I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 666 The Origin of the Title (26)

After the pain comes the black prison.

Now Chen Yu can neither hear nor see. His tendons in his hands and feet have been completely severed, and he can only wriggle like a maggot.

Someone was speaking in his ear, and someone was carving words on his body. The magical runes amplified his senses a thousandfold, allowing him to constantly feel pain.

Although his body was in excruciating pain, the murderous intent in his heart never disappeared.

Because my five senses were shut down, the last scene before I went blind was recalled a thousand times, making his resentment never subside.

I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
Kill kill kill kill kill!

His enemies seemed unwilling to let him die sooner, and instead began to torment him relentlessly, subjecting him to all sorts of cruel punishments, making him feel like he was in hell every moment.

The long torment seemed endless, but at some point, Chen Yu could no longer feel the pain.

The body seemed to have become immune to pain, and the tormentor had lost the will to continue. The broken body was thrown somewhere and left to fend for itself.

After an unknown amount of time, the broken body finally began to recover, and the injured eyes began to improve.

With his remaining eyesight, Chen Yu began to observe his surroundings.

It was a narrow cell, littered with bones, and the walls were covered with scratch marks.

I wonder how many people have been imprisoned here, gradually losing their minds and going insane during the long torture.

Leaning against the wall to prop himself up, Chen Yu realized that he was shockingly thin.

How can someone be so thin?

His once strong arms were now just skin and bones, and rubbing his face felt like two bones were fighting. Although there was no mirror, Chen Yu knew he must look extremely haggard; he could easily pass for a skeleton.

The fact that he didn't die can only mean that he has an abnormal constitution or special supernatural powers and skills that allowed him to persevere.

However, one's body can only remain alive; recovery is extremely difficult.

Moreover, because he had been imprisoned for too long, Chen Yu felt that he was losing his rationality and his primordial spirit was collapsing. However, the thought that his friends and relatives were still trapped in the Human Emperor's Banner made him unwilling to leave.

Think about it.

You need to think about it!
Thinking allows one to maintain their existence and stay here longer.

Think about it!
But what should we be thinking about?
The confusion in his mind almost caused Chen Yu to collapse again, but he didn't want to leave because he wanted to witness the end.

In this dream, he sensed the dreamer's resentment and despair, but also discerned his indomitable will.

Think about it!
In the darkness, Chen Yu could barely make out some things.

The symbols on the wall were somewhat blurry, but he could still make out some things. He groped his way over and, following the marks on the wall, read the words on them.

The square of A plus the square of B equals the square of C; this expression has positive integer solutions.

But for cubes and larger, are there no positive integer solutions?

Why is that?

How can this be proven?

In just four sentences, he raised a century-old problem, leaving Chen Yu stunned for a moment.

Isn't this Fermat's Last Theorem?
Mathematicians from all walks of life seem to arrive at the same conclusion by different paths, eventually encountering similar problems and beginning to think about similar solutions.

However, this issue involves too many data tools, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to even understand the relevant proofs.

Within this cage, answering this question was nearly impossible. But this question stabilized Chen Yu's consciousness, solidified his primordial spirit, and prompted him to seriously consider, summarize, and repeatedly ask himself this question:

why?

Picking up a bone, Chen Yu began to try to understand and prove the problem.

He couldn't quite understand what he was writing, but he tried to comprehend it. Thinking was necessary in this almost eternal place, and it was necessary for him as well.

It doesn't matter if you can't think of anything right now; just keep thinking.

He listed out formulas he couldn't understand, and a large number of ideas were constantly being unearthed. Soon, the walls of the cage were covered with various symbols, and then new symbols and proofs were covered on top of those symbols.

During his long imprisonment, he experienced distress, confusion, and even found himself in a dead end more than a dozen times, only to have to erase the previous content and start over.

However, compared to the torment, the pleasure of thinking gradually emerged. A small question sparked endless thinking in Chen Yu, and he began to seek answers.

After the wall was covered twenty-one times, the bearded "Chen Yu" finally put down the bone in his hand.

He had used up over a hundred bones in the cell, and the white bone powder piled up here like snow.

Blowing away the bone dust on the ground, Chen Yu said with satisfaction, "I think this is enough."

Bowing in the empty cell, Chen Yu felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

The problem was solved, and my consciousness finally stabilized. Then…

That is power!

A certain star deity's gaze fell upon him because of the proof, and in return, a sound of satisfaction rang out. The star deity's blessings and titles descended upon him, filling him with power and courage.

Immense magical power and blessings appeared together, and his withered body, like parched earth, frantically absorbed the magical power, stimulating his spiritual roots and rapidly restoring him to his peak condition.

That's it!

I am who I am!
I am Zhao Ziri, the Math Prince!
As soon as this thought arose, his supernatural power emerged. He recalled the supernatural power called "Endless Life," which also made him understand why Teacher Zhao was facing this calamity.

All of this is because of this supernatural power.

Once a supernatural power is proven, it is eternally proven, and even if one enters the cycle of reincarnation, it is difficult to separate from it.

There can only be one unique supernatural power, and as long as it remains within Teacher Zhao's body, no one else can obtain it.

For this supernatural power, Teacher Zhao was constantly tormented, in an attempt to make him voluntarily give it up and eventually transfer it to someone else.

"It's just a supernatural power! Jade Capital University, you deserve to die!"

He punched open the door, and the guard at the door looked at him in astonishment, but then Chen Yu pressed him down and shoved him hard against the wall.

Dropping the half-person in his hand, Chen Yu strode forward, feeling a continuous surge of power.

Nourished by the magic, his physical body began to recover continuously, even to the point of over-recovery.

His body began to reach its peak, and he continued to break through. Martial arts moves that he could not understand before began to emerge one after another, making him aware of his continuous improvement with every step he took.

Qi Refining Perfected, Kill!

Swordplay prodigy, kill!

Foundation Establishment experts, kill them!

After kicking a Foundation Establishment cultivator until his internal organs were shattered and he was in a state worse than death, Chen Yu suddenly pulled out the cultivator's spine and, holding the cultivator's bones which had been tempered and refined over time, charged upwards.

Today, I'm going to go on a killing spree!
(End of this chapter)