Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

Chapter 217 Jia Xiu's New Mission
Although Mia has never been a teacher, she is still very tolerant of clumsy intelligent beings.

After all, I have several years of experience in academic paper writing.

Those who need essay writing services, especially for professional papers and not for easy courses, are obviously not reliable students.

Therefore, in her career as a ghostwriter, Mia has encountered many students who, in her opinion, are as stupid as they can get.

I didn't understand the format or the requirements, and even though I had already finished writing, I still couldn't understand the final draft when it was time to submit it. She had to explain it to me several times before I could finish the payment...

But those students were simply "exceptionally intelligent" compared to the current demon kingpin.

After several hours of instruction, Mia was completely convinced that this succubus had risen to the top through sheer ability, not through any underhanded tactics.

I don't think they have the brains for it.

Mia was in agony; she felt like a human and a demon were torturing each other here.

If you can't understand what's being taught, why can't you learn it?

Those who are listening to the lecture can't understand why they can learn it.

If it were just difficult to learn, that would be fine. But this lustful demon also liked to interpret the theorem with his own understanding, getting stuck in a dead end of "I think this and that".

Mia strongly suspected that this succubus actually didn't want to learn proper mathematics at all.

Rather, it was a kind of "mathematics" as she understood it.

She recalled a type of science enthusiast that Jia Xiu had described to her, the "folk scientist," who, according to Jia Xiu, was someone who lacked professional scientific literacy but stubbornly believed in their own understanding.

Mia had never met anyone like this before. She couldn't understand how someone could be so confident as to be paranoid while lacking professional skills.

She saw it today.

Why aren't the extreme points of a function necessarily stationary points?

The leader of the lustful demons asked the question with a sincere expression.

"Because the extreme points of a function may be non-differentiable, in which case the extreme points are not stationary points."

Why is it not differentiable?

"Because the function may be discontinuous at that point."

Why can a function be discontinuous?

"It, it can indeed be discontinuous."

Mia didn't even know why she was getting hung up on this issue.

“Master, I think,” the leader of the Desire Demons said very seriously, “since we are teaching calculus, why should non-differentiable terms be included? So the premise should be differentiable, and then the extreme points must be stationary points.”

Mia was speechless.

Looking at the exquisite and androgynous face of this succubus, she really wanted to slap him, but no, that wasn't something a teacher should do, and besides, she couldn't beat him even if she did slap him.

A complex mix of emotions surged within her. She had so much to say, yet she didn't know how to express it. It all felt heavy in her chest, like a large stone pressing down on her reason.

After a fierce internal struggle, Mia let out a long sigh.

"you are right."

She chose to comply.

Mia figured it out. She wasn't here to be a teacher, so why should she be responsible for this succubus? Who knows when the war might break out again, and they'd still be enemies.

Put aside academic standards and respect his fate.

Interpret it however you like; it's even better if you misunderstand it completely, and it would be best if you could lead a whole bunch of devils astray.

Could this be considered a small contribution she made to hindering the development of devilish mathematics?

Hearing Mia affirm her idea, the succubus's eyes lit up.

"What does this textbook say?"

"The textbook is wrong."

Mia answered without hesitation.

At this moment, the lustful demon seemed to have found a kindred spirit.

"Indeed, that's exactly right. I've always felt that there were problems with this textbook, which is why it was so difficult to learn. Now that you've said this, it has given me back my confidence in math. I used to think it was my problem."

That's your problem.

Mia thought to herself, but smiled and agreed.

Just accomplish the goal of recruiting a bunch of devils to be guinea pigs, and let the rest be whatever.

Go ahead and make predictions; with your algorithmic skills, you'll never escape the consequences of your predictions.

Even with these thoughts, Mia still felt somewhat upset.

It's incredibly uncomfortable for a math prodigy like her to pretend to be stupid when it comes to math.

It felt like she had become "dirty" even though the mission objective had been achieved.

I wonder how things went for everyone else...

Meanwhile, on the other side of Goward, in the stinking open-air garbage dump, was the territory of Jupiter, the leader of the demon gang.

Ram calmly adjusted her breathing.

His cannibalistic bloodline grants him a super sense of smell, making him more sensitive to strong, pungent odors than normal people. Therefore, he learned early on to block out his sense of smell when necessary.

