Professor Aris laughed, turned back, grabbed the apple, took a huge bite, and stepped through the door—feeling, for the first time in three days, like a genius.
The clock on the wall of the strange, minimalist room ticked with a mocking rhythm. At the center of the room stood a small table, and on that table was a single, perfect red apple. Above it, glowing in neon pink, were the words: brain test 4 level 168
He slumped against the invisible wall of the puzzle. “Brain Test 4,” he muttered. “It’s not testing my brain. It’s testing my sanity.” Professor Aris laughed, turned back, grabbed the apple,
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