“The core principle of existentialism is to never discuss the problems of existence.”
——"This sentence was written by Willy Shaw"
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"How is it possible? Deduced from known conditions——"
"Maybe. If you can believe that the world you live in comes from Willy Shaw's weaving, then what else can't you believe?"
The snap of Yicha's fingers flashed through the air. Extra and non-excess light fills the room again, and air begins to flow again.
As soon as Metz stood up, half of the paper wall suddenly floated up with him, and he entered a gap next to the table.
"The calculation will still produce the same result." Yi looked at him and said.
The Mathematical Olympian did not look back, and the paper turned over with a clattering sound, and quickly flowed to the ground. Some numbers were bent off the paper at weird angles and spread out in a scattered mess.
call out.
The last piece of calculation paper came out from the crack, making a short sound of the flame extinguishing, and began to smoke. Metz took out a large funnel with a leaky end and collected the flying numbers.
He sat down behind the calculation table again, his finger bones flicking on the table for a moment.
"After checking, I found out that the result is the same." He said, the two eye holes were filled with black holes. "This is indeed a great trouble. For you, you must first take the book out of his head——"
"It can't be taken out." Yi Cha sat there without moving. "What you take out will be completely different. That biography can only remain intact under his intense self-gaze."
"It's better to return to the original plan: completely manipulate him and control him. Eliminate his free will. He will write whatever you ask him to write."
"If this plan was even 100 percent feasible, you would have added the word 'proposal' in front of it just now."
"Why deny it? Based on the current known conditions, I have reason to suspect that you are doing something similar."
"It's useless. Great mage. Didn't you just check it?"
"Indeed. However, your existence is very special to him. Things that are not feasible in my domain may not be feasible in yours."
To view a metz. The changes in the Olympian Mage were very subtle, but he was still able to capture them.
He laughed. The tapered pen of Yimeizi slowly buzzed. Keqier looked at them worriedly.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I find it ridiculous."
"Besides being ridiculous?"
"I'm almost tired of laughing."
"You don't seem to be planning to take any action. Speaker Yizhanter. Then why are you here?"
"You asked me to come."
Yi Cha shrugged and watched as the atmosphere surrounding Yi Metz changed significantly. "I have shared what needs to be shared. I have also heard what needs to be heard. From my perspective, there is a lot of progress. You also want to draw conclusions and take action. Unfortunately, not everything can go as you wish. Great Mage."
He pretended to look out. "If there's nothing else, we might as well call it a day."
"That's it? What are you talking about? Denial! Icharint Sinkardstu!"
Yimeizi's voice became hoarse. Obviously, he failed to calculate such an answer after he stopped writing.
"Three hundred and forty-two." He stared at Yi Cha, as if he suddenly discovered an opportunistic formula, and said suddenly.
"Fifty-nine." Yicha said calmly.
"One hundred and fifty million and seventy-four." Metz raised his voice.
"fifty-nine."
"Eighty-six point eight."
"fifty-nine."
"Five and fifty-nine-quarters!" said Metz. Almost gnashing of teeth.
Yi Cha paused and finally said: "Ten."
A few sparks burst out from Metz's eyes.
After a while, he leaned back on the chair, his bones looking looser than before, as if he was tired.
"Very well. I have nothing to say," he said.
"Unfortunately. I still have it."
Yi Cha came closer and touched his desktop, letting new calculation paper appear from above. He flicked the crisp calculation papers and smiled without a smile:
"The plan is as usual. Don't forget. You were absent from the last meeting, and your presentation was also disqualified - you can be absent as much as you want, and you will have to bear the consequences if you fail to meet the standards - for example, losing everyone's respect."
Yimeiz let out a dry laugh from deep in his throat.
"Respect... is just an invalid attitude variable. Ha.
Take Chaint. The so-called 'protagonist' -" The skeleton's black eye sockets followed him. "You came with those sharings and conditions, and in the end you just wanted to supervise my work? "
"Just a reminder." Yi Cha put his elbows on the table, leaned forward, and made a gesture:
"That's your own plan, isn't it? You know it well. Even if you encounter a little difficulty now -"
"Small difficulty? What is a small difficulty? What is a big difficulty? It is simply difficult for me to understand. You would make such a stupid mistake in terms of priority..." Yimeizi said angrily. "If Willy Shaw is allowed to write as he pleases and create anomalies, the cosmological constant will never be calculated..."
"If you can't figure it out, just don't figure it out." Yi Cha tilted his head and pushed a piece of calculation paper in front of the Mathematical Olympian. "But you are the best, the greatest, and the willed individual who knows the nature of Olympiad the most. If you are not the one to perform such calculations, who should be allowed to do it?"
silence. Keqier rubbed his hands uneasily.
There was a sound like the soul being pulled out of the body. It is the sigh of the undead.
"So. You are just here to supervise the cosmological constant project." Yimeiz said, "I confirm again."
"Almost. Almost." Yi Cha said.
There was another spooky sound like before.
"What's the point of a goal that can't be calculated?" Yimeiz put his pen on the paper, feeling depressed. "Why should I count?"
"You don't count. Guess where this unlucky guy will be?" Yi Cha pointed at Ke Qier. "If it's useless, I'll take it away."
"Incredible. Are you just here for this useless prototype?"
"That's all I do. You don't necessarily."
"confirm."
After a long time, Metz said seriously. He waved his hand as if concluding.
The wall clock fell from above, and the Mathematical Master dropped it on the table. Suddenly, the walls of the sealed room suddenly became transparent and flawless. Overhead are the office’s layers of transparent pipes. The rickety apprentices and clerks were walking among them, all looking down at them.
Yi Cha only glanced at it. Kezier waved to them with a bright smile.
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"My friend. Is that true? Please tell me. Are you really going to do nothing? Or are you pretending-"
"When have I ever pretended?"
"You...carrot!"
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"Then what are you going to do now? Anyway, it seems that the big offset is really not as important as those things."
"On the contrary, it's important. Get Oga off of you. You should be able to move."
"...Uh. It ran away."
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"I still have a lot of things to ask. Don't be in a hurry to rest. Uh... Icha! Where is Nesis? Where's the little boy Velide? And Hikis? Ifomed? Shankarabi! You Okay. Why did you become two? Uh. Do I not have to ask? Anyway, you can see it from my face. Then look at me!"
"...You'd better ask."
"A rigorous academic discussion: How do you tell the difference between the current me and the duplicate me?"
"Strict academic answer: You are not that stupid to copy."
"You are so evil!"
"Thank you for the compliment. Do you want to go home?"
"The source of order? I've corrected you tens of thousands of times. It's called the 'office' or the 'return checkpoint'. But I still want to go back to Tubomo to see—"
"Then let's go directly to the meeting."
"Okay... uh. Huh?"
"The devil doesn't give any angel his own wish."
"Hmph! I like meetings the most!"
(End of chapter)
