I transmigrated to another world. Everyone else is some overpowered hero, but I’m a freaking electron.
And the most pathetic kind at that: 1s¹, an unpaired electron, S-grade.
Don’t be fooled by that S. In this world, it doesn’t mean Super. It means Stable. In plain language, that means I’m stuck at the lowest energy level for my entire life, and I’m guaranteed to die at twenty, extracted by the nobles for use as filler material.
That’s how my grandfather died. And my father. My whole family.
The nobles of the Academy City feast every day, while those of us who are unpaired electrons get used up like disposable supplies. Nobody thinks there’s anything wrong with it, because the “principle of lowest energy” is Heaven’s will, an iron law, an inviolable rule of the universe.
Until I found a charred notebook among my grandfather’s belongings.
It had one line written in it:
“An electron can occupy multiple orbitals at the same time.”
Can I split myself in two and use both halves?
...Wait.
It seems I really can.
Starting today, I’m going to occupy every orbital at once.
Nobles, here I come for your empty orbitals.
I refuse to be an unpaired electron anymore.
A friendly warning: This book contains plenty of real chemistry. Reading it may leave you with the side effect of thinking, “I had no idea the periodic table could be this exciting.” The author accepts no responsibility.
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