After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

Then, those words, calm to the point of being icy, were uttered from Charles's mouth:

“Senior Norton—”

"Maybe--"

"This world is inherently discontinuous."

Chapter Seventy: The Tower of Babel and the Space Elevator (8k)

"Can someone knowledgeable explain what happened?"

"So what exactly happened at the Arcane Council meeting? The world is... discontinuous? What does that mean?"

"I didn't understand, but I was deeply moved..."

"I've seen this kind of thing many times. All I can say is that those who know, know; those who don't, I won't explain further. Just keep it to yourself. Don't ask me what's going on, because I don't know either..."

"My head is so itchy... What's wrong? Is it possible that my brain is growing in?"

In the official Black Tower livestream room opened by Aisveta, a barrage of comments flew by rapidly.

Most of the viewers in the live stream had not studied arcane magic...

Therefore, what Sharl said in the Arcane Hall was merely impressive but incomprehensible to them. They could only vaguely guess from the live stream that Sharl's conclusion was extraordinary, but it didn't have any substantial impact...

Is the world discontinuous? Is magic discontinuous?

so what?

Anyway, we'll still eat and drink as usual...

In the world as they perceived it based on past experience—

The fireball spell still requires a casting time...

Even with countless refining and tempering techniques, the sword energy emitted still possesses a trajectory that can be observed and deciphered...

Even for extraordinary individuals, advancement still requires diligent cultivation day after day, year after year. Even if one possesses exceptional talent, or encounters extraordinary adventures and rare treasures like those in bards' tales, it can only accelerate the advancement process, never skip it...

The afternoon in this world is still sunny and bright, just like the scenery we experience thousands of times every day... plain and enduring.

but--

For those who can truly understand this statement, it is nothing short of a raging storm.

.......

The capital of the Aran Empire.

In a simple suburban mansion, Isabella was lounging on a beanbag chair.

This was also a product that Charles recommended to her, and after using it a few times, Isabella became quite fond of it.

Although she was designated as the heir to the empire, Isabella preferred to stay in this quiet mansion rather than the royal palace in the capital.

With her beautiful, dark purple eyes, she gazed at the glowing magic crystal screen before her. Her black and red military uniform was spotless, exuding a serious and sharp aura.

As the heir to the Aran Empire, she naturally wouldn't miss this grand arcane event.

After all, while the theoretical frontiers of arcane magic may seem ethereal, they are actually directly linked to the application of magical artifacts...

Perhaps a seemingly insignificant research result presented at the Arcane Council today will lead to groundbreaking applications years or even decades later.

For example, the "magic superconductivity" technology, which is well-developed at the application level in Akshia's area, has already created a huge trend among the various kingdoms...

Creations such as "anti-city magic cannons", "giant construct battle armor", and "armored floating fortresses", which were originally just hypothetical, have now been included in the military plans of major forces... Perhaps prototypes will be completed within a few years.

“Norton…”

Isabella watched the live stream, a faint glint of light flashing in her dark purple eyes.

She was no stranger to this dwarven archmage, and the dwarves and the Aran Empire generally had a good relationship.

But at this moment, watching him arguing with Ciel like a roar on the judging panel, Isabella felt a pang of displeasure.

"Sir Kohler...the things they are arguing about..."

"That so-called discontinuity..."

Isabella paused abruptly, her spirited brows furrowing slightly.

With her legendary swordsman's perception, Isabella could sense the almost rampaging magical fluctuations around her...

She turned her head and saw that the highly respected court arcane mage beside her was holding his head in his hands, his eyes glazed over.

The overflowing magic surged wildly around the old man, scratching tiny cracks in the wooden tables and chairs in the room, making them creak.

Even among his long, graying beard, faint traces of dark red blood oozed from his facial features.

"Sir Kohler, calm down!"

Isabella frowned and shouted, unleashing the full force of a legendary powerhouse to suppress the chaotic magical fluctuations.

The court arcanist named Kohler also regained some clarity amidst that imposing aura.

He seized the opportunity, mustered his remaining rationality, and forcibly suppressed the rampaging mental energy.

"My apologies, Your Highness..."

Old Kohler's aged voice slowly rang out, tinged with a hint of lingering fear: "If it weren't for your timely intervention, I would probably have fallen into a semi-mad state of magical rampage. Even if I had managed to recover, it would have likely resulted in damage to my understanding of the world... and my magical cultivation would probably have been unable to make any further progress."

Isabella's delicate brows furrowed even more: "The research findings that Charles published..."

Is it really that shocking?

She is a swordsman-type superhuman, and her understanding of magic is limited to combat intelligence. Therefore, she naturally needs a professional advisor in the relevant field to attend the Arcane Council meeting.

But I never expected this...

This most senior wizard in the Aran Empire, who had once assisted her father and was only one step away from becoming a legend, almost lost his mind after hearing just a few words from the live stream.

If an eighth-ring mage were to perish as a result, it would be an immeasurable loss, even for the size of the Aran Empire.

"Your Highness, you are not a sorcerer, so naturally it's difficult for you to understand..."

Old Kohler gave a wry smile, his aged eyes still filled with undisguised shock and lingering fear.

Simply put...

"In the two thousand years since the Black Tower was established, based on two major theories of mechanics and magnetic fields... and through the revisions and improvements of generations of wizards, the system of classical arcane magic has become relatively complete."

"Currently, almost all existing fields in the mainstream wizarding world, whether it is spell construction, magical artifact building, or illusion creation, are completely rooted in the arcane edifice formed by these three basic theoretical systems."

"But His Majesty Charles... put forward that viewpoint, or rather, hypothesis..."

"However, it diverged greatly from the classic arcane system, or rather, from the history of magic in the Western Continent..."

"This is tantamount to... taking over the arcane edifice that countless arcane sorcerers have firmly believed in over the past, and even the entire history of the Western Continent's wizarding civilization over the past two thousand years..."

"Give them all, deny them all..."

Old Kohler's pupils contracted slightly.

"Your Highness, this reminds me of those unverifiable ancient legends circulating in the Dawn World..."

“A group of mortals wanted to go to the heavenly kingdom where the gods resided... so they joined forces.”

"This group of people spent hundreds... even thousands of years, generations of hard work, and countless people died from exhaustion and accidents during the construction of the tower..."

"Finally, the Tower of Babel, reaching to the sky, is nearing completion. It is majestic and magnificent, rich and splendid, reaching straight to the heavens... People are overjoyed."

"But later, the god who dwells in the clouds discovered all this, and He was furious that mortals as lowly as dust dared to attempt to touch His realm..."

"So God used His divine power to break the Tower of Babel that reached to the heavens, and destroyed the shared cultural heritage of mankind, forcing them to speak different languages..."

"Thus, the people who were once united could no longer communicate, fell apart, and went their separate ways..."

"Only that broken tower remains, a testament to how thousands of years of human effort have vanished like a dream..."

Old Kohler paused slightly after speaking.

"The scene before me... is so similar to the legend of that dawning world..."

"However, it was not a god who personally broke that towering pagoda..."

"But rather, it's the leaders among wizards, it's us humans..."

His aged eyes were filled with sorrow and sighs...

It was as if one could already see that magnificent and dazzling arcane temple, built over two thousand years of wind and rain, reduced to ruins in a burst of brilliant flames.

However, immediately afterwards—

Old Kohler saw Isabella shake her head.

.......

"Lord Kohler... I know nothing about arcane magic, and I won't say anything more about it."

"But... when I was traveling the continent as an adventurer, I heard Sharl tell a similar story..."

Isabella's voice was cool and calm.

She is not an expert in arcane arts.

However, Isabella understands Charles...