Chapter 389 Pollution from Chaos
The corruption from the void spreads silently in the shadows beneath the tower.
When Luo Yan received the message from Miller and returned to the virtual laboratory on the second floor of Corin Tower, he immediately noticed something unusual here.
A dazzling light bloomed in the center of the laboratory, and the originally weak virtual realm No. 178 became brighter than ever before!
More than a dozen teaching assistants who were supposed to be working in their respective positions were now gathered around the huge virtual lens, whispering excitedly.
“Unbelievable…”
"Has this ever happened before?"
"I bet there isn't! At least I haven't seen it! How could so many divine messengers exist in one virtual realm at the same time!"
"The number of perspectives is still expanding! Our virtual realm channel is almost full!"
"Maybe we should merge some..."
"But how?"
"I don't know...but His Highness Colin might have a solution."
To be honest, His Highness Colin didn't have any good solutions. In fact, he was no less surprised than them at this moment.
Looking at the extremely dazzling virtual world, Luo Yan raised his brows slightly.
He remembered that before he left, the virtual lens was only about one meter in size, but now it has expanded into a huge window with a diameter of more than five meters!
Moreover, this window actually accommodates so many perspectives!
Countless different perspectives were pieced together to form a huge picture scroll. The boiling flames of war spread along the cold mirror, engulfing the world built of steel forests.
The flames shooting up into the sky dyed the gray sky blood red, flashes of explosions came one after another, and countless agile figures moved through the ruins, launching a desperate charge towards the once invincible "towers".
This is……
What's going on?
Luo Yan wasn't surprised by the changes in the Gray World; after all, he was the one who orchestrated them all. He hadn't expected that these changes weren't limited to the world behind the virtual realm, but also altered the shape of the virtual realm's passageway.
"tutor!"
Miller was the first researcher present to recover from the shocking scene and notice the arrival of his mentor.
His face was filled with surprise and enthusiasm, as if he had witnessed a miracle.
Luo Yan looked at him as he quickened his pace and walked towards him, and spoke excitedly.
"Teacher! We succeeded! Everything is just as you expected!"
"Don't be anxious, speak slowly and tell me what happened." Luo Yan calmed his excited emotions and spoke in a gentle tone.
Miller nodded hurriedly and excitedly, then took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Then, he recounted to his respected mentor everything that had just happened at a rapid pace.
From the moment the researchers on duty discovered that the group of materialists had shot and killed the divine messengers they had chosen, to the moment they suddenly realized that time behind the virtual realm had advanced by more than twenty years...
"...We lost Jon, but every Grey Man became Jon! Their spirits, their souls, seemed to have completely merged into one at the moment of Jon's death!"
"This is incredible! We are certain that they are all independent individuals, but their spiritual frequencies are highly similar! We can clearly observe that each soul behind the virtual world is emitting different ripples, and these ripples are able to resonate with each other!!"
Luo Yan touched his chin with interest.
"Is this a rare situation?"
"Of course!" Miller nodded hurriedly, his eyes looking longingly at the virtual lens not far away. "Do you know what this means? Each of them can communicate with each other and share knowledge and information just like we do with Jon!"
After listening to Miller's report, the interest on Luo Yan's face gradually turned into surprise and genuine curiosity.
His plan was undoubtedly successful.
Moreover, the effect was even more amazing than expected.
He anticipated that Jon's death would be the fuse that set off everything, but he didn't expect that this explosion would give birth to the "ascension" of a species?
Apart from the word ascension, he couldn't think of a better word to describe the incredible changes that were taking place on an entire population.
At the same time, the gray "psychics" in the virtual world, as they continued to explore and understand their own powers, soon began to show "BUG-level" combat effectiveness in the war.
The Greys' materialists still rely on walkie-talkies to communicate, but the psychics are able to exchange information regardless of communication barriers.
Spiritual resonance brings them huge tactical and strategic advantages.
Even though the Gray Federation's thermal weapons are far more powerful than the immature psychic powers of these psychics, no matter how powerful the weapons are, it is difficult to eliminate the ubiquitous opponents.
and--
These psychics of the "Spirit of the Universe" sect do not reject the use of firearms.
They are well aware of the Federation's methods, so they will proactively detonate electromagnetic pulses to create an area of electronic paralysis, and then rush into the position where the Federation regular army is stationed, carrying out extremely precise surgical strikes on key targets.
