Love is just a game for Maxon Kingsley who agrees to a petty bet with his friends to seduce a girl for revenge- until things complicate.

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To you, as a reader, What is true Horror? Do you feel any authentic, 'real' fear when watching or reading a frightening moment? No matter how well an author paints a vivid image in your imagination, You will always be protected by the abysmal veil of being 'just an observer'. No matter how fast you run away from a dark room to under the cover of your blanket. No matter how 'afraid' you are , you will always remind yourself that the scary movie you have watched or the scary book you have just read are all just make-believe, a part of your imagination, 'FAKE'. No matter how 'immersed' you are, you will always know, in the depths of your psyche and the very crevices of your mind that it was all , just 'fake'. So. What happens when you tear down that wall between you and your imagination. When you RIP off that veil of protection? When you step into the role of the protagonist, will you bask in the adrenaline born from the desire to survive? Or will you succumb to the very weight of your cowardice and disappear into nothing but only a lost and found poster, the subject of a police investigation or just a grief filled albeit fleeting memory?

"What, do I do?"
Thinking aloud, I inspect the back of my hand. Three days had passed since I met Lucifer and I was still on leave from work under the pretense of being sick. Of course, I instead was fiddling with the imprinted sigil burned into the back of my hand.
"What do I do?"
I ask the question aloud again, but no answer came just like the other hundred times I had asked the question. My mind wandered to the contract and Lucifer's misunderstanding towards my occupation. However, what either of us thought wouldn't help me decipher my current predicament so my consciousness wound itself back to questioning me.
"What does it mean?"
Finally, I was able to answer a question. Everything was on the contract and the contract was something I distinctly remembered. In fact, I had memorized it word for word along with the writing style and signatures.
"Create a masterpiece."
The only option I had was to perfect my art as was stated within the contract; however, the part about creating a masterpiece seemed oddly vague and open to interpretation.
Thinking back, the whole contract was rather vague.
"Why was it vague?" I wondered.
The only answer that logically came to mind was that Lucifer wanted to allow creative freedom while I created the so called artwork. However, my answers only brought about more questions, like why Lucifer dubbed killing as 'my art,' which in turn led back to his misunderstanding, fueling the infinite loop of questions and half answers plaguing my thoughts.
-Bring, Bring-
Fortunately, a timely phone call saved the remnants of my sanity and halted the mental assault I was being afflicted with.
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1 WEEK BEFORE EXECUTION
"Terem Mangelle! You have been accused of committing 13 accounts of first degree murder along with drug possession, vehicular manslaughter, kidnapping, and arson!"
The man stood above me, acting as if he was the embodiment of the son of God: chin held high, trimmed beard adorning his face, judicial robe clamped tightly around his profusely sweating, fat body.
Disgusting was the only word that I could use to describe the man above me. Lucifer at least had the humility to not put on airs or sell himself as a grandiose being only to fall far short of the mark.
"What do you plea?"
The man looked down upon me with stern, cold, lifeless eyes. The expression and white facial powder on the man's face were reminiscent of the thirteen corpses.
'Dead eyes for dead men.' or so I thought.
The man before me proved to be a logical fallacy to my statement. An utter contradiction to my belief. Unexpectedly, irritation simmered within me as the fallacy of a man continued to bore holes through my body and onward into the floor. 
In fact, if one were to ask why I was mad, I wouldn't be able to answer. I didn't know why other than the fact that the voices got louder as they denounced the illogical being.
"Mr. Mangelle, answer the question!"
Maybe I should add a fourteenth to their collection and correct the evil deeds that the fallacy is committing to my sanity. I mean, appease the riotous infiltrators within me.
"Mr. Mangelle!"
"Shut it fallacy."
I spoke at last, finally acknowledging the judges existence.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Shut it! You want an answer?"
The anger and spiteful whispers plaguing my mind finally took control, leaking into the world as words.
"You expect me to speak when all you do is yap. How could I possibly answer when the dog overpowers my words? Well then, I will show you the answer. I will prove my innocence before you, fallacy."
"What did you call me?!"
Instead of answering the unnecessary question, my hand languidly moved into the briefcase in front of me before reemerging with a yellow folder in tow.
I wave a helper over and they receive the file with trembling hands, trepidation clear in their every movement.
After the fallacy opens the file, his repulsive, pudgy face contorts. One page is flipped and the fallacy's expression crinkles further. Another page turns and then another. By the last flip, the hand moving each page is quaking like a massage chair.
This was the sight they were longing for. Each tremor soothed my soul and relaxed my mind. I savored the moment of blissful peace to the fullest.
Finally, the fallacy decides to interrupt my reverie.
"Wha... what is the meaning... of this?"
Surprisingly, his voice became deeper, adopting a more threatening tone making me feel less like a bug and more as an acknowledged threat. My only thought was that the raving mad messiah had fallen back to earth from wherever his God's domain happened to be.
"What do you mean?"
"Is this your doing, Mr. Mangelle?"
"To be precise, it is my hobby so why are you being so hostile. Do you not like my masterpiece?" I succumbed to madness. After all, if I plead insane I wouldn't be able to rid the demons within me. I also happened to have a free pass into the afterlife so I chose to borrow the sweet lie from my contractor.
The fallacy's eyes leveled upon me. Confusion is plainly written across his face and his next words were unstable.
"Y... you documented and... and photographed the... the bodies?"
"To be precise I documented my work and photographed my masterpiece for an important individual."
"You experimented on your captives?"
I noticed that the judge had discarded his professionalism and had forgotten to ask about my associate so I kindly provided him with a hint and an answer.
"Of course. After all, how will I find the perfect arrangement for Lucifer and them without practice? An arrangement that could silence them forever! In fact, if you bothered to read a little, you would find that my first trials were all specified towards the proper viscosity needed to make a beautiful flower of red, but later on they decided that an organized and clean picture would bring out the best in my art; so, I decided to combine the..."
"Are you a monster?"
This time I was the one left confused.
"Pardon?"
"You heard me, monster! You are insane!"
And just like that, my passion did a 180 and ceded its coveted spot to intense anger. I was insane, but for my sake, I couldn't be. I simply couldn't.
"I beg your pardon!"
"This court is now adjourned!"
"I am no monster! They are the monsters!"
"The defendant is proven guilty!"
"I am not insane!"
"We know you are insane. That is why you will be put on death row and executed as soon as humanly possible."
"I was being manipulated!" With my inevitable confinement approaching, the rest of my sanity snapped and I screamed.
"Take him away!"
"I only wanted to live!"
The guards seized my arms and began dragging me away in chains.
"Live without them!"
My words only fell upon deaf ears. As far as my fate was concerned, everyone might as well have been a part of the undead.
The fallacy, by this point, had turned his back on me and was leaving the court room.
"Why must society seclude me in eternal torment! Just kill me!"
"Please be quiet."
This time, a guard answered me. However, instead of shouting my defiance, I reigned myself in and allowed the dead to drag my living corpse away.
The only thing differentiating me and the guards now was the order in which we live: they killed there individualism to survive, while I was destined to die.
"Thank you," he said.

