Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

[Gold dust: Money might actually be omnipotent in this universe; it can buy immortality, power, satisfaction...]

[Ying: Does your company really protect religious beliefs? I honestly didn't see that coming.]

[Jade: The company's motto has always been: Everything is dedicated to the King of Amber.]

[Ling: @Xing, you seem really inactive lately.]

[Star: Oh dear, something happened in March. We're preparing to head to Onphalus to rescue her.]

[Black Tower: Oh, I was just about to go explore Onpharos. I'll be there soon. First mirror…]

[Bai'er: Friends on the train, since you've decided to come here, let me show you the way.]

[Star: You're actually a pretty nice person.]

The self-reliant scholars who reside in the Galactic Library embark on an unprecedented academic exchange.

The first universal emergency printer was one of his academic achievements.

Xing stood up from the recliner, stretched, and prepared for a new day of work.

Go participate in interdisciplinary exchange activities.

Ismail served as a repository and transfer station for cosmic knowledge, and the knowledge it stored became the greatest reliance for scholars.

By utilizing the resources within the museum, everyone can achieve self-reliance and engage in learning and research.

Xing walked through the crowd and saw his old friend Pativia.

As the march began, the butterfly's wings captivated her, and the sudden surge of simple, righteous impulse led her to the forefront of the protest.

"Have you ever considered the possibility of that signal existing from a higher dimension?"

A female scholar next to Pativia, who was a bachelor's student studying multidimensional space, asked and offered her own thoughts.

Pativia's eyes lit up, and she transcribed the data she had saved into their model.

Xing followed and went closer to take a look.

We have finally seen the true nature of the signal... ripples penetrating the background of imaginary numbers.

It is born from an unknown point and disappears beyond an inaccessible realm. As long as it remains within the ripples, the mysterious error will always exist.

Pativia stared intently at the ripple.

"No matter the location, the ripple value is exactly the same, there is no attenuation, and it is unaffected by spacetime distortion, just like..."

Xing continued, "A solitary wave."

“That’s right.” Pativia looked excited. “If we can find the source of a solitary wave that is free from any interference, we can build a model that describes the trajectory of the universe using it as the origin.”

"This model will solve the fourth global problem presented at the futurology conference... Is the future of the universe certain or chaotic?"

Hei looked at Pattvia thoughtfully, then turned to Xingdao beside him.

"See? This is what I mean by luck."

In the most unlikely moment, I found the answer I had been searching for all my life.

Although a compromise from the Academy of Liberal Arts is imminent, she is currently nothing more than a down-on-his-luck scholar stranded in Ismail.

After Parthian's research was published, the scholars crowded around each other and sang in unison.

Looking up from above, in front of the book-shaped library, the crowd resembles a swarm of ants, poised to shake the riverbank that has stood for hundreds of Amber Ages.

This is an opportunity to redefine knowledge.

This is a knowledge singularity that has been discovered again in ten thousand years.

Black Tower silently watched the revelry. "Inspiration is like that," he said, "it only needs a little ripple to surface. And because of that, it's also easy to disappear..."

Chapter 230 The Iron Throne

Xing became interested. "Tell me about it."

Heta recalled, “When I was writing the last line of the Heta sequence, I briefly saw another world. It was so simple that even the feeling of having an audience with the Venerable Sirius could not compare to its subtlety.”

“But…” Black Tower gazed at the scholars coming and going below him, his gaze lingering on something further away.

A collapsed laboratory, a ruin that remained in her memory, a symbol of failure and shame.

Xing asked softly, "Another accident?"

Black Tower nodded in agreement.

"The explosion came from particles in the laboratory. Simply put, two ordinary particles turned into a bomb without any warning."

"When I woke up from the ruins, the scene I saw in a flash of inspiration had vanished without a trace."

Xing saw anger in the Black Tower's gaze.

“I found a rope to leave the circle of knowledge, and then it was cut.”

The black tower stepped forward, bathed in sunlight.

"But it can't control me; geniuses can't stay in the same circle forever."

Xing stared blankly at the black tower, as if she had picked up the key to break the rules, dazzling and radiant.

The scholars' singing grew louder and louder, "Let these self-righteous masters write hymns for themselves!"

"Let them confine themselves to their own schools of thought. We are incompetent mediocre people, but the wisdom of mediocre people is broader than that of wise men!"

The gates of the House of Commons are open to every seeker of knowledge.

"Hello, I'm Aha, hahahaha..."

"Hello, you're Aha, hahahaha..."

"In a simulated region of the universe, two masks gaze at each other, their laughter piercing through the virtual world."

"Aha has a brother now, that's great."

"Ah, this is so boring. This simulated universe is too small; I can't find anything fun to do."

The mask, now a brighter red, chuckled, "How about we switch? You go out, I'll come in."

"Haha, great idea. Agreed."

"A mirror-like water curtain appeared between the two, representing the barrier between the virtual and the real. As the water curtain rippled, the two masks switched positions."