In fact, Luo Yan didn’t understand what the flash of light was at first.
But as the drones flying in the sky fell like dumplings, and the federal regular army fought each other like headless flies in the maze of intricate alleys, he soon realized -
That's fucking EMP!
The time traveler's insight came in handy unexpectedly. If he were a local of the continent of Os, he would definitely not be able to understand such a rare thing.
As for Miller and the other assistants, they could only guess. They interpreted the light as a special kind of magic that could destroy the runes on the "metal golem."
As far as the results are concerned, there is nothing wrong with this understanding.
Watching the Gray Army's victory after victory, Luo Yan's eyes flashed with intense curiosity. Especially when he thought of his own players, who seemed to have similar abilities.
They are able to exchange in-game information by offline communication, and this tactic seems to have been mastered by them recently.
They would even agree on the time to go online and offline, and use a clock to keep the information flowing smoothly.
"Miller."
Looking at the teaching assistants who were looking at him expectantly, Luo Yan finally spoke.
His voice was as calm as ever, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty and courage that made everyone stand in awe.
"From now on, we need to adjust our work focus."
"I need you to carefully observe the Gray's mental network and figure out what it is."
"And how to use the insights we gain from the virtual world and use them to our advantage."
Miller's expression was more solemn than ever before, no less so than the several demon generals under Luo Yan's command, and he saluted respectfully.
"Yes, Master!"
Luo Yan nodded, turned and walked into the shadow of the stairwell.
"Notify me if there's any new information."
…
The war behind Virtual Realm No. 178 is still going on. The fight between cybernetic soldiers and psychics has just evolved from a small-scale conflict into a full-scale war. Subsequent changes remain to be further observed.
However, what is certain is that the lifespan of the Gray Federation has come to an end within a foreseeable time.
From the moment Jon died.
Or rather, from the moment he met the new god Colin.
The sparks finally gathered into a raging fire, and the once unshakable towers were collapsing, one after another...
Just as the Gray's tower began to collapse, the Great Sage's Tower finally received Prince Colin's second "blockbuster bomb."
That was the latest paper published in the Sage Newspaper, and the content of the paper shocked all the scholars who were eagerly waiting.
No one expected that this virtual world resource that had been exhausted in the hands of Mentor Merck could actually be rescued!
In the past fifty years of Xuebang’s research on the virtual realm, there has never been a precedent where a virtual realm channel that has decayed to such an extent can be stabilized again!
For those channels that are about to be disconnected, the general consensus among sages has always been to try every possible means to squeeze out the last bit of surplus value.
However, Prince Colin's research now provides professors who are troubled by the unsustainable development of virtual resources with a new approach full of infinite possibilities!
"It's a miracle!"
In the apprentice cafeteria, a bespectacled mage couldn't help but shout excitedly, sharing his latest discovery from the Sage's Journal with the mages next to him who were also paying attention to the academic frontier, which attracted the envious glances of the trainees.
Although few apprentices have access to virtual world resources, this does not prevent them from being proud of the breakthroughs in virtual world technology.
Also, I have a heartfelt admiration for those seniors who can understand the papers.
Barrett silently made up his mind. He vowed that one day he would touch the edge of the virtual realm like his seniors!
He took a big bite of the bread in his hand and chewed it hard.
His roommates haven't been paying any attention to him lately, and he doesn't have any other friends. Working hard is the only thing he can do right now...
The cafeteria was full of people discussing this matter. It seemed as if His Highness Colin's name was rooted in this hall.
Coors walked through the chattering crowd with mixed feelings.
Ever since he and Ilana had fallen out, His Highness Colin's name was rarely mentioned, but the preparatory students would occasionally recall that the respected Mr. Coors was the "first" senior to brag about His Highness Colin's outstanding qualities.
Being well-informed often means having a deep background, but in Xuebang, a black box that is even darker than the Holy City, people can only rely on speculation and word-of-mouth rumors to satisfy their curiosity about the top of the tower.
In fact, Coors also took advantage of this to satisfy his vanity and deliberately created an image of himself as "all-powerful" among his apprentices.
Especially since they didn't know what happened in the library that day, and their impression of him was still stuck on the time when he and Ilana had a good relationship.
