Luo Binhan's escape route planning was more successful than he expected. He pretended to sprint to the door, then turned back when Jing Huang flashed in his face, grabbed the black cat and asked it to take him to a world without books. Even though the black cat responded by slapping him in the face with its tail, at least he struggled for another half minute while Jing Huang dragged him back to the book.
"Strong melons are not sweet!" he shouted.
"Shit." Jing Huang said, "I'll be satisfied."
Luo Binhan firmly protested against this inhumane behavior. He reminded Jing Huang that if he deliberately didn't want to read a book, it would be useless even if he stuck it on his face. And if Jing Huang had a way to make the contents of this book directly engraved into his heart, it would be a best-of-both-worlds solution - but if it were so convenient, how could there be any more stupid people in this world?
"How long does it take to read this book?" he asked warily.
"It's very fast. The red light bulb said that this book is a comprehensive version, and it generally does not require entry-level readers to fully master it. It is enough to understand it enough to pass the elementary knowledge test. In your hometown, it is the entrance test. You have been out for so long. Now, you can give it a try. If your score is high enough, some sects in the White Tower will be willing to accept you to participate in apprenticeship training."
Luo Binhan was surprised that Jing Huang actually knew about the entrance examination, and his ideas were similar to Bang Bang's. But he still said to Jing Huang: "Master, do you remember the dead pigeon in my room?"
"what?"
"When I bought that pigeon, it was said to be only useful for those who had gone to school." Luo Binhan said, "There are no more than five people on the street who are not illiterate, and one of them is our Mr. Ya. Tell me Is this easy? I hope you know that although country bumpkins can’t read well, they are not easy to deceive.”
The black cat made intermittent snorts from its nasal cavity. "A dog's nose is more useful than his head." It commented mockingly, "You know very well that he will not become a mage or any other wise person. He himself has no aspirations. And you still plan on him. waste time?"
"Yes." Jing Huang said, "I feel uncomfortable seeing him idle now."
"What's going on? Can you supervise me 24 hours a day? Don't you want to sleep?"
"I'll let that dead bulb eye supervise you," Jing Huang said expressionlessly, "I'll tell him that if you pass the intermediate intelligence test, you will hopefully apply for the Security Department in Central City to serve as his long-term human body. His brother He is from the Kingdom of Light. If there are no restrictions on land rights, it is not a big problem whether he can use the human body or not. This may not be the case for him. Although it is useless for you to call him now, if you can improve your intelligence high enough, maybe you will. improve."
Until then, Luo Binhan still didn't take this matter seriously. He thought Jing Huang was just talking, but then Jing Huang got up and left again. As soon as the door closed behind him, Luo Binhan rushed over and tried to open it, only to find that Jing Huang had locked the door with a certain password.
"Fuck." He asked Black Cat in disbelief, "Is he serious?"
"I think," said Black Cat, tiptoing, "that he's a little worried."
"What are you worried about?"
"Just think of this as good news. Will will be interested - he knows the kid's mother, but not the kid. Their schedules are always deliberately staggered to avoid causing any trouble. Accident. As for you, I suggest you ignore this matter and think about how you will spend the rest of your days."
Luo Binhan's attention was indeed diverted by the last sentence. He could actually use the dagger on his body to destroy the door of this room and then hide in his own room. But he didn't want to do this, because after all, this was Upsilon's ship, and there might not be a nanny like ∈ to clean up the mess, and Upsilon treated him well. Besides, that's not a long-term solution.
He sat back down and stared at the book on the table. It is nearly 25 centimeters thick and the paper size is close to A4 paper. He couldn't even pick the book up between the tiger's jaws. How many words can be printed here? He hoped that it would be best like the one taken away by Asabam, which was completely blank except for the beginning; or that there were only one or two words on each page, allowing him to turn through it like a fan.
Finally he picked it up, held it on his lap and looked through it. He first turned over the cover and saw a giant head with simple lines drawn on the title page. It seems to be smiling, but its detailed features are vague, so it is somewhat similar to Momolo and Upsilon. Luo Binhan is quite satisfied with this page.
"Quite interesting." He commented. Turned another page. There is not much text on the following page, it is more like some kind of table of contents, but there are no page numbers, perhaps because it was not presented in the form of a written book. Luo Binhan scanned every word on this page one by one:
1. The infinity of mathematics: before the blueprint
2. Blueprint: Create endless creative opportunities
3. Wishing Machine: Construction and Contact
4. Ascension of Knowledge: The Road to Infinity
5. Wishing machine interaction: levels, comparisons and wars
6. Wishing Machine Application: Fifteen Examples of Common Models and Alliance Discussions
7. How to deal with yourself: disappear, collapse or shift, in the blocked finitude
8. References
Appendix 1. Translation table of common terms related to the alliance
Appendix 2. Common laws, regulations, management measures and recommended treaties related to the alliance and the regimes involved
He read every word carefully, closed the book calmly, and smiled at the void above his knees. He didn't panic or rush, everything was as expected.
