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

"If anything goes wrong with Xiaosanyue, you can just lie there and wait to die."

"Laigushi asked in confusion, "March 7th? Members of the Star Train, but I've never seen them before. What makes you say that?"

"You're still pretending, aren't you? You... have administrative authority here, right?" Black Tower said confidently, arms crossed.

"Legus opened his arms and embraced Onpharos. 'Of course, he's like my child, growing up before my very eyes. Now he's finally about to hatch.'"

"I will not allow anyone to sabotage this!" Lai Gushi's cold gaze made Black Tower feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I..." Black Tower was about to retort when Stephen's voice rang in his ears.

"Oh no, Black Tower, come back quickly! Joyful Star God Aha, tear down the simulated universe!"

"What! Wait for me, you're in charge of Screws here." Black Tower waved his hand, summoning the fourth mirror, and rushed towards the space station.

Outside the simulated universe, the stars and the Black Tower have ended the simulation.

In the process, they completed a comprehensive review of Parthia's experiences during the School Wars.

She almost achieved what Rupert II failed to do: to crown herself.

Unfortunately, in the end, he could only leave the world with that enigmatic mystery of the solitary wave, but could not become a genius at solving it.

After listening, Screw Gum asked: "Is this unknowable domain a mere coincidence, like a butterfly flapping its wings? Or is it a trap, inviting us to fall into it?"

"Who can set a trap for a genius? In the research of a genius." Black Tower doesn't believe anyone can frame him.

"Answer: Another genius. Although Rupert I was killed by the Lord of Silence, his knowledge was reborn through the mind of Rupert II."

"We cannot underestimate any genius, even those who have been dead for a long time."

The Black Tower doll fell silent and did not refute.

"Let's prepare for the worst..."

Chapter 233 Omniscient Domain

Screw Gum: "As always, Stephen and I will do everything in our power to ensure your safety from the outside. In any case, please make sure you both return safely."

Xing smiled confidently, "Wait for our good news."

Black Tower called out to Xing, his expression serious.

"If you find something is wrong, run back immediately, and never look back."

She wasn't sure about the Silent Lord's strength and was afraid that Xing's personality might cause trouble.

After all, geniuses are unpredictable.

Xing paused, then nodded.

The two then entered the unknown realm once again.

The metal floor was covered in scratches, making it impossible to read any writing. The simulated universe failed to replicate Parthia's answer.

The core of the scepter before them had lost its former metallic luster, and the entire scepter was dull and lifeless; the scepter system had been completely paralyzed.

Black Tower frowned. "Hey, Screwgoom, can you hear me? Come and take care of this."

What she needs is the moment before the scepter is paralyzed.

"The turbulence of the unknowable domain is interfering with your login area, making it impossible to pinpoint the exact time from the outside," Screw Gum's voice drifted over.

"Proposal: Perform a complete backtracking of the simulated universe's records, returning to the time when the scepter was most complete, and then connect it to the core."

In the cluttered space, Black Tower closed his eyes, out of sight, out of mind.

"Any way is fine, let's get started."

Time is like a sailboat speeding upstream in a long river, past scenes flowing past the Black Tower and the stars, while scholars of the Galactic Library raise the banner of opposition.

—Continue backtracking!

Time rewinds again, and the two are dressed in scholar's attire. The futurology conference is bustling with activity, and Pativia is talking to someone. "The future? Ha, the future."

—Continue backtracking!

"Why rush forward, my friends?"

The crowd, seemingly responding to a command, froze time in an instant.

Pativia was frozen solid, unable to move, while the woman beside her—the one who was supposed to be a fake data entity—cast her gaze on the two of them.

She took off her graduation gown, and her candy-colored tulle skirt swayed, obscuring her face.

"Black Tower, it's time to end this little game you and your friends have organized to spy on the secrets of the past."

"Would you like to dance with me before I cut it with my scalpel?"

Xing silently reached her hand behind her back; this was a matter of life and death.

The woman before me, whose face I could not see, was Polka Kakamu, a woman who had killed several geniuses.

The Black Tower focused its gaze, connecting to the control authority of the simulated universe.

Ding! Communication interruption detected... The simulated universe backtracking process has suddenly collapsed.

The woman took out a scalpel and carefully sharpened it in her hand.

"I sensed that someone was watching my every move."

"So I prepared a return gift for them, a game of cat and mouse."

Ding! Unauthorized login detected. Firewall failed to block. Unknown domain permissions changed. Pop-up requests blocked. Visitor verification requested...

A series of prompts all indicated that the woman in front of them was not doing nothing; she was trying to gain administrative privileges.

The woman looked at the two of them with a mocking gaze, as if she were examining her prey.

Ding! Identity verification complete. Genius Club #4...

"What are you all standing there for, Star, run!" Black Tower shouted.

Xing Muran woke up with a start and turned to follow the Black Tower as they headed towards other areas.

"Welcome to the Omniscient Domain, the experimental field I carefully built."

The woman, scalpel in hand, strode quickly toward the two men. Distance could not stop her; each step she took was like a flash of light.

This genius aims to be a genius, but her methods of killing are even more bizarre.

Imagine a butterfly, an insignificant butterfly, a butterfly fluttering its wings, living freely on a beautiful planet.

As dust settles during a flight of wings, through a series of subtle coincidences, the president on another continent has his airway cut open by his personal physician's scalpel, and the physician desperately throws down the weapon.

The passing assassin picked up the murder weapon that had fallen from the sky... this specimen needle powerful enough to pin down a butterfly that could stir up a storm, and held it tightly in his hand.

Black Tower and Star hid in the steel prison.