So in the mouths of some idiots, the story inexplicably became - Ilana became His Highness Colin's assistant coach under the recommendation of senior Cools.
Later it was simplified to that he recommended Ilana to His Royal Highness the Prince.
If it were a few months ago, Coors would probably have smiled inscrutablely and said "keep a low profile." But now, hearing this, he would only blush, feeling angry and ashamed.
It's like giving your beloved goddess away.
But unfortunately——
He couldn't stand up and refute it.
After all, those rumors are only spread in private. Taking them too seriously will not only destroy your image as an "informed person", but also make people feel confused.
Enduring the admiring gazes that he both loved and hated, he walked to his own little circle and sat down.
As the plate of bread flew in front of him, the voices of several unfamiliar apprentices talking at the next table came over clearly.
"Oh my god, have you read today's Sage Newspaper? Instructor Colin is simply a god! He really rescued Void Realm No. 178!"
"Although I don't understand a single word of the theories about 'spiritual network' and 'soul resonance' in the paper..."
"Nonsense! Can you understand and still sit here?"
"Oh, if only I had chosen his class."
"That stingy guy in our dorm who eats all the food for himself didn't even say a word. He wants to take this too, even for other things!"
"I heard that His Highness even personally guides the preparatory students' studies. He's not arrogant at all! Compared to him, some of the teaching assistants in our tower are even more arrogant!"
"Yeah... I heard that too. He's a really nice guy! Whether you attend his class or not, you get credit for any assignments you submit. He's much easier to get along with than that stubborn Hector!"
"Shh! Don't let Hector's apprentice hear you!"
The apprentice sitting next to Kurth gently poked his arm and looked at this respected senior with admiration that was beyond words.
"You guessed it, didn't you, Mr. Coors?"
Kurth's expression froze slightly, but he still coughed and spoke.
"Of course... I've already said that His Highness Colin is a scholar who truly pursues the truth. This wouldn't be difficult for him. Well... I guessed it from the beginning."
The eyes of those surrounding him were filled with more and more admiration, as if he was the spokesperson for His Highness Colin.
Kurs suddenly felt a little relieved. It seemed that it was just his illusion before. Ilana did not tell everyone that he had said bad things about His Highness Colin.
Finn, who was sitting not far away, looked at the senior in surprise, with a mixture of sympathy and a hint of incomprehension in his eyes.
How did this guy become like this...
…
Unlike the noisy apprentice cafeteria, the atmosphere in a seminar room on the middle floor of the tower is much more serious.
Although like the apprentices' canteen, this place was filled with an irrepressible atmosphere of excitement.
More than a dozen tutors and professors with formal teaching positions at Xuebang were sitting around a long table, engaging in an intense academic discussion about the results presented in Colin's paper.
"The results are certainly encouraging, but I think we cannot ignore the characteristics of the Gray species itself..."
An old professor with a slightly high hairline and a serious expression pushed his monocle and put forward his views in a steady tone.
"...The spiritual evolution they exhibited after being trapped in despair is something we haven't observed in any other virtual realm. The spiritual difference between us and them may be even greater than the difference between us and the goblins. I have every reason to suspect that this success is likely an unrepeatable, unique case based on the characteristics of the species."
"I beg to differ."
Another younger platinum-level professor immediately raised a counter-argument. His voice was equally full of rational power, but there was also something different in it.
"Sir, you seem to have forgotten the fundamental premise of establishing a virtual realm channel—spiritual resonance. The fact that we can leverage the power of the virtual realm to exchange information with them proves that we share fundamental similarities in our spiritual makeup. If they were completely different from us, we would never have been able to contact them in the first place. Mentor Colin's strategy was successful precisely because we are sufficiently 'similar' that our influence can create a ripple in their hearts!"
The heated debate continued, but wisdom and inquiry shone in the eyes of every scholar, like a lit candle.
It was Colin's paper that lit the candle in their eyes.
Although they usually discussed academic issues like this, their opinions were rarely as different as they were today.
The research methods of the virtual realm have been finalized in the past fifty years. Rather than being explorers, they are more like miners hired by sages.
At this moment, the door of the seminar room was suddenly pushed open, and Professor Alister Thorne walked in slowly.
He had a gentle smile on his face, but the aura of a superior that seemed to be born with him still made the whole room quiet in an instant.