Terem Mangelle is not your typical man. On the surface, he works as a mortician, dissecting corpses to determine the cause of death. However, within his mind, he is subjected to the manipulations of 'Them.' They torture his mind and force him to do their bidding with whispered threats. 
Because of this, Terem's life revolves around appeasing 'Them' by murdering others and staging deaths. He spends his life in hiding until he finally gets a second chance, a slip of paper.
With one signature, his life changes forever.
He is reincarnated, finally leaving his unfortunate past behind him. Or does he?

  Chase and Keith are now in Wind River Reservation. 
  They are now finishing up dinner at the hotel restaurant.  The longer day time in May has confused Chase into thinking it's still 5ish.  It really is past 8 now.  Chase believes he can retire to the privacy of his own hotel room soon.  Before he does, he asks Keith why they are in Wind River.
  "Because I've dispersed enough bodies on South Dakota and one part of North Dakota.  I have to keep moving around to create scare.  So I'm back working on Wyoming. I don't focus on one state too long.  Gotta keep people guessing. "
  Keith speaks of this as if he's going around to perform at concerts and generate fans across the country.
  "So who is your target next?" Chase asks.
  "I don't have any now.  That's why I brought you here, so you can kill one of yours."
  "My latest target was that prosecutor in Kansas.  And I just wanted to present evidence of his crimes.  Well, I guess there is another one I'd like to remove but he's in prison in Montana."
  "Do you not have anyone you want to kill in Wyoming?"
  "Geez, you make it sound like I have someone to kill in all 50 states!"  Chase looks at Keith, expecting Keith to laugh, but Keith is not laughing. 
  "Aren't you from this area, kind of?  Western South Dakota is bordering this side of Wyoming. You have to have someone you hate."
  "I've been meaning to tell you: I don't kill people I hate personally. I just get rid of human garbage that is unnecessary to the society."
  "I know.  But why don't you start killing people you hate? You've got the skills and talent.  And now you've got the resources. And there's no consequences."
  Chase shakes his head, "Those people I killed are the people I hate. Otherwise I'm pretty chill, really," Chase leans back on the cushioned chair, "I like to cook. My dream is to open a small restaurant. Maybe sell tea drinks on the side."
  But what Keith suggests does have some impact on Chase.  If Chase can kill anyone he wants without worrying about being caught or implicating his friends, will he want to actually murder someone?  Chase sits up and waves his own thoughts away.
  "What about you, Sergeant? Do you have other things on your mind other than committing homicides?"
  Keith nods but doesn't answer.  
  "So you know where I'm from, huh?  Where are you from?"
  "I'm from the gloomy, rainy Oregon."  He taps on the table once. "Come on, let's find someone you hate near you.  There is plenty trash near here.  Have you heard of four Cheyenne men who beat one white guy to death just to rob his wallet?" Keith slides his body out of the booth. He looks like he's about to get up.
  "There's a story behind that.  They didn't simply do that to rob him." Chase gets up, too.
  "What reason could there be for those 4 men to kill that guy?" 
  "Serge, you are a smart guy.  In a 4 to 1 situation, do you really think they need to kill him?  Beating him wasn't enough? The beating was not even for the robbery.  In fact, the robbery was an afterthought.  No one investigated the white guy because he was a victim, but that white guy must have done something really bad to the Cheyenne people to have got himself beaten to death."
  "You are saying there is a reason for the crime."  Keith looks at Chase curiously.
  "I'm saying—"
  "Same thing can be said about the inmates you've been killing, then.  What if they have stories for their crimes? So they are probably not that evil? So you probably shouldn't have killed them?"  Keith smiled lightly, like he just caught Chase in his own logical fallacy.
  "Dude, I kill bastards like that pervert football coach, George Columbus. You honestly think there's a good reason behind sexually violating underage boys? What could be a good explanation behind this atrocity other than he was just worthless trash? That's the kind of scum I remove."
  Keith leans forward to the table, "Chase, Tell that to their family.  The convicts you killed? They have family, too.  Despite how un-redeemable they were, their family is going to think of them as good as gold. I should warn you.  It will come back to haunt you."
  "Why? What do you know?" Chase glares at Keith.
  "Nitte wants to use them against you and your friends. You have friends helping you, right?"
  Chase's heart starts racing.  He has always worried about Loch being exposed.  Loch has a lot to lose. 
  And does Nitte know anything about Cheyaka?  He hopes not.
  Keith doesn't wait for Chase's answer.  "Let's go.  I'll buy you a drink right outside the Reservation.  Chances are, we're going to see some scumbags. Maybe we could put them on your kill list."
  "We're driving out of the Rez now?"
  "Good Lord, Chase. You are not a child who needs to be in bed by 9 PM, are you?"
  "No."
  "Then come on."
  As they are driving out of the Reservation, Keith starts to list things he wants Chase to do.
  "Like I said, spreading corpse is just one task.  The next task is, figuring out what Nitte is up to and stop her.  I suspect that she's not just working for Eleanor Abbot.  I'll do this with you for a bit, but then I'll be getting back to be part of the security detail for Senator Rick Powes."
  Keith speaks quite fast like he's just giving a command.  Keith is such a stereotypical military man. Chase makes a noise to show that he hears it.  But he's not agreeing to anything.
  "You can also come along with me to D.C. if you want." Keith adds.
  Chase is a little alarmed when he hears "D.C," but he knows Keith means Washington D.C.
  Keith continues, "If you prefer to hang around the Dakotas, we'd like you to secure the pipeline and oil well.  Especially the oil well.  You can probably guess it—the FBI is our friends, too.  The FBI just received a tip out of New York that there's some kind of radical group threatening to blow up the Midwest.  And the report from New York says, it is possible that they are aiming the oil."
  "Hmm," Chase is curious.  New York, huh.  He wonders if Loch has heard anything about it. 
  "And, if you want to earn extra money, I have some personal requests for you. For example, I'd like to get one of my buddies out of jail.  He actually recently made headlines for taking a house of people as hostage in Minnesota.  I don't want you to break him out anytime soon.  Let's wait until the news die down.  Ironically, Eleanor Abbot called a press conference and spoke about my buddy."
  Chase is shocked.  He believes that's the hostage situation that he and Loch were filming. Yeah, it was not that long ago. 
  "Anyway, I will pay you with my own money.  You said you wanted to open a restaurant, right? 25K sounds like a good start.  I think people who win the champion in the cooking competition on TV gets about that much of money."
  "Oh yeah.  Food Channel's Quick Three-Courses competition." Chase smiles.  He finds it a little amusing and flattering that Keith is 100% sure he will accept all the tasks and is able to do all of them.
  Keith pulls up in front of a dive bar. There are a lot of heavy-duty motorcycles parked out there.  One beat-up sedan; five pick up trucks.  50% of the vehicles have USA flags sticking out. 
  They walk in, and no one cards them.  Surprisingly, Keith orders an artisan beer. And surprisingly, this little dive bar carries it.
  Keith leans over to Chase and speaks in a low voice, "Lesson number 1: Get anything only in a glass bottle and you tell them you open it yourself."
  Chase nods.  He hasn't really had much beer in his life.  He had a few whiskeys with Loch when Loch drank at home. 
  Before Chase orders anything, he hears some commotion from a booth in the back.  A burly man and a skinny girl with long black hair are seemingly arguing.  The girl looks to be an indigenous woman. She might be younger than Chase. 
  The man grabs onto the girl tightly.  He then tucks her under his arms. He is ready to bring her out of the booth they are sitting.
  "Oh man. Are you seeing this?"  Chase asks Keith.
  Chase decides he can't let an indigenous girl get in this kind of situation. Not enough people are watching out the indigenous people.  And Chase thinks he's the only one here who can protect his own people.
  Chase doesn't know Keith is shaking his head behind him as he watches Chase walks into trouble.