A butterfly flaps its wings, causing particles on its scales to react precisely. It drifts into the protective netting, accidentally interfering with the internal signal of a section of the temperature control system, turning the prison into a sea of ​​fire.

"In the realm of omniscience, probability and coincidence have no meaning."

Polka calmly predicted, "You will be in for a comedy, and then a tragedy."

The disordered data disrupted the simulation of the universe's calculations of the scepter system, and the Black Tower and the Star could no longer connect to the scepter.

[Ring: Holy crap, Polka Kakamo is way too overpowered! Wasn't she just a data-driven character? And didn't the Black Tower say she was active during the Imperial War? How did she manage that?]

[Black Tower: This is why I'm wary of her. As long as her image, simulated data, or even just reading her name a few times exists, Polka can sense it across time and space—it's a kind of causal ability.]

[Qingque: Is she really just a genius? She's clearly an assassin capable of killing anyone below the level of a Star God; she seems to be on a completely different level from us.]

[Xingqiu: I wouldn't even dare to think like this when I'm writing a novel, and yet your world actually exists. I... am speechless.]

[Screw Gum: By viewing the world as a precise clockwork mechanism, and grasping the information of every single element, one can predict the trajectory of all motion. In other words, the future is already determined by the past. This is... the Omniscient Realm.]

[Doctor Truth: You can understand this as the moment when the erudite one completes his calculations.]

[Bronya: Omniscient Domain + Herrscher of Reason, Bronya's power is unimaginable.]

[*Walter: Can an omniscient realm really exist? Wouldn't that mean the universe has been calculated to its limits?]

[Black Tower: This is Polka's own omniscient domain. I understand now. So the reason she assassinated geniuses who could break through the circle of knowledge was to maintain her omniscient domain.]

[Polka Kakamu: I am clearing away the variables for Him. Only by following the calculations of the Venerable One will the universe not prematurely enter into annihilation.]

[Tachibana Fukufu: So, she believes that geniuses who can break through the circle are a variable. But, would Boshizun really care about them?]

This isn't just a genius, this is a god!

[That summer: I can't describe her face; it's a kind of cognitive filtering.]

"No way, buddy, do you want to die?"

[Bai'er: Teacher, maybe we should just forget about it. She doesn't seem to have a good temper; we don't want her to destroy Onpharos.]

"Ge You lay on the sofa, a few thoughts secretly rising in his mind."

"I wonder where I can get a portrait of Polka. I'll send one to the head of the market development department; he'll definitely thank me."

"Unfortunately, there are no 'what ifs.' No, there must be someone behind this video..."

"It seems that the song 'Fireworks' came from that channel. Looks like we're going to have to spend a lot of money again, and we also need to prevent it from being used as a joke."

Chapter 234 Madness and Chaos

"I received an invitation, sealed with Rupert's resurrection." The voice carried a distance, yet it could kill the two from the Black Tower at any moment.

"...using the lure of a fifth genius joining your ridiculous project."

Polka gave a dismissive smile. "So, I've come. But not to join you..."

"I have come to deal with the chaotic possibilities that will arise from killing you."

Black Tower emerged from the burning prison ruins, his sleeves still pristine.

He said in a casual tone, "Regarding the Silent Lord's relentless pursuit of geniuses, we've speculated on a thousand reasons... Is it jealousy? Power? The plunder of knowledge?"

"The only thing we didn't consider was... the possibility of extinguishing chaos? Your motives are certainly unique."

Black Tower spoke slowly and deliberately, “You killed geniuses, and attempted to limit the growth of cosmic knowledge, all in order to turn the entire universe into your own omniscient domain?”

Xing suddenly realized that the Black Tower and the experimental accidents of those geniuses also originated from Polka.

"Could it be that the war between academic schools of thought was also behind this?"

The Silent Lord remained silent, disdainful of responding to their accusations.

"I told you so," Xing said, hands on her hips, full of smugness.

Polka glanced at Xing out of the corner of her eye, not paying any attention to her words.

"If you try to confine the universe to a circle using thought experiments, you will become a sinner."

"How will He, who anchors the universe to time and locks all wisdom within intellect, judge?"

She wasn't asking a question; she was just talking to herself.

"Could it be... that you are carrying out His orders?!" Black Tower exclaimed in astonishment, then immediately denied it, "No, this is not in line with His divine thirst for knowledge."

Polka stated calmly, "Have you ever thought that perfect calculation is also a form of knowledge... You know very well that no one can defy His calculations."

Black Tower looked for loopholes in her rhetoric.

"If He wanted to confine the universe within perfect shackles, why did He have the Emperor create those celestial neurons for thinking?"

Polka was silent for a moment, then his voice became mournful.

"Human thought is limited to a small space, while the thought of the gods is based on the flashing of starlight as the firing of neurons... and on the victory or defeat of geniuses like us as the conclusion of their thought."

Geniuses, the intellectual synapses that extend into reality, the concrete manifestation of the thoughts of the stars.

Genius, too, is a different kind of scepter for those who are learned and virtuous.

"He proclaimed the perfect model of the future with every moment." The Silent Lord looked at the Black Tower again, "And you are a butterfly specimen that has escaped the insect's needle."

"By flapping your wings, you stir up chaos and the unknown, which will prematurely lead the universe to its end."

“I will not allow it. I will nail you one by one to this omniscient realm.” She sighed, as if lamenting the fragile beauty of a butterfly about to be made into a specimen.

Black Tower glared angrily. "Such arrogance. You should know that this invitation was extended by us, right?"

“I saw it, I saw His calculations,” Polka said coldly. “A moment has come, a moment when geniuses struggle.”