Chapter 3 Intelligence Enhancement Potion?

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So, since assets couldn't be brought onto the spaceship, it would be better to donate them to social welfare organizations, putting an end to it and saving the worry.

However, donating also had its intricacies.

Nowadays, welfare organizations were a mixed bag, many of which were established by the wealthy specifically to evade inheritance taxes. Donating assets to these organizations was just like throwing a meat bun to a dog.

After much consideration, Zhang Yuan still decided to donate all his assets to the "Deep Space Foundation."

This massive global nonprofit organization was the initiator of the entire interstellar colonization program. It was directly managed by the United Government, and the cash flow and a series of procedures were exceptionally standardized.

Standing in front of the camera, Zhang Yuan said, "I am willing to donate all of my fixed assets and monetary funds to the Deep Space Foundation, with the effective date being the year 2266..."

He recorded a video, then filled in specific details, and the entire donation process was thus completed.

Until the effective date arrived, the assets remained his own, and he could change his mind at any time.

He pondered carefully for a while and set the effective date for two years later.

A two-year buffer, the "Earth Era" spaceship was expected to reach Pluto's orbit. If nothing went wrong, that would be best. If, unfortunately, something happened, even if a rescue team was sent, it was highly unlikely any of them would survive.

"Let's leave it at that!"

"Such a waste, really such a waste!"

He heavily pressed confirm, feeling both pain and joy in his heart, a sense of inexplicable emptiness as if his whole body was paralyzed.

These were the inheritances left to him by his father, just squandered like that.

Soon, Zhang Yuan comforted himself a bit and pushed the reluctance in his heart to the back of his mind...

Afterward, it seemed there was nothing to do.

Previously, when working in Space City, there was always endless work every day. The trainee captain bossed them around like dogs, grandly calling it "stress training." Suddenly having free time, he felt somewhat at a loss.

Humans really were a wretched species.

Some people liked to indulge and vent crazily before leaving. But he felt there was no need for that.

"Might as well read some books; studying a bit wouldn't hurt."

Zhang Yuan walked into the study and browsed the catalog on the bookshelf.

"Far Abelian Geometry and Tame Topology."

"On Almost Complex Structures in Symplectic Spaces."

"Integral Geometric Methods in the Langlands Program."

Looking at these titles, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but click his tongue.

There were two types of mathematics books: The first kind made you not want to read after the first page; the second kind made you not want to read after the first sentence.

But now, these books belonged to the third kind, making you not want to read just by looking at the titles.

Zhang Yuan, with resignation, randomly flipped open a book.

On a certain page, a certain line read, "For prime number p, the projective limit of (Z/p^nZ)n≥1..."

"1/5 =...5412541254125412"

It was neither English nor an alien language, but any combination of these words couldn't be understood, especially with ellipses oddly placed before the number. What on earth was that?

In neat small characters, a line on the blank space of the paper said, "...Regarding the problem of p-adic integers, I have a better idea, but unfortunately the space here is too small to write it down."

Zhang Yuan's pulse on his forehead twitched a few times; he sighed and gave up on this area of struggle.

To ask why his home had such books, of course, it was—left by his godfather-like father.

According to his father's words, "The world's problems ultimately fall into two categories, one being philosophical problems and the other being mathematical problems. Mastering mathematics, everything becomes simple..."

Indeed, Zhang Yuan was the son of a scientist.

The advantage was that he received the best education from an early age and developed many good habits.

The disadvantage was that when his innate intelligence was simply at the average person's level, he had this feeling of being mentally challenged. Even though he worked hard and got into a decent university, graduating with excellent grades, compared to his father, he still felt like an idiot.

The intelligence gap between people was sometimes greater than that between humans and dogs...

Ding dong, ding dong.

Just then, the shrill doorbell rang from the doorway, pulling back his thoughts.

Zhang Yuan jumped up from the stool and opened the door, only to find a delivery robot standing outside.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Yuan. Your parcel, please check for receipt!" This kind of six-axis robot paired with driverless vehicles was already capable of performing some simple manual labor. Decades ago, a large number of delivery personnel were replaced by robots and became unemployed, which at the time caused large-scale protests (though, of course, abroad).

"Mine?"

To save costs, the delivery robot only had simple AI without complex logic capabilities like language judgment.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Yuan. Your parcel, please check for receipt!"

Zhang Yuan looked at the senders' signature, and to his surprise, it was "Donghua City Law Firm," causing his heart to skip a beat.

"What's going on, a lawyer's letter? Did I break the law?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Yuan. Your parcel, please check for receipt!" The robot just mechanically repeated.

"..."

After pressing his fingerprint to confirm it was the recipient himself, the robot handed him a large package.

With a bang, he shut the door, feeling a bit nervous inside, eagerly unpacking the package.

If he was really inexplicably guilty, perhaps his permit to board the spaceship would be canceled. That's something he definitely wouldn't want to see.

The outermost layer was a paper letter, "Dear Mr. Zhang Yuan, this is an item your father entrusted us to keep. The will only takes effect when you are about to leave Earth..."

Feeling relieved, it turned out to be a "gift" left by his father.

Inside was a folding tablet computer and a cold iron box, with the dry ice inside the package still emitting a ghostly cold mist.

He opened the tablet computer.

"Zhang Yuan!"

A familiar figure appeared on the screen. It was his father.

"Dad." Zhang Yuan murmured as he looked at the screen.

The middle-aged man on the screen smiled, "Recently feeling unwell, perhaps the end is near, and I'm going to see Einstein..."

"..."

"...If you plan to live honestly on Earth, I believe the wealth I left you would be enough for a while."

Indeed, his father left him a house in Donghua City and a couple of million federal coins, enough to marry and raise a child.

"...If you want to leave with the 'Earth Era,' then these legacies are useless, just donate them. Only knowledge is the most important."

Zhang Yuan forced a smile; surprisingly, his and his father's thoughts were quite similar.

"I feel I've not taught you enough knowledge. Although you seem diligent, in many fields, 1% of talent is more important, and you don't have a talent for research, just an ordinary person..."

Zhang Yuan awkwardly scratched his head, his heart calm.

Perhaps having been hit since childhood, his face had become thicker than a dead pig's. "I'm not a genius, but at least I'm not dumb, otherwise, how could I have passed the astronaut exam? I'm doing alright, okay."

Zhang Yuan was just somewhat puzzled as to what this already deceased father was doing. Why, at the last moment, send a computer to scold him?

His father babbled on for half a day, and finally got to the point, "Ahem, this computer contains some of my ideas and thoughts. These include the fields of artificial intelligence, robot algorithms, and some other cutting-edge technologies; they are still unpublished, you can take a look."

These were indeed good things!

"...Don't think about picking the fruits easy, they have not been completely perfected. If you're interested, you might try to improve them. It could be a small gift from me. Of course, if you don't understand the knowledge inside, copying it won't be of any use."

When discussing his academic achievements, his father waxed lyrical, as if only these things could ignite his desire to talk.

After a while, his father's face slightly flushed, his expression began to look tired.

"...Oh, by the way, there's a... potion in that iron box."

His expression turned somewhat strange, paused, and said, "There is a 35% probability it will make you smarter, a 50% probability it won't change anything, and a 15% probability it will make you duller!"

"If you're dissatisfied with your current intelligence, perhaps you can give it a try."

"All the consequences are yours to bear!"

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