Robert was just a young man who accidentally went missing when he was on a combat mission in China.  During the days he was gone, he encountered something incredible that gave him superpowers.  He would become a "Legend" that lives on and on and on... even to this day.... But where is he now?  
  Jack is a New York City detective who doesn't play by the rules.  After an incident at work, he starts to come across mysterious people and receives strange requests. He will soon realize, some of these people have evil plans, and they are quite impossible to defeat.
  Unless, Jack can recruit a team of people with special talents, including a "Legend" who never dies. Together, they may have a chance to defeat the villains.
  But first, can they find the "Legend" to join the team? Can they control the damage that's about to happen? 

* This is set in modern day. (See Author's Note). No system. No incarnation. No transmigration. No harem (no one man pockets multiple girls. 1 male lead has 1 female love interest and development).
* This is set in a realistic world where characters have superpowers.
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...Wh-Who are you?

I was blank, confused. Why was this thing here with me, plus why was it my family. I didn't understand what was going on, how could something go into my mind? How can anything go inside and live inside someone or something? This did not make any sense! This broke the scientific law of The Great Me!

Each time I heard the voice, it was coming from the inside of my mind. I definitely remembered that before I destroyed the sphere, the thing had talked, not from inside me. I had heard it from the outside, sensed its direction, and sensed its strength of volume. I did not hear it outside... but within my body! It was within my head! The thing was inside of my intellect!? How is this even possible to do!? This does not form any sense of logic! It was a logical fallacy! ...Then again, nothing so far went according to how I thought logic was supposed to be… This… had it merged with me?

[Host I am a system.], the cute mechanical voice, had announced in my head once more.  Wait… was this even considered cute? Yes it was high-pitched, but this thing is what caused me to be coo-coo, ever since I had woken up. I felt like I was going crazy… In fact, I even felt like I had a mental disorder just like the system said earlier…  Was it true? Am I plain stupid? Does my IQ not win against a fish?

Ever since I came into this world, it was one crazy event after another. I did not understand even one thing over the course of events, nor would anyone else that knew of my events! Who can even understand this crap of insane affairs that have kept happening to me.

I was right now truly wishing that I was dead already, I wished to be in a coma once more, never to see this poop of a world, ever again in my life.

I was in a daze once more, till I was able to abruptly snap out of it. My head raced with new concepts and judgements. This thing had said system, and since it was now inside of me, does that mean it truly merged into me? Was this a good thing or a bad thing for me?

I didn't know the answer, however as my train of thoughts had reached this point, the system had answered for me.

[Host, I am like what you are thinking about, so called 'inside of' or 'merged with' you. Although it is not exact, essentially I am part of you now. We are one being, and I can never be separated from you ever again!]

Isn't not being separated a bad thing?  I was depressed. Who wants something talking inside of them in their life? I did not want someone to spectate my life, everything he did. Who would wish to have someone have a hard first person pov of you when you pee, change, or shower? Who would want to have a hard gaze on you, constantly as you do small things? Perverts. That was what.

This was like a parent making their kid put on a impossibly strong leash, one that the parents will know exactly, exactly everything in your life! Every single little to big thing that happens in your life. All the embarrassing moments. All the moments you wish for your parents to never look on your phone.

Why did the internet make a incognito mode? It was exactly because people are way too shameless, and do immoral things. How will I ever find out how I will have a kid in the future now!? It was too shameful! This was a disaster in its own right!

The mind was arisen from within him. His situation was off though, and soon  discovered he was no longer what he thought he once was... The lowest of all life. With the only belonging of his, he shall go on a journey to discover himself and get a new identity. A vow to top all Legends-

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-a certain well known broadcast station-

“Hey-, have you heard!?”

“?”

“The thing on the NEWS! The City of Legends!”

“Those are lies, its clickbait...”

“No! It’s really true! They say countless legends are born every day! The impossible is possible in that city! The attraction is huge!”

“Huh?”