“I am deeply gratified to see that you have such a strong passion for academics.”
Ariste looked around at everyone and said approvingly, "I think this is precisely the foundation of our school's ability to lead the entire continent in magical research... Please forgive my uninvited visit. I was drawn here by the radiance of wisdom."
Although that condescending tone could easily make people feel uncomfortable, the scholars present all acknowledged Professor Ariste's authority, so they did not think it was inappropriate. Instead, they were surprised by his sudden impeccable etiquette.
This person is the number one person under the sage.
Although there is still a big gap between his own strength and that of the thirteen sages, everyone believes that it is only a matter of time before he becomes the fourteenth sage and has his own school.
Looking at the scholars who were looking at each other in bewilderment, he changed the subject. Although his tone was still gentle, it contained a hint of unquestionable instruction.
"However, I also hope that everyone will not forget the resolution made by the Sage Council not long ago. While enthusiastically exploring, we should also maintain the prudence of scholars and refrain from rashly adopting radical research strategies, lest we repeat the initial mistakes of Void Realm No. 178."
Whispers spread across the long table, then merged into hesitant but clear statements.
"Professor Alister is right...we should indeed be cautious."
"I agree."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and the radical fire in their hearts was extinguished a lot by this perfect basin of cold water.
They didn't know why this reclusive professor suddenly appeared at a seminar of this level, but what he said was indeed right, and the great sage's decision was still fresh in their minds.
They really should be more cautious.
Everyone was waiting for Professor Alister to leave.
However, to everyone's surprise, this uninvited gentleman did not turn around and leave after saying some polite words as usual.
He unexpectedly went against his usual behavior and found an empty seat at the long table to sit down naturally, smiling and joining this academic seminar that was not commensurate with his status.
"Excuse me," he said to the radical professor, "I have some immature opinions on the universality of the 'spiritual resonance' you mentioned. Perhaps I could discuss them with you..."
The professor was slightly stunned, then showed a flattered expression, and acted as reserved as a student in front of Professor Ariste.
Professor Hector probably wouldn't be much better here.
Although they were high and mighty gods in front of the apprentices, they were still a little inferior to the "favored students of the great sage."
Not just strength.
It is also academic prestige.
Surrounded by this humble atmosphere, Ariste began to give a speech, "guiding" these scholars whose academic status was far lower than his one by one.
His insights were sharp and his logic impeccable, yet they made everyone present feel an inexplicable sense of restraint and pressure.
The originally lively and free discussion atmosphere suddenly became like a rigid report meeting, and even the most thoughtful mentors chose to remain silent.
Only stones and stones can create sparks, while stones and eggs can only produce yolks. When talking is useless, they choose to say nothing.
When this strange seminar finally came to an end, all the tutors and professors fled the scene almost without stopping, as if they had been pardoned.
It's like the get out of class is over.
Looking at the empty room and the scholars fleeing like rats, Ariste's expression gradually turned cold.
He knew that those people were afraid of him and was pleased with their humility, but he still felt a little dissatisfied with their "submissive resistance."
This is the biggest difference between the smart people in Xuebang and the smart people in the empire. They will say "Yes, Professor" regardless of whether they agree or disagree.
Then some people will really obey and deliberately mess things up, while some people will secretly do the opposite and play dumb after being discovered.
It would be strange if these rats could fully understand the virtual world!
Ariste turned and looked at the floor-length mirror in the corner. The ominous gray fog in the mirror still hovered beside his reflection, as if it was a shadow he was born with.
"What a waste of time! Why should I share my knowledge with a bunch of guys who don't even know where the door is? My men are a hundred times more useful than these things."
He waved his index finger, guiding the teapot to pour him a cup of black tea. Even the sound of the tea flowing into the cup could not cover up the impatience in his voice.
His "godhead" chuckled softly and soothed him in a gentle voice, "Calm down, it's just acting. You might as well learn from your opponent. He's patiently starting with the smallest things... When have you ever seen him complain? He can patiently befriend even the most humble adventurers."
Ariste scoffed.
"Why should I do such boring things like him?"
The mysterious voice patiently said, "Of course, it's to accumulate 'influence'."
Before Ariste could speak, it continued.
