Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Star: Zandal's teacher is something else!]

[Himeko: Logically speaking, he should have been far ahead of his "good student," but he still gave Zandal a final lesson, pointing out the immense risks involved without using any obscure metaphors. "The prison of knowledge," "overturning the galaxy"—he saw the future clearly and fulfilled the responsibility of a teacher.]

[Fu Xuan: However, Zandal didn't listen; he was even "astonished and angry." Clearly, he was extremely resentful, to the point of stubbornly making the decision he would regret for the rest of his life.]

[Jingyuan: It's undeniable that Zandal's teacher was remarkably insightful. But as a genius far surpassing his teacher, did Zandal himself truly realize very little about this?]

[Black Tower: Hmph, how could he be so confused? But he absolutely couldn't control himself. For those who aren't geniuses, this might be hard to understand, but for a fellow genius, his thoughts at the time couldn't be clearer.]

At this point, her expression turned slightly somber. Would she, one day in the future, also find herself trapped in her own web of problems, just like Zandal is today?

"Hmph, geniuses, what a bunch of problem children. But who can blame them for the founder being like this?" She couldn't help but chuckle, casually sharing her answer in the group chat.

[Black Tower: Curious. That's why!]

[March 7th: Is it really that simple?]

[Black Tower: It's that simple! These two words, for others, might be completely forgotten once the blanket is pulled back, but for geniuses, perhaps this is the true first cause of life, irresistible.]

[Screw Gum: Undeniably, this is the driving force behind the achievements of geniuses, but at the same time, it has also become a kind of curse. While the universe enjoys the conveniences brought by geniuses such as synesthetic beacons, it is finally tasting the bitter fruit of its liberation from the constraints of reason. Faced with this, even a rational person can become unreasonably confident, believing that things will definitely develop for the better without any safeguards, thus disregarding everything.]

[Jingyuan: If I could hear the Way in the morning and die in the evening, would that be acceptable?]

[Lagushi: Yes. Before that incident, Zandal would have answered without hesitation. Then he regretted it. That's curiosity—the mountain geniuses conquer at all costs, and also the boulder that crushes their spines.]

"Hiss... Ha..." March 7th nodded in amazement, then turned to Dan Heng and said, "Why is the script on the Immortal Ship so hard to understand one minute and so easy to understand the next? What does that 'tide news' or 'way' mean?"

Dan Heng rolled his eyes at the ceiling. So you didn't understand?

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening." Simply put, it means that as long as one can catch a glimpse of the truth, even death would be worthwhile.

He stared at the content on the screen, when suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

[Danheng: In a sense, the Venerable Master of Broad Knowledge can be seen as a concrete manifestation of the concept of "curiosity" taken to its extreme?]

[Lagushi: Indeed, that's one way to understand it. He enslaved everything to satisfy his own curiosity... but fortunately, Zandal realized this.]

The light screen flickered, and the watch part of the outfit lit up.

Skipping over the basic information, the story behind it is revealed directly to everyone.

[From the day the Learned One ascended to godhood, Zandal's clock stopped. He was determined to destroy his past, some of his writings and inventions—those erased traces all pointed to the destiny of the enlightened being and the star god.]

[Black Tower: No wonder there's only a few fragmentary pieces of information about Zandal, aside from the creation of the Wise One; it turns out he destroyed it himself.]

[Star: Is this really necessary? Even if you sell from day to night, and from night to dawn, you can't kill off the learned scholar, can you?]

Before anyone could think things through, a sharp female voice suddenly broke the silence.

"That is a feat that no genius in later generations could surpass. Even its creator had no right to destroy it..."

Along with her words came a knife from the law of causality, which pierced Zandal's frail neck.

"Your works were destroyed too quickly; your last words should be spoken more slowly."

[Black Tower: Silent Lord! Ha, compared to Zandal, you're slow.]

Polka Kakamu: ...Hmph.

Zandal scorned the approaching death, and equally disdainful of the "doll girl" who was inflicting it upon him: "The Silent Lord? A prisoner obsessed with the 'Omniscient Realm.' Unfortunately, my intentions are not as unfathomable as my research suggests, which is why you easily targeted me. You seek to maintain the boundaries of His mind, while I must break free of the cage and unleash the possibilities of chaos—"

"Heh, I must correct the errors and make sure He is not reborn. Therefore, those writings and inventions... including 'The Complete Zandal I. Kuwabara' will not remain in the world."

After destroying Zandal's physical body, Polka Kaka immediately realized how he had eliminated himself and how he had preserved the Executor—his mind fragments were scattered throughout the vast galaxy, nowhere to be found, just like a true "hermit".

The clock of Zandal's mind did not truly stop; his thought processes were situated within all of "time."

[Star: Wow! Zandal is ruthless! Looking at it this way, the Silent Lord wasn't late; she fell into Zandal's trap from the very beginning, getting tricked like a spoiled little sister!]

[March 7th: Then he doesn't need to give his complete self... Wait, is it curiosity again? Is this thing really that terrifying for geniuses? He's already stumbled once, and he can't even guarantee he won't repeat the same mistake?]

[Black Tower: What else? You need to understand, the higher the level of genius, the less control they have over their curiosity. ...I was wondering why the senior would dissect himself. Even if the original body wasn't particularly skilled in combat, there was no need to destroy it. It turns out that to block the escape route of the erudite one, he destroyed his complete self, along with the data that might help "resurrect" the erudite one. Zandal may still exist in fragmented form, but the legend of creating a god with a mortal body has been completely dismantled by his own hands.]

[Dr. Truth: Curiosity... Satisfying it so relentlessly, between it and genius, who is the master and who is the servant? This could almost be the subject of a high-quality satirical piece.]

The light flowed slowly. This time, a faint light shone from the jacket.

And this time, the text is particularly unusual.

[During the construction of the Star Computer project, Zandal's attire was highly distinctive, with precise shoulder lines, a cinched waist, and perfectly straight trousers—he didn't hesitate to display his extraordinary elitist consciousness and desire for control.]