“Bro we must visit! Don’t you know all the recent stories everyone are talking about originated from there! ‘Twisting Heaven and Earth’, ‘The Legendary Flyswatter’, ‘Demonic Scare of the Heavens’, ‘The Legendary Food Thief’, and so much more! Come on, we might be able to witness one with our own eyes!”

“What!? Those are from there!? Frick! Why did you keep quiet!??”

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*Cautioned shows some R-18 references and scenes, however this is NOT a romance novel, this novel is focused on COMEDY and FANTASY*

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Author Notes- This novel was written for writing prompt #48 Evolution. This novel is basically about a character who starts off as the lowest of all life forms, he needs to hit certain requirements to evolve. The tasks wind up making him famous. Unlike my other novel, ‘Stage 2 Initializing : Welcome to Planet Iris’, this topic I will actually enjoy writing honestly, so I will also focus on this novel more. Schedule for now is a guaranteed 14 chapters weekly. I will try to hit at least 1 chapter a day. There may be extra chapters some days, depending on how much I write. Also please review the novel as it really helps me out and also gives me feedback. If you like this novel too, please use your powerstones! Ty ~ Eslyna

Flora stared at the pink cupcake-shaped building 'Homemaker's Haven'.
It even had shimmering sprinkles on its creamy white roof and a cherry on the top!
"I think it's a trap!" Flora stated.
An affirmative beep sounded in Flora's mind.
"Is that you, Aitoshuri?"
It beeped again.
"Stupid logical fallacy! If one beep means no, it makes the same sense as if one beep means yes!"
It beeped again.
"What do you think, Aidan?"
"I believe Aitoshuri agrees with you. But I'm sorry, I don't see it. Humans perceive cupcakes as delicious, aren't they?"
"In Germany, there are many fairytales where innocent maidens get enticed by eatable houses only to get eaten by witches at the end, like Hansel and Gretel, or the land of milk and honey. I don't remember Charly and the chocolate factory that much, but it wasn't entirely safe."
"No comments in the bulletin boards hint any nefarious activities."
"We'll beam to the Hunting Lodge first and get Detect Traps."

The Hunting Lodge turned out to be a cozy compound in the woods. Log cabins surrounded a central place, with a wooden fence encircling them and an archery field. 
Flora found the check-in and swiped her badge.
Daily Quest: Skinning (Hunting Lodge)
Description: Help Skinner Darkly skin ten animals.
Rewards: Reputation with the Hunting Lodge
Penalty: none
Difficulty: D
Weekly Quest: Mammoth-Hunt
Description: Participate in one mammoth hunt, starting daily at 11 P.M. and 11 A.M. C.C.T.
Rewards: Reputation with the Hunting Lodge
Penalty: none
Difficulty: C
Flora thought about the dead kingators that lurked somewhere in her inventory and accepted the first quest.
"This game is horrible. You never run out things to do."
Swiftly, she found a workshop for the class "Trapper" that taught everything on her list. It started in a quarter-hour, so she visited the skinning teacher in the meantime.

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You gained an ability: Salvaging (Animals).
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The skinning knife in Flora's hand shook. 
'Get a grip on yourself! If you want to eat it, you should be able to cook it. If you want to cook it, you should be able to prepare it. If you want to prepare it, you should be able to kill it. Because without this step, it never ends in your stomach!'
But the bunny was so cute! It was a creamy beige and had a little unicorn horn protruding from his head. 
Its lifelessness felt wrong. The bunny should hop over a meadow and enjoying the sun with its friends!
Flora put the knife down. 
"Suggestions?"
"If you switch to half auto-mode, there is an option to make helplines appear where the cuts should be, Milady. Another possibility is to build a robot or use the octopus to skin the rabbit."
"Thank you. Let's try the helplines, first."
Surprisingly, it helped. The glowing lines, reaching from one paw along its legs to the other, hammered home that this was a game. Or maybe it bridged the connection to CAD-systems and woke up Flora's professional side. 
Flora made the cut. 
She had expected that the next step, flaying the hide, might even be more difficult, but concentrating on the technical aspects, she managed to execute it swiftly.
"Ha!" she exclaimed proudly but got subdued when she remembered that she had to repeat the process ten times. "Next!"

The workshop captivated Flora. The topic was all new and exciting. 
The first part was about where to place traps and what traps are suitable for what situations or animals. In the second part, they built a pit trap.  At last, they learned about spells to deploy or even create traps and to detect traps.
The instructor advised the students to participate in the next workshop, Tracking, to make full use of the class, but Flora opted out.
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You gained a new ability: Trapping.
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You gained a new skill: Create Bear-Trap
Description: Creates a bear-trap for one minute. Initial damage and high probability for bleeding and fixates the enemy for up to 10 sec.
CD: 1 minute.
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You gained a new skill: Deploy Traps
Description: Distribute one or more traps from your inventory. 
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You gained a new skill: Detect Traps
Description: Indicates traps for one minute.
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You gained a new skill: Escape Trap
Description: Moves you away from the trap and removes the primary debuff of the trap.
CD: 25 sec.
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You gained a new skill: Lure
Description: Creates an irresistible object for one minute. If your opponents won't touch it, their attribute OVs gets halved for 25 sec.
CD: 5 minutes.
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You gained a new class: Trapper.
Class: Trapper.
Branch: Survival.
Passive:
+ 1 Training efficiency modifier for Ability Trapping
Active:
Bonus for Trapping Skills
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After the workshop, Flora fetched the Treasure-Chest from her inventory. She wanted to check with Skinner Darkly on how to process the kingators. 
When she opened the door of the container, some parts fell out of it. The chest was filled up to Flora's height with camping equipment, hull pieces, statues, knick-knack, and assumably two kingator carcasses.
It would have been better if there had been no room at all because the current situation gave Flora the hope to find them and get them out.
First, Flora looked at everything visible from the door. She was sure she saw a scale reflecting the light a bit further in the room.
Jumping up and grabbing the doorframe with one hand, she set her foot carefully on the head of a statue and leaned in to reach the blanket that was blocking her sight. 
Unfortunately, her naked underarm touched a statue.
Lady Mnoder versus Huebueld Wypadek - Mannequin-Routine.