"You should have realized it long ago. Whether it's the Source Power or other extraordinary powers, their essence is actually a power called 'belief.' Of course, in the lands ruled by the Os Empire, this is a sensitive topic that is not convenient to discuss openly. So, you cunning people pretend to be ignorant and invent hundreds of forms of power to indirectly study this topic without mentioning the word faith, such as the Source Power... Am I right?"
Ariste narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp light flashed in his deep eyes, and then, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up in a playful manner.
"Haha, since you found me, should I give you an award?"
His godhead whispered in a gentle voice.
"There's no need for an award. It's not difficult. After all, I am you. And... the being who sent me to you was once as young as you."
young.
hehe.
Alistair smiled faintly, disagreeing in his heart.
Is this considered to be made clear?
But it didn't matter. He guessed something the first time he saw it. After all, he had studied the Void Realm for over twenty years. How could he not know what the hell was behind this thing?
It's nothing more than mutual exploitation.
At least, the benefits it offers are good, even more generous than what the great sage gave himself.
Being able to obtain power that is closer to the source of transcendence than source power without relying on the virtual realm... This makes him feel that the bottleneck that has been stagnant for a long time is not far away.
Even if it persuaded itself not to care too much about supernatural powers, his divinity was above all supernatural existence.
"It's really unpleasant to have a guy who understands me so well living in my head... So, what's next?" Ariste's voice regained its composure. He had decided to hear what this "self" had to say.
The gray mist seemed very satisfied with his cooperative attitude and rolled even more happily.
"First, you need to create a 'persona' that has the potential to be a myth, and then make it deeply rooted in the hearts of more people... just like what happened just now."
"You don't think those scholars like me." Ariste sneered.
The godhead said in a cheerful voice.
"You don't need them to like you. Fear is also a form of belief. Isn't that what the demons in hell are taking advantage of?"
Ariste narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly spoke.
"I have a question."
The twisted gray mist seemed like his most loyal servant, bowing meekly in the mirror.
"What is the problem, my Lord?"
Ignoring the humble gesture, Ariste stared sharply at the gray mist in the mirror, speaking in a slow voice with a hint of jealousy.
"You said the person you found first wasn't me. I'm curious who it was?"
The Godhead chuckled and asked, "Does this matter?"
"If you feel it's inconvenient, you don't have to answer." Alistair's tone was very flat, as if it was just a casual question.
"It's not inconvenient, and even if I don't tell you, you can guess the answer, right?"
Ariste's eyes seemed to penetrate the dim mirror and saw the young figure in the other tower.
At the same time, a hint of gloom appeared on that face.
"Colin?"
"Correct." The Godhead replied softly, as if to take his feelings into consideration.
It was obvious that not long ago, it was the one that reacted the most to this name, and even Ariste had to suppress its hostility.
Ariste was silent for a moment, then continued.
"Then why did you give up?"
"I don't want to either, but..." The voice carried a rare hint of regret, as if sighing, "A soul can only possess one godhead, just like a soul can only have one personality. What a shame, that promising individual has already been scooped up."
These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly splitting through all the fog in Ariste's mind.
He fell into deep thought, and the rigor and calmness of a scholar on his face were gradually replaced by a knowing smile.
"I see... No wonder he always does these unnecessary things. It turns out he's accumulating the power of faith. I underestimated him."
But there is no way. Who would have thought that a prince of an empire would take up the banner of usurping theocracy?
Although a few magicians of the Source Law School have roughly understood the secret that Source Power is the power of faith, this does not mean that they can collect this power from people's faith.
Most of the time, they still need to rely on the name of Saint Sith to complete this process, and only the gods can gather people's scattered beliefs.
The same goes for the nobles.
The pursuit of fame and fortune and the pursuit of popularity are their innate instincts, and this is also one of the paths to "sainthood" left to them by their ancestors.
They couldn't become a legend on their own, but they could in the name of Saint Sis.
Colin's performance undoubtedly conformed to this. The Holy Light radiating from him was no less than that of the devout priests. Even the nobles of the Holy City recognized his glory. No one thought he was poaching from Saint Sith, but only praised him for inheriting the glory of his ancestors.
Ariste had no doubt that no one would believe him if he told others about it. Instead, they would think he was a heretic and a madman.
However, the mysterious voice expressed approval of Ariste's understanding.
"Congratulations on discovering the truth."
Ariste's eyes gradually became sharper.
