The gray dwarf nodded, and then immediately began to shake his head vigorously.
"What?" he said in surprise. "What did you say?" He shook Yi Cha's arm, looked at the back of his bare hands, and looked up at the freshmen who were dancing neatly. The fresh marks on the backs of their hands gleamed. "Eternal life? What do you mean?"
Yi Cha crossed his arms and looked at the music-less opening dance on the other floor.
Another freshman failed to follow the action and fell like oats being sifted, and was picked up and dragged away by the rickety school guards - the guys with hunched backs ran past them quickly without even looking at them. The dance movements conducted by Metz (it would be better to call them gymnastics, since there is no such thing as hell, and it would be difficult for him to tell the subtle differences) have become more difficult - the dynamic cycle of the body now consists of a series of continuous rotations and Small leaps, and complex body changes between grids——
After looking at it carefully for a while, I found that I still didn't quite understand the original design intention of this kind of activity. But what is obvious is that even through the most powerful behavioral regulation methods he can think of, such as mind control, mechanical assistance, or possession, it is difficult to make these various bodies meet the requirements in a short period of time. The freshmen tried wholeheartedly (no one yelled, complained or struggled to get away now, it was as if everyone was persuaded by a particularly reasonable reason or bought with particularly valuable money) to keep up with the movements and stay in order, but nothing happened. Successful before.
Yimeiz seems to have lowered some standards - the effect is not obvious. However, Cha cannot tell whether the situation would have been much worse if he had not lowered his standards. Standards and defective products undoubtedly have a bond of blood thicker than water. Without standards, there are no defective products. Just like there is no wrong without right.
oh.
Suddenly, he seemed to know why Yimeiz insisted on opening a Mathematical Olympiad Academy. Cultivating dead ghosts who are consistent with his own camp and have the same ideas as thugs of the universe blueprint is of course one of his intentions. But Metz is not Nesis, Ramlewin, he is not even Gabriel and Beelzebub, let alone Norole and Shenchang Lin.
There are some similarities between him and him.
"What does this have to do with eternal life? Hello."
The gray dwarf's question came to mind again. The voice was a little dissatisfied. It sounded like he'd asked a dozen questions without getting an answer - and that might have been the case. Regardless of the thought he had just fallen into, that kind of dance or gymnastics was ugly and very eye-catching.
"If you are in trouble, I can tell you in detail." Yi Cha said. At the same time, I noticed that at an insignificant moment the dance actually ended. One Metz made all the freshmen sit down. And let them all get a table - the skeleton mage's solid gold counting table in front of them. He put on a posture as if he was going to start a class here.
Apparently, back-to-school testing continues. Some of the remaining freshmen were panting, some were dripping oil, and some were releasing dust, but they were still relatively quiet and their sitting postures were quite consistent - those who didn't did so had already fallen out of the suddenly hollowed-out grid. The silk ropes on the backs of the freshmen's hands occasionally reflected light brightly, proving that Yi Meizi was still in control of everything.
Mathematical papers began to appear on those tables. Of course, Yimeizi's spell was quite reasonable. When the calculation papers appeared on those tables, the box guarded by a rickety school janitor beside him saw that it was gradually becoming empty.
"Then I'll just stretch my bowels." The gray dwarf seemed to be stunned before he remembered to answer. He turned and looked at him. "I seem to have missed something important. Tell me."
"You haven't proven that you are." Yi Cha didn't look at him. "But it doesn't matter. You probably won't be able to pass the test."
"Would you believe me if I said that I haven't understood a word of yours since we started standing next to this pillar?"
"Of course I believe it," Icha said.
"Tell me, comrade! You can guess."
Yi Cha lowered his head and looked at the gray dwarf's wide eyes for a while. Sighed. "Okay. That's it-"
That's right.
There are three ways to know the truth.
One is the Nesis method: through observation, simply and intuitively understand everything that is happening in the world. The other is the Yimetz method: first figure out the smallest unit that can be subdivided and the underlying development rules, and then use powerful computing power to calculate everything.
And there is Beelzebub's method: first casually say a "truth", and then destroy all things that contradict it, thereby transforming it into "the only real truth."
It's obvious. The first method has extremely high requirements on vision and viewing angle. As long as the eyes are blinded (as in the case of Blue Lewin, the Featherless One is a hindrance to Nesis), the results of this method will be problematic. The second type is full of efficiency problems in theoretical transformation. "Everywhere" means "everywhere", and it is extremely difficult for anyone to do it. The third type seems to be the most perfect, and the threshold is relatively low in comparison.
The problem is that while users of the first two methods are still likely to reach some degree of agreement, users of the third method are almost completely unlikely. The low threshold becomes a fatal problem at this time.
The enemy of the first method is shielding. The enemy of the second approach is error. The enemy of the third method is a stronger force (not on your side).
"So, if Metz wants to reach the truth of immortality, he must screen out individuals who will not make mistakes." Yicha said to the gray dwarf. "And this also coincides with the characteristics of life - life is not like death, it cannot tolerate too many mistakes. If you want to achieve eternal life, you have to make fewer mistakes."
Yi Cha felt that he had explained it quite clearly. Unfortunately, the gray dwarf still asked: "Why?"
"what why?"
"Why immortality. I've asked you several times." The gray dwarf frowned, as if he was the impatient one. "I have just been resurrected and you are telling me this kind of thing... We are just here to go to school. Why do you want us to reach the truth of eternal life? Why does the dean want to torment us freshmen? I know we all signed the agreement, and we also These are guys who have nowhere to go. But..."
He remembered something and looked up and down dramatically to check. "That's right. Why are you here again? You're just here to take a look and don't plan to do anything?"
Yicha waved to Yimeiz. Leave the gray dwarf and walk outside. He has made it very clear. Anyway, the fourth way to know the truth is definitely not to ask him to explain it again.
Look, Yimeiz has already figured it out. Since he can come, he is not afraid of him knowing. Because this fact is neither good nor bad, and the scope is small. Even if he knew it, there was no reason to stop it, and he even planned to use it for Dosmas. One Metz naturally counts. Such delayed cooperation can indeed only be established with the support of the computing power of the original Olympian.
Um. Nothing wrong. Since transformation into a dead spirit is not feasible, then transformation into life should be the next best thing. Life is absolutely afraid of making mistakes, but absolute immortality is even more harsh on mistakes. What such an individual can achieve is exactly what Olympiad Glory wants to achieve.
Maybe this isn’t the next best thing.
(End of chapter)