A small but growing crowd gathered around a container in the middle of the Hunters Lodge. 
It was painted like a treasure chest with thick studded belts and carvings of maps, tropical islands, pirate ships, and skulls.
One leg jutted out of its door. The rest of the woman, wearing a shabby looking greenish-white mech-suit, was balancing on top of a mountain of trash without moving an inch.
"Do you think she is doing some performance art?"
"Maybe it's a challenge, someone should try to get one of the items in the chest, and we'll see what happens."
"Dude! Look at the leg. I bet it comes down as soon as I make a move!"
"I still think it is art. The chest represents our futile greed for wealth. The trashiness of the mech-suit our limited abilities. The junk in the container that is not worth the pursuit. That she is stuck in an uncomfortable position is an allegory how we are all stuck in our miserable lives in a society ruled by consuming!" A girl with multi-colored hair explained to the audience.
Finally, the woman started to move, diving even deeper into the container.
"Now, she is in the throws of her own greed! No! She let go of the doorframe! Hold on, Granny! Don't let the capitalist monster eat you!"
"Ha! I got you!" The woman exclaimed. 
She climbed out of the container holding the tails of two crocodile-like creatures and froze when she saw the crowd staring at her.
"And she found a beast symbolizing her primal ferociousness in the depth of the consumer hell. It enabled her to free herself from the shackles of our modern society!" 
The commentating girl clapped with enthusiasm but then changed to the sign language form of clapping, and the crowd joined in.

'What is happening here? Why are those young people trying to dislocate their wrists?'
Rapidly, Flora put her chest back into her inventory and marched away, only throwing a suspicious glance above her shoulder to see if she was followed.

The second visit with the skinner was more enjoyable than the first. He showed her not only how to skin the beasts, but traded them with her for two blueprints: Frost-Trap and Explosive-Trap and even taught her the spell for the Frost-Trap.
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You gained a skill: Frost-Trap.
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Flora felt ready for the Homemaker's Haven.

"Alright, sweeties! Guard yourself! How are your firewalls?"
"Up and Running, Milady!"
Aitoshuri gave a confirming beep.
"When someone happens, or you sense something that could pose a danger, warn me!"
Slowly, Flora approached the cupcake-shaped building.
<Detect Traps>!
She entered and arrived at the pink, yellow striped hall.
<Detect Traps>!
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Zone: Homemaker's Haven
Color: Yellow
Automated Reputation Losses 
Fighting: - 5 Rep
Littering: - 1 Rep
Cussing: - 1 Rep
Property Destruction: - 3 Rep
Automated Reputation Gains 
Consum: + 1 Rep per 10 VirDos
Quests: + 1 Rep per Quest
Teach: + 1 Rep per hour
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Only after checking every corner, Flora swiped her badge across the console.
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Daily Quest: Blooming Home (Homemaker's Haven)
Description: Create a flower bouquet in the winter-garden.
Rewards: Reputation with Homemaker's Haven
Penalty: none 
Difficulty: D
Weekly Quest: Work-Shop Leisure-Home (Homemaker's Haven)
Description: Attend a workshop in Homemaker's Haven.
Rewards: Reputation with Homemaker's Haven
Penalty: none 
Difficulty: E
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The next workshop for acquiring the Homemaker class started in twenty minutes. Flora took the time to inch carefully towards the classroom.
<Detect Traps>! 
She passed cozy parlors, <Detect Traps>!, a bakery, <Detect Traps>!, a sewing room, <Detect Traps>!, and several kitchens, <Detect Traps>!, <Detect Traps>!, <Detect Traps>! and started to feel ridiculous.
Just when she decided that she had no reason to feel paranoid, the spell lightened up a wall in blue!
"Ha! I knew it! But why is it blue? In the lesson, the glow was yellow. Is it an extra mean trap?"
"No, Milady. It's a secret door. They glow blue, unknown mechanisms glow orange and deactivated traps green."
Flora was disappointed and walked now in a regular tempo. 
"Oh, well. Let's go to the course. I might have misjudged this establishment."
A few meters later, Aitoshuri made distressed sounds.
<Detect Traps>!
Immediately after casting, Flora pressed her back on a wall and took a defensive posture.
"What's up?"
"Aitoshuri sent me a link: The five principles of adventuring successfully in the Cetviwos."
Increase the reputation with both of the main factions of the branch of your main class
Take part in competitions
If you see something in an unlikely place, investigate it
Raise only physical vigor until you have 100 levels in it.
Positioning is key
"What means the last point?"
Do not stand in AoE's!
Be aware of the range of your skills
Control the point of engagement
Stand behind your opponent
Use terrain advantages
Keep the overview
Don't obstruct your teammates
Aidan read her the list but added that Aitoshuri marked the third point.
"So, she thinks I should investigate the hidden door? But isn't it impolite to snoop around other people's places?"
"It's a game, Milady. And there is no reputation loss for entering restricted areas in this zone."
"We try it your way."
Flora walked back and inspected the wall with Detect Traps. One lamp on the wall was a deeper blue than the rest. After fiddling with it, a wooden panel slid back and revealed a staircase.
Before entering, Flora XYZ-rayed the mechanism. She had no intention of getting stuck on the other side.
The stairs led to a round stone room. It only contained a pedestal with a shimmering scroll on it.
'Mother JJCherrytree's Secret Cherry-Chocolate-Cupcake Recipe'
Flora read it.
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You gained a hidden recipe: Mother JJCherrytree's Secret Cherry-Chocolate-Cupcake
Effect: + 3 OV Magical Micro-Control, + 2 OV Magical Defense
Tier: 1
Rating: S
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Beware! If you share a hidden thing, you will lose it and one additional one! 
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Raising her eyebrows, Flora questioned Aidan about the last message.
"You are not allowed to teach a hidden skill, class, or recipe or tell anything about the quest you had to do to get it. You are allowed to link its name, effects, and description and mention the name of the teacher. Revealing the location is more ambivalent, I advise against it or only in the vaguest possible terms."
After searching futility the room for additional secrets, Flora went to the workshop.
They did a bit of cooking, cleaning, and sewing and how to prepare a budget. 
--------------------
You gained a skill: Magic Stir.
You gained a skill: Magic Needle.
You gained a skill: Magic Ledger.
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Flora was disappointed that no household appliances were used at all! The workshop ended with the obligatory recommendation for the next workshop, in this case, Gardening. 
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You gained a new ability: Cooking.
You gained a new ability: Tailoring.
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Class: Homemaker
Branch: Crafting
Passives:
+1 Training efficiency modifier for Ability Cooking
+1 Training efficiency modifier for Ability Tailoring
+1 Training efficiency modifier for Ability Negotiation
+1 Training efficiency modifier for Ability Appraisal
Active:
Bonus for Homemaker skills
--------------------