This may also be one of the basic skills of ogres, because the places where ogres live are notoriously filthy and chaotic.

They eat, drink, and relieve themselves all in one place, without bathing or cleaning. Compared to this garbage dump, it's no less impressive except for its smaller size.

Many adventurers, after defeating the ogres, have been knocked unconscious by the strong stench when they tried to enter the ogre's cave to search for treasure.

The cannibal was able to live so peacefully because of its unique skill of blocking its sense of smell.

Now, Ram, transformed into an orc, is dressed as an artist.

He plays a magical sculptor.

They came to sculpt the slime monster Jubilee.

This great demon's greatest hobby is finding someone to transform it into a non-mud-like form, and in various different ways. Early cosplay enthusiasts emphasized the importance of shaping the form, not simply deforming it.

If it transforms directly, what's the difference between it and a shapeshifter?

In the magical arts industry, there are specialized sculptors who differ from ordinary sculptors in that they can utilize materials that are not normally available.

For example, water.

On the campus of Sant'Dero, there is a fountain sculpted in the shape of a herd of wild horses.

Despite being made entirely of water, it consistently maintains the image of a horse exuding speed.

Ram took an elective course on magical sculpture.

The results were very good.

He felt that this thing could help the craftsman's profession, at the very least, it could make the finished products look much better.

After nearly a semester of classes at San Deloitte, Ram had begun to realize that the things he had made before were indeed rather rough and not very attractive.

Ram is an ambitious and skilled craftsman who always strives to improve where he falls short.

There are quite a few artisans here today.

Some came voluntarily, while others were "invited" by Jubilee. Almost all of them wore masks, which seemed to have been soaked in some kind of solution to block out the overly strong smell here.

Ram could tell from their uneasy eyes that if they didn't do their job well here, they probably wouldn't have a good ending.

Just then, they heard a command from Zhu Bi not far away.

"Come on, Demon, treat this craftsman to a good meal."

Ram thought that the work here was paid for, until he saw the trembling, begging craftsman being taken away by two demons. One of them pressed him to the ground and pried his mouth open, while the other took a shovel, scooped up some garbage from the nearest pile, and slowly poured it into the poor craftsman's mouth.

Seeing this, Ram was slightly surprised; he didn't know how to block out his sense of taste.

The smell of this place is so strong that you have to block out your sense of smell; you can only imagine how the food must taste.

very scary.

However, since it wasn't killed outright, this slime monster must be considered a "mild" one among the demons. Generally speaking, if a demon doesn't satisfy a high-ranking demon, its death is usually more gruesome than imagined.

Even though the mortality rate is probably not optimistic after this shovelful of garbage is poured in, at least there is still hope for saving lives.

Perhaps it's because there are only so many craftsmen in Goward, and if they're not satisfied, they can't just kill them all.

The craftsmen present were fed a "feast" of garbage one after another.

Clearly, none of the work done today satisfied Jupiter.

Soon it was Ram's turn.

Upon closer inspection, this—no, this lump of slime—was unusually large.

It is about twice the height of a Ram, and its circumference is several times its height.

Its overall size is estimated to be roughly equivalent to that of a smaller sub-adult dinosaur.

Ram has already seen today's requirements. This lump of slime wants to be shaped into a dwarf-style house.

A very strange request.

However, Ram has seen many strange requests.

He had previously made a fake tail, with one end being a tail and the other end being a steel ball.

To this day, he still doesn't understand what that fake tail was for.

He simply does what is required; that's what professionalism is.

Jubi looked at the orc in front of him.

"I haven't seen you before. Are you new to Goward?"

"Yes, my name is La..."

Ram almost blurted out his name, but then remembered the fake name Jashu had given him.

"My name is Lala Fat."

To be honest, Ram didn't like the fake name. First, the pronunciation sounded strange, and second, it didn't seem to suit him.

But Jia Xiu said that it was precisely because of the mismatch that people wouldn't associate him with a tall, muscular, half-cannibal.

"Lala fat?"

This strange name immediately caused the demons to burst into laughter.

Ram remained unmoved. The demons burst into laughter, which was good; their laughter proved they weren't on guard, making it easier for him to carry out his work.

He calmly opened his toolbox and took out a series of sculpting tools that he had made himself.

And they began to bless these tools.