"Who is the source of his divinity?"
"Then I don't know," the divine voice said with a hint of indifference, "maybe he's an old 'friend' of my father."
"Old friend?" Ariste frowned.
The Godhead was unexpectedly frank and spoke directly.
"Well, I guess it's Norville. It likes scholars who delve into the occult, detectives who explore the truth behind the fog... and anyone who is obsessed with digging out the truth."
"chaos."
Ariste's voice carried a hint of fear that he himself hadn't even noticed.
Although he had guessed this possibility a long time ago, it was only his guess after all, and was far less shocking than confirming it with his own ears.
As a professor at Xuebang, he naturally understood chaos and was well aware of which type of chaos contamination scholars were most susceptible to.
However, he would not be like those wood rats who were scared to death when they heard about pollution, making a fuss and running around like a headless chicken.
Pollution is just a term.
All forces that Saint Sith does not want his servants to come into contact with can be criticized as polluting.
This also includes the power from the devil.
Aren’t the demons in hell having a lot of fun? They’re fighting the empire to a standstill, and they haven’t even killed themselves.
Chaos can, of course, be utilized.
It’s just that those who hold these powers won’t tell others.
The Godhead smiled and said, "You indeed call us that."
Ariste said in a hoarse voice.
"I actually guessed that, but... I thought you were from Norville."
As if hearing some funny joke, the Godhead smiled.
"Haha...why? Because my form is 'mist'? Actually, I can transform into other shapes. Anyway, only you can see me."
As he spoke, the twisted gray mist dispersed, changing shape in the air. Sometimes it looked like a sword symbolizing killing, and sometimes like a crown representing power.
Finally, it turned into a wisp of smoke again and wrapped around the ring on his finger that symbolized the power of the Thorne Society, as docile as a harmless sparrow.
"I just feel a little regretful. I didn't expect that in the eyes of Chaos, I am not a scholar." Ariste smiled faintly, but his hoarse voice did not seem to contain any regrets.
"Regret? Scholar? Are you talking about yourself? Or are you talking about those professors just now?" The arrogant god made a joke, but there was no sense of arrogance at all.
Ariste looked at his hands in the mirror and asked another question that concerned him most in a cold tone.
"So, who is your father? If it's not Norville, then I guess it's probably not the Claw of the Everhungry or the Flame of Destruction."
"Didn't I tell you long ago?" the voice whispered intimately, as if whispering to lovers, "I am the pride in your heart."
"As for my father, it is naturally Lord Avano—the crown that sits atop the heads of all the arrogant people in this universe."
"Only He is qualified to place the eternal crown on the true king!"
Alister chuckled.
"Then how do I wear the crown? Become a sage?"
"That's not important. It's a mortal title."
His godhead smiled softly, twisting the gray figure, and floated back into his shadow from his skinny fingertips.
"One day, you won't have to look at me in the mirror anymore, but you'll be able to see me everywhere... Then you'll become a god on earth."
"From then on, your opponents will no longer dare to kill you so easily, because you will be more terrifying in death than in life. You will gain eternity from death and become an indelible mark in the hearts of many people, just like what is happening in Virtual Realm No. 178."
The distorted gray mist obscured the figure from the mirror, leaving only a meaningful sentence.
"Don't let your rivals get ahead. The world of the future will be even more prosperous and crowded than this tower beneath your feet."
Watching the gray fog disappear, Ariste fell into a long period of contemplation, and seemed to have an idea of what to do next.
At the same time, on the other side of the Great Sage's Tower, a young apprentice handed the notebook to Luo Yan with trepidation.
The notebook was filled with formulas.
Luo Yan's eyes quickly scanned the paper until he saw the last line.
The surprise in his eyes gradually turned into joy, as if he had drawn an SSR card.
Euler-Lagrange equations!
"tutor……"
Ilana's lips moved, as if she was ashamed of the "immature idea" she was about to say.
After all, that was a topic that even Professor James Wall-E had not completed. Maybe that professor was a strong man of silver or even gold level.
And I am just an apprentice who has just learned magic.
but--
The expectation in His Highness Colin's eyes gave her the courage to speak out, allowing her to share her joy with him without any scruples.
"Remember the 'path optimization equation' I mentioned to you earlier?"
"I might have... really found it."
(End of this chapter)
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