The janitor's office was in the cellar of the building. Enduring a lecture by a gnarly older man about proper behavior in corridors, Flora got the next class.
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Class: Janitor
Branch: Crafting
Passives:
+1 Training efficiency modifier for affinity/resistance time magic
Active:
Bonus for crafting utility skills
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Finally, Flora could connect her crafting classes to the Champion of Evailyn class:
Champion of Evailyn → Priestess of Evailyn → Homemaker → switch Homemaker with Janitor → switch Mechanic with Technician 
Priestess of Evailyn → Priest
Janitor → Homemaker
Technician → Mechanic
Technician → Electrician
Technician → Smith
At last, Flora connected Pupil to Technician. 
"Aitoshuri, please switch Pupil around to whatever I level at the moment."

After Flora Fluss burns down the kitchen, her son insists she is too old to live alone. She's got two choices. Either move into a retirement home or spend the rest of her life within a virtual reality game governed by society's most advanced artificial intelligence. When you've worked a lifetime as an engineer for home appliances, naturally, you go with the option that has more toasters. 
Soon, Flora finds out that the virtual world is more familiar than she thought. Though, it takes her a while to get used to the idea that tanks don't hold water or oil but the aggro of mobs.  

Auntie toasts the VRMMORPG contains cute crafting, complicated game-mechanics plus how to exploit them, unconventional training methods, and a lot of toasters.

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The cruel battle was finally over.
Zuo Jingyun submerged the broken 'Cloud Penetrator' into a natural underground chamber and moved forward along a dry underground river. Since the drill was no longer needed, the noise would be reduced to the minimum.
The Cultivators of Starlight with the best hearing stuck magical equipment that looked like metal ears against the crags in all directions, but they did not hear any noise of drilling for a long time.
The Immortal Cultivators must have lost them.
They were temporarily safe.
The Cultivators were finally able to take a breath in relief and seized every second to maintain the earthly dragon and tend to their wounds.
The Fist King, as the greatest contributor of the battle, left the crowd and hid in a dark corner of the empty underground chamber. He asked Han Te and Liu Li to help him carry the maintenance tools and the backup components to repair his broken body.
Everybody knew the might of 'Fist King' Lei Zonglie. They had seen his tough and unparalleled performances in the two great battles with their own eyes. Seeing that he was apparently in no mood to talk to strangers, they did not dare to disturb him.
"The third cooling pad."
The Fist King observed his twisted body through four crystal cameras that were floating before his face and spoke to Liu Li while pondering the maintenance plan.
Liu Li hurried to find out what the Fist King needed from the box of backup components and brought it over with both hands.
Looking at the Fist King's wounded body and recalling the sacrifices he had made for her and He Tan and his reassuring words, Liu Li felt her heart warm up, and she could not help but touch the Fist King's broken body. She said sincerely, "Thank you, Master Fist King."
Seeing the girl extending her soft hand over, the Fist King's man-made eyes constricted quickly. But he did not dodge and simply said coldly, "There's no need to thank me. You know that this is just a deal. I have made the seemingly optimal choice from the database for the purpose of getting stronger.
"Besides, I am not a human being. Although I can simulate all the feelings of human beings, it will be nothing more than a pile of data. Even if you do thank me sincerely, I will not be touched at all."
"Huh. Is that so?" Liu Li blushed and said somewhat in embarrassment, "But when you invited us to dinner that day at the top floor of Great Iron City…"
"It was just a disguise and a simulation of the character of 'Fist King' Lei Zonglie," the Fist King said casually. "If needed, I can simulate hundreds of different personalities. Calm, brutal, cunning, temperamental, enraged, the list goes on. Such simulations can help me better melt into the battlefield environment and may be in favor of the accomplishment of my target. But it will consume part of my computational ability and slow down my central database. It will also result in a certain degree of instability.
"So, now that the two of you have learned my real identity, and I need to summon all my computational ability on the consideration of the maintenance plan, there is no need for me to keep the simulation of personalities. As a result, the efficiency of my maintenance has been improved by more than seven percent."
In fact, the Fist King had said the same thing to Li Yao before, but Liu Li always found it hard to understand. "It is very perplexing. Are you suggesting that the nonchalance right now is the Fist King's real personality?"
"There is no such thing as 'real personality'. There is not even a real Master Fist King," the Fist King said coldly. "Personality, feelings or self-will are exclusive for human beings. I am not a human being. I do not have any self-awareness. I am just a puppet, an object, and a machine that will move in a certain direction. Have you never used a spiritual puppet before?"
"Of course I have." Liu Li thought for a moment and shook his head. "But Master Fist King, you're different from those spiritual puppets. Those things are all very silly and will only respond to specific commands or questions that are proposed to them. They often spurt out sparks and fall silent."
"There is no essential difference," the Fist King said expressionlessly. "The low-level spiritual puppets look stupid because of their poor databases and policy groups, which limit their choices. They do not have the ability to study and upgrade themselves.
"My database and policy group are thousands of times more abundant than theirs. Naturally, I seem to be very fluent in answering all your questions.