This is his standard workflow.

Seeing this, Jupiter became curious.

"what are you doing?"

"Make my tools happy."

Even a demon with a very unstable mental state would feel that the orc's mental state was probably too abnormal upon hearing this.

What kind of nonsense is this about making the tools happy?

What puzzled Jubi even more was...

With Ram's blessing, although these tools did not show any obvious changes in appearance, they had a strange feeling that they had become more useful.

Magic.

What kind of blessing spell is this?

"I can begin."

With Jubilee's permission, Ram began operating immediately.

As soon as he started working, a knowledgeable craftsman noticed something amiss.

"Something's not right. This orc is using a shaping spell with a very low success rate."

The group began to whisper among themselves.

"What do you mean?"

"This kind of magic has a low success rate, but the shaping time after it is done is extremely long. Sometimes it has little to do with skill and is almost entirely a matter of luck. It would be fine to use it to make inanimate objects, as you can try it repeatedly, but... there is no chance to try repeatedly here."

"Alright, another one of the VIPs in the garbage dump. I don't think he's been here before. Let's teach him how to induce vomiting later, and make friends as a result."

It's hard to say whether the craftsmen in Goward have improved their skills here, but they have certainly learned how to induce vomiting.

"Wait, that's not right, he actually succeeded on his first try!"

As they talked, they suddenly realized that Ram had actually sculpted a shape for Jupiter.

"He was just lucky."

"What good is good luck? He succeeded on the second try... How did he actually succeed?"

"Perhaps there is something real?"

"Impossible, how could this be? Success once or twice is the limit, I don't believe him..."

Subsequently, to the astonishment of the local artisans, Jubilee was gradually sculpted into exquisite mud houses.

The craftsmen were dumbfounded.

Jubilee was overjoyed.

Its love for cosplay is truly genuine.

He couldn't help but let out a strange laugh that was somewhere between "hehehe" and "hiahiahia".

Perhaps the slime monster's laugh is indeed that strange.

Because it was shaped like a house, the laughter echoed in the cavity inside, making it even more eerie.

"Excellent, very good. What reward do you need?"

Ram did not forget his boss's instructions.

I reviewed the process.

Jia Xiu outlined a flowchart for him, including first stating that he needed a demon, and if the other party asked what he needed the demon for, then proceed to step 2; otherwise, proceed to step 3...

A very thorough and detailed process.

After recalling the events, Ram slowly said, "I need some demons."

And he had already planned that if Jupiter asked, he would answer with a pre-prepared experimental answer...

"it is good."

Ok?
Ram has crashed.

This step isn't in the flowchart, so how come it's already in the first sentence?

Jubi continued, "You need demon slaves, right? Come on, take this Lala fat to the slave cages and pick whichever one you want."

Sometimes things go too smoothly, which can exceed expectations.

However, Ram is good at taking initiative.

After a few seconds of downtime, he decided to skip the unused steps and go straight to the last one.

"Ok."

A dozen minutes later, Ram left the junkyard with more than twenty demons.

Ram looked at his slaves.

"Um... I'll take you to my boss first..."

At this moment, Jassi, the leader of Ram, arrived at the experimental manor of the Unity Society with Margaret and Bubu.

The new round of experiments hasn't started yet, but people and demons have already started arriving one after another.

Jia Xiu had already investigated the reputation of this Unity Society in the city.

The feedback received was consistent.

The first one mentioned must have a strange idea.

The second point mentioned is that they are very violent.

As the youngest power in the city, they rose to prominence suddenly and rapidly.

In just two years, they have reached a point where they can compete with the other two companies and have begun to promote their ideas.

Therefore, before arriving here, Jia Xiu had imagined that this manor would be like a military camp, filled with violence.

On the surface, it appears to be a coexistence of humans and demons, but in reality, it is a way to cultivate a new generation of combat power for the organization.

But in fact it is not.

The manor exudes a peaceful and serene atmosphere, resembling a pastoral landscape painting.

Similar to those short videos that depict completely unrealistic rural scenes, yet appear enviable.

Are they really trying to unite humans and demons?

Jia Xiu was starting to have some self-doubt.

At that moment, the sect leader suddenly sent a message.

Mission: Investigate the secrets of the Unity Society Manor

Current progress: 0%/100%

(End of this chapter)