The black cat sneaked up to the stage and stared at him: "What are you doing?"
"I accept my fate." Luo Binhan said, took two deep breaths and then opened the next page. Dense black characters rushed toward him:
From the "human perfection" and "reaching directly to the stars" claimed by the White Tower Secret Alliance to the "perfect form" claimed by the seventh iteration of the Alliance, from the "never stop" declaration proudly claimed by the Mental Branch to the "never stop" declaration that is still known to the world today. Astonished by the instantaneous completion of the Supernova Lighthouse Power Station in the Galaxy Front 0-3-2117 theater, we need to accept and notice that endless theories and applications are flourishing in every corner of the alliance-controlled area. Based on all the motivations mentioned above and the inheritance and remembrance of our regretful past, the author believes that the necessity of writing this work has matured in the actual control area of the modern Everlight Realm.
It should be noted that this work refers to the era of modern times often called "changes", "eternal darkness", and "heavy tribulation", that is, the alliance participated in our historical line 31-531-21173, which is also based on the modern eternal light realm. Records and terminology specifications for the period from 25764.79 to the present during the Pre-Central Dark Period of the National Academy of Sciences. This attempt to construct a narrative that is more understandable and culturally consistent for outsiders can be problematic. For this reason, this work has been translated into seven different main versions according to different star realm regions for readers to choose as appropriate.
The above is a brief explanation of why and how this book was written. And if we must summarize, we can point out that this work is about the most ambitious theme we may encounter so far: infinity, or the road to infinity; the failure and success of the way to infinity; and your observations every time you step further How the conclusion might be biased or misunderstood, or how it might be developed further.
"Have you finished reading?" Black Cat said. At this moment, it had jumped onto Luo Binhan's shoulder and studied the contents of the book with him. From its disapproving tone, Luo Binhan had no way of knowing how much it had mastered. He had no choice but to ask with regret: "Can you understand everything easily?"
"To be honest, no," said the black cat, "Will always tells me news in dreams, because I hate words, that's not the way cats like to communicate. Some of your abstract symbols are hard for me to distinguish. But given that I have lived for such a long time, and it is not difficult to learn three or four kinds. That kid didn’t lie to you, this book doesn’t seem to involve technical details. Humph, it’s a boring book.”
It directed Luo Binhan to turn back a few pages. They quickly came to the first chapter shown in the table of contents - Mathematical Infinity: A Blueprint. Luo Binhan saw that the opening chapter of it read like this:
The concept of infinity has lingered in our minds for so long that the specific duration has become indistinguishable. All realist, fictionalist, constructionist, formalist and all other discussions are facing this challenge. Scholars who seek reality must answer a series of questions about it, from the tiniest details to the vastest expanses of stars, the universe, the past and the future. Can things be divided infinitely? Will the search for the basic components of matter be divided into microscopic areas forever? Is there a minimal shape, existence or time? How long will the universe survive? Will we be able to survive forever? What is "Never Stop"? Is infinity a serious accusation that we are not seeking a clear reality, or is it part and parcel of some ultimate questions and their answers? So theorists have begun to classify and classify the infinite, so as to find their own solutions to these problems. And this is how, in the infancy of civilization, we first encountered mathematics—the practical science of infinity.
He finally couldn't help but sigh sadly. For the universe. For life. For infinity. For all the educational lessons he had managed to escape in his past life. His childhood was over. He is going to start primary school. But is it all worth it? Why wasn't he beaten to death by Asabam earlier? When he thought this, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a wave of silver-white light poured into the room. The black cat hissed angrily, turned over and fell into the gap between Luo Binhan and the back of the seat.
"Mr. Luo! I heard from Mr. Xuanhong that you need help!"
Luo Binhan rubbed his eyes twice and said, "I am making a difficult choice."
"No matter how difficult it is, please feel free to ask me for help!"
"...Okay." Luo Binhan said stiffly. He did have several ways to send Momolo away, but he still forced himself to continue: "I have a book here. I don't understand it. Can you explain it?"
Momolo puffed up his chest and patted his chest as if he were emitting light.
"Please feel free to leave it to me!" he declared with confidence.
