“It’s a liquid chip,” Marissa revealed.

Xander’s eyes instantly widened. “A liquid chip, really?”

“Yes,” Marissa confirmed. “The chip implanted in Tiffany’s brain was a liquid one—tiny, colorless, and transparent, making it undetectable by medical equipment.”

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“But this one is different,

an injector for insertion and remained permanently in the body, this new liquid chip can be ingested orally. Once consumed, it will

to Marissa and inquired, “Chief Instructor, what’s the

you, my final confrontation with Clarissa will be a direct and fair one where I plan to best her

from Xander’s grasp. As she twirled it

keep tabs on Clarissa’s movements and pinpoint where the item we want is hidden within the vast Skytop Mansion. Considering the mansion’s size and the minuteness of our target,

of picking up surrounding sounds. Plus, it’s colorless, transparent, and completely undetectable, even by medical scanners. Slip it into her drink, and she

visibly impressed, took the bottle back and marveled aloud, “Chief Instructor, can something as tiny as a grain of rice really be that

with a nod. “You’re not familiar with the latest in chip technology, which is why its capabilities seem almost magical to you. Try to spend less time wandering

probably too simple-minded to grasp such high-tech stuff. But you, you’re naturally intelligent and

“Chief Instructor, where

it myself,” Marissa replied, a hint of pride in her

exclaimed, “You’re at the highest level and also excel in high

smiled and

there’s a Dr. Finley in the chip