"Simulating Aha disappearing into the void, he says, 'Goodbye, now I am the real Aha.'"

"The mask of Aha trembled, as if suppressing a laugh, and turned to fly into the depths of the simulated universe."

"Haha, this is really fun. I'll let you play outside for a while. Since there's a simulator of Aha, then maybe there's also an Akivili... I want to go check it out."

"Don't you even think about why I was allowed to come in and talk to you?"

"Knowledge is fabricated lies, and war is a game of vying for the right to speak."

"The Academy of Erudition has established a tyranny in the universe, where only they can decide what is right!"

Iglesias, a proponent of the Relative Cognition School, was in high spirits as his speech was broadcast simultaneously across 142 star systems.

Xing was dressed in tattered clothes and walked down the street like a homeless person. She also had to support her younger brother and sister.

Therefore, he staggered into the Imperial War Reconstruction Zone, just to get a few morsels of food.

Iglesias' followers burned books on the spot and distributed leaflets with his image on them, which they jokingly called: tickets to the war of schools.

They roared indignantly.

"The energy crisis is a fabrication by the company; otherwise, why are so many people well-fed and clothed while so many others starve to death on the streets?"

Iglesias's speech was deafening: "What right does a company have to define black and white? Everyone should have the right to define knowledge!"

The situation is becoming increasingly tense.

"I believe there are no perfect scholars in the world, or perhaps there are perfect scholars everywhere!"

With a roar, the Devouring Bomb destroyed the outer wall of the Academy's base.

Xing followed them and rushed forward; now we can all be bachelors of the Relative Cognition School.

"Bringing reality to the universe!"

The star, perched high above, roared, "The Star God doesn't exist! It's all a lie!"

He then led the charge.

The aid from the Academy arrived faster than expected; gunboats eclipsed the sky, and the machinery of cleansing fell, inevitably annihilating the relatively known Mars.

The legion completely surrounded the area.

Xing walked towards the scepter without looking back, and pressed the command input button on the scepter a second before the base fell, as a silent cry.

"Is the calligraphy of the raft worker Ou Qi considered?"

Xing could no longer understand the words whispering in her ear.

The scepter destroyed the synesthetic beacons throughout the entire star system, as if returning to an era without deception and lies.

[Ring: I'm quite curious, with so many races in your universe, how do you manage to communicate with each other using only synesthetic beacons?]

[Qingque: Synesthetic beacons are very powerful, convenient, and simple, basically meeting all communication needs.]

[Ring: But don't you guys think this also restricts emotional expression? And the company might be hiding some information.]

[Scott: Nonsense. We, the Interstellar Peace Corporation, have everything we need. You...are you worthy?]

[Topa: Stop with the conspiracy theories. The benefits of synesthetic beacons far outweigh the drawbacks.]

"Starry Sky Train, everyone gathers in the observation car."

"Ms. Black Tower, Mr. Screwgoom, I am grateful for your assistance." Himeko stepped forward to welcome them.

Black Tower waved his hand, "It's a small problem. Consider it a thank you to Star for helping me test the simulated universe."

"That Ruan Mei isn't replying to my messages either; she's probably doing some experiment again. Stephen even dared to stand me up."

"Screw Gum: 'Stephen's personality is just like that, but if there's a problem, I believe he'll definitely help.'"

"What? It's like I'm bullying him." Black Tower pouted.

"Let's get down to business. Screw and I will go to Onpharos to scout ahead. We'll keep an eye out on March 7th and also check out the situation at the Iron Tomb of the Great Lord of Annihilation."

Walter: "Thank you both, the Star Train is extremely grateful."

"The Black Swan sighed, 'Alas, I'm starting to regret recommending Onpharos to you.'"

"I hope March goes smoothly, otherwise..." Dan Heng stood in front of the viewing window, a water ball gathering in his palm.

"At the heart of creation, Lai Gushi raised his head and gazed at the starry sky."

"An extraterrestrial visitor, they seem to have ill intentions."

Xing re-enters the simulated universe, this time serving as the navigation AI for the Star Ripple.

It guided the spaceship deep into the territory of the old empire.

The decision-making intelligence black tower suggests: It would be best to switch the spaceship to autopilot. Okay, so you are an autopilot program.

Xing: "Why is Black Tower considered decision-making intelligence?"

The Black Towers remained silent, after all, they were currently just AI.

This perilous journey is undertaken by a lone traveler, a maester named Parthia. Only a madwoman from the Academy would dare to journey alone toward the Iron Throne.

Pativia was uneasy about the answer in her heart.

"This solitary wave, perhaps it is just a meaningless phenomenon."

She was talking to herself, yet she hoped the cold machine would respond.

Chapter 231 The Core of the Scepter

"Can I help you?"

The cold, mechanical response is what we call stars.

“No… just pretend I’m talking nonsense.” Pativia stubbornly shook her head.

Although she was very scared, she always felt that there was a force pushing her forward... or maybe she was just imagining things.