"But essentially speaking, I am no different from those things. We are all puppets and machines. When you raise a question, I will choose the most appropriate information from the database after computation and analysis and respond by means of voice to make us closer to each other. That way, it will be easier for me to realize the purpose to protect you. There's nothing more to it. Multipurpose wrench, please."
Liu Li handed over the multipurpose wrench and stuck out her tongue. Then she said with a smile, "So, Master Fist King, you can say 'please', too. Didn't you say that such formalities are meaningless?"
"For me, 'please' does not mean anything. But for you human beings, it is a way to express appreciation," the Fist King said. "By my calculation, if I behave in a friendlier way, your efficiency in picking and screening the backup components will increase, and the odds of your errors will drop. That is the reason I thanked you."
Liu Li was dazed for a long time. Blushing, she said, "No matter how you put it, Master Fist King, we haven't thanked you properly yet. You've probably never heard it before, but you are actually a good guy!"
"Logical fallacy," the Fist King observed. "You are very clear that I am neither good nor a 'guy'. I only chose to protect you because the deal is in my best interests, and it serves to make me stronger.
"If there are other means that can make me stronger but I'm obliged to kill a lot of people, I will not hesitate to kill people, including the two of you. In fact, I have already killed a lot of people. Otherwise, how could I have become 'Fist King' Lei Zonglie?"
"But…" Liu Li summoned her courage and said, "At the very least, you did not savage and torture them to death, did you?"
After a brief silence, the Fist King said, "No."
"That's right," Liu Li said. "Han Te and I grew up in a Desolate World, but we've seen a lot of tough bandits from the Bloody Worlds. Many of them are perverts, lunatics, and fiends! They kill the babies who are still being breastfed. They skin people alive and watch the bleeding victims dance. They throw the captives into the horde of mutated beasts and watch them get mauled and torn apart. They hang their enemies upside down in the sunlight until they die of heatstroke and dehydration a few days later. We have seen and heard too many things like that. Would you ever do any of those things, Master Fist King?"
"No." The Fist King shook his head. "If I want to kill anyone, I will certainly choose the most efficient and convenient approach. I cannot understand the practice of torturing somebody for three days and three nights and mince him slowly until he dies, which will both be a waste of my own time and energy and increase the possibility of the enemy running away. It is truly… pointless."
"That is exactly what I'm saying!" Liu Li smiled. "In a place like the Land of Sins, someone like you can already be counted as a good guy, just like my dad and Grandpa Yao."
The Fist King was silent for a long time as he adjusted his joints and power rune arrays with his full attention. It was not until five minutes later that he finally opened his mouth and asked, "Are you not scared of me?"
Liu Li and Han Te looked at each other. "Should we be scared of you?"
"I don't know, but some human beings used to be very scared of us, artificial intelligence," the Fist King said. "You know that I've been to an underground sanctuary or library of the Martial Meritocrats Civilization. A lot of files of the civilization were left inside, including some of their entertainment and art.
"It is quite strange that, despite all the internal and external problems that the Martial Meritocrats Civilization was faced at that time, a lot of the entertainment and art regarded artificial intelligence as their future enemy.
"For some reason, some of the people of the Martial Meritocrats Sector seemed very scared of the artificial intelligence that could learn. They even believed that artificial intelligence would destroy their world someday.
"But as it turns out, it was human beings themselves who destroyed the Martial Meritocrats Civilization.
"I am not sure if human beings should fear artificial intelligence. But if 'fear' can be defined as the alert for unknown dangers, then I think I probably am more scared of human beings than you are of me."
Liu Li and Han Te bulged their eyes. "Y-you are scared of us?"
"Yes. I am scared of you," the Fist King said solemnly. "Some people among you are very terrifying."
Liu Li tilted his head and thought for a long time. Not knowing how she should explain or comfort him, she suddenly took out the metal can that she treasured more than her own life from her pocket, grabbed a handful of golden seeds, and passed them over.
With a smiling face, the little girl said innocently, "They are the seeds of the Gold Barley. I've given it a lot of thought. The Land of Sins is too large a place for me to plant the Gold Barley all over it on my own. So, I have made a decision. From today on, whenever I meet a really good person, I will give them a handful of Gold Barley seeds and ask them to help me.
"Master Fist King, would you like to give me a hand? If you go to a place far, far away and find suitable soil, please spray a handful of Gold Barley seeds!"
The Fist King's man-made eyes froze for a long time before he extended his metal arm and took the Gold Barley seeds rigidly. After observing them for a long time, he finally stored them into the storage space deep inside his chest.
"Alright. I'll do my best," he said in a low voice, with a voice not cold anymore but mixed with the ambition and fury to conquer the world.
"Huh?" Liu Li blinked in amazement. "Master Fist King, you've become what you were like when you invited us to dinner that day. Didn't you say that such a simulation of personality will consume a lot of computational ability?"
"If it makes you feel more comfortable, it is not actually a lot," the Fist King said in a deep voice. "After all, I've been playing the role of 'Fist King' Lei Zonglie for decades. I'm already used to it."
"Great!" the little girl exclaimed. "If you are used to it, maybe you will turn into a real human being someday!"
"Human beings are really too complicated. I'm afraid that I can never upgrade into you." Pausing for a moment, the Fist King stressed his tone and repeated himself. "I… am just a puppet, a machine."


“Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal, bloody, shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness! 
“No matter how weak each spark is, how short-lived, how small… As long as the sparks flow unabated, then one day one of those sparks will light some tinder, and that tinder shall light some fallen branches, and those branches shall set ablaze each and every last tree of the forest! 
“In the end, even the smallest sparks will eventually set the shadowy forest ablaze and illuminate the whole world!”
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** Qidian International and the former translator, Mr. Strivon, have reached an agreement to buy out the chapters and host them on our site. We will be continuing the translation from the last chapter translated by Mr. Strivon **

Line 11 on page 17?!
Tao Zhexuan paused for a second.
Not just Tao Zhexuan, but Professor Deligne, Molina, and even Schultz, who was hiding in the corner and chewing gum, they were all surprised.
"I thought the problem was on line 5 page 21…"
Schultz muttered to himself as he took out some paper. He quickly drew some mathematical symbols that only he could understand, and began running calculations in his brain.
"Line 5 on page 21?" Akshay Venkatesh said. He was sitting next to Schultz. After contemplating it for a second, he said, "I thought the problem was on page 31, line 11."
Just like Schultz, Akshay was also considered a world-class mathematician.
In addition to his achievements in the fields of representation and number theory, he was also the only Australian who had won medals in both the International Physics Olympiad and the International Mathematical Olympiad…
Not to mention, he won both of them when he was twelve years old.
Schultz took out a crumpled piece of thesis paper from his pocket. He took a glance at page 31 and seemed to be intrigued.
"It seems like Professor Lu is facing more trouble than I had imagined."
Akshay didn't say anything. He slowly closed his eyes.
Three different scholars found three different problems in the proof.
This showed that, not only was there a problem with the core proof, but there seemed to be a systematic problem with the entire proof. 
Even though Schlutz felt sympathetic toward this Fields Medal medalist on stage, there was nothing he could do.
Everyone made youthful and arrogant mistakes. He hoped that Lu Zhou could come out of this stronger than before.
Otherwise, it would be a huge loss for the mathematics community.
Schultz frowned and went into deep thought. Akshay, on the other hand, already knew the outcome of this report. Xu Chengyang, who was nearby, had a serious look on his face.
Zhang Shouwu, who was sitting next to Professor Xu, noticed that Lu Zhou had stopped talking. Zhang Shouwu couldn't help but ask.
"Why isn't he talking?…"
Even though Faltings was his past supervisor, he was still a Chinese, so he was obviously on the Chinese side.
Lu Zhou was the face of the Chinese academic community.
That was why Zhang Shouwu supported Lu Zhou, even though he wasn't optimistic about Lu Zhou winning against Faltings…
After all, it was a lot easier to find a logical fallacy than to create a robust argument. Not to mention, creating counter-arguments on the spot was even more difficult…
When Wiles proved Fermat's last theorem, he spent an entire year fixing the loopholes and answering all of the reviewers' questions.
But now, half of the mathematics world had their attention on Lu Zhou. Most people wouldn't even be able to think clearly in a situation like this…
"Line 11 on page 17?" Lu Zhou turned the pages and found the line, and he steadily said, "I used the Stirling table for the Γ(s) function. Equation (2) is simplified into J (δ) = Σd (k + 1) (n) I (n) + Δ (δ)…"
"I obviously know that," Faltings interrupted Lu Zhou. He then said, "The Stirling table used on the Γ (s) function was a clever method, it saved you a lot of trouble. But even though you transformed Re (s) = 1-c / ln [| Im (s) | +2], you still can't change the fact that there are no non-trivial zero points on the right limit side."
Zhang Shouwu held his breath; Professor Deligne clenched his fists; Schultz stopped writing; Tao Zhexuan looked excited; Molina bit her lip…
"Here we go…" said Xu Chengyang.
Xu Chengyang, who was sitting beside Professor Zhang Shouwu, sighed.
Most of the people sitting here already knew what Faltings was about to say. 
The old man wearing a black trench coat spoke with a steady voice.
"No matter what kind of hyperelliptic curve you choose, you can't get around this fact.
"This is the most flawed argument in your thesis, and the right boundary from Re (s) = 1 extends the left by Re (s) = 1-ε (ε > 0) doesn't make logical sense… I spoke about this in my first email to you, but you didn't seem to take my advice."
The auditorium was dead silent.
One could hear a pin drop in this venue.
This question was like a sharp dagger, digging deep into the thesis.
Professor Deligne unclenched his fists and sighed softly.
I guess Faltings is still the best.
Deligne didn't want to admit this, but ever since Grothendieck passed away, Faltings was the closest person to solving the Riemann hypothesis.
Molina sighed in relief.
She was relieved to see that Lu Zhou had failed as this meant one less competitor for the Riemann hypothesis, but unfortunately…
This defeat meant that the Quasi Riemann hypothesis was yet to be solved and that the proof of the critical zone boundary could no longer be applied…
First Grothendieck.
Now Professor Lu.
Countless geniuses had been defeated by the Riemann hypothesis dragon.
Rumor had it that the Riemann hypothesis was like Gödel's incompleteness theorem in that it could neither be solved nor disproven…
Molina couldn't help but panic.
What if the answer she had been searching for didn't even exist…
Then what was the point of all this work?
Meanwhile, on the other side of the venue.
Schultz looked at Lu Zhou and smiled. He spoke to Akshay.
"Akshay, my friend? Do you know that sometimes, I wonder if the Riemann hypothesis is cursed? Think about how many talented geniuses have been defeated by the Riemann hypothesis… At least that's what happened to Sir Atiyah."
Akshay crossed his arms and shook his head.
"I don't believe in curses."
"That's because you don't get it." Schultz shrugged and showed a charming smile as he said, "You know, apparently, before Grothendieck left home to live in France, Grothendieck was obsessed with the idea of the devil. He believed that the devil changed the numerically beautiful speed of light, from 300,000 kilometers per second to the irrational 299792.458 kilometers per second. He believed the devil made the simple Riemann's hypothesis into something unsolvable…"
Akshay felt a little uncomfortable, and he tried to end this conversation.
"Okay, enough."
Schultz smiled and ignored Akshay's reply.
"Also, apparently, before Grothendieck disappeared, and even before Weil's conjecture was proven, Grothendieck tried to solve Riemann's hypothesis. In 2010, Grothendieck, who had disappeared for 10 years, suddenly wrote a letter to his student. Guess what was in the letter?"
Akshay didn't want to hear these legends, but he still asked out of curiosity, "What…"
Schultz spat out his gum on a wrapping paper and spoke.
"He wrote that, whoever can take the crown of Riemann's hypothesis from the devil, will accomplish something people have tried for thousands of years…"
He paused for a second and continued, "Which is, the unification of algebra and geometry!"
…
Lu Zhou stood quietly on stage.
For a long time.
Just as Faltings began to wonder if he was too ruthless toward this young scholar, Lu Zhou suddenly said, "The reason you asked this question is that you didn't understand my proof at all."
The moment he finished speaking, there was a huge commotion in the auditorium.
People were surprised, shocked, and even… angry!
Lu Zhou could sense the change in the atmosphere. He took a deep breath and stared at Professor Faltings, who was standing in the distance.
He glanced at the old man's look of disbelief and added, "My apologies for putting things bluntly.
"But after hearing your question, I finally realize where our differences are."
He originally thought he didn't convey his proof well enough.
But now, it seemed like that wasn't the case.
The dispute between the two wasn't like a tied knot, but it was rather like two parallel lines.
Lu Zhou felt a weird feeling.
It was surprisingly wonderful.
All of the doubts in his mind had disappeared.
Lu Zhou sighed in his heart.
He felt like there was only one person on Earth who could truly understand his thesis.
And that person wasn't in this venue today.
"I'll show you the proof."
Lu Zhou turned around and faced the whiteboard.
"You probably remember the equations on the whiteboard, so I'll rub them off…"
After wiping the whiteboard, Lu Zhou picked up the marker.
"First of all, I'd like to thank my student. Without her, none of this would have been possible."
Lu Zhou turned around and looked at Faltings seriously.
After that, he glanced over and stared at the very back of the crowded venue.
"Then, let's begin with the basic part… The tool that made the whole thesis possible."
He picked up the marker and wrote down a line on the whiteboard.
[Hyperelliptic curve analysis]
The moment he finished writing…
The atmosphere in the venue exploded!


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

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