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This legacy and the gift of wisdom can be seen as the second generation inheriting the mantle of the first, and it can also be seen that the first generation was revived in the second.
Afterwards, the Second Prince further felt that only he was free.
Besides me, the Fist-Matching Poet!
With such extraordinary wisdom, the Second Emperor undoubtedly reached the level of a genius.
"I guess so?"
Qiong looked at the black tower and asked.
"Of course, Rupert II is an undeniable genius."
Black Tower went straight to the point: "Because he inherited everything from the Emperor, the club didn't give him a new number, but instead let him inherit the number from the previous generation."
"His path is different from that of most geniuses."
Most geniuses who embark on an intellectual journey will choose to ask questions of the wise and learned.
However, Emperor II chose a similar path of self-elevation and coronation as that of the wise man of the time, using a scepter to elevate himself to the status of a 'perfect scholar' whose wisdom was comparable to that of the wise man.
After all, even the Star God, in the Second Generation's view, did not have free will, so what's the point of asking?
The Venerable One of Broad Knowledge?
You're not worthy of my question!
In my first life, I was the dog of the learned Venerable One.
After being reborn, am I still going to be the dog of the learned scholar?
Then wasn't my second life a complete waste?
Whether or not she was treated like a dog, Qiong doesn't know, but in the end, the Second Prince was killed by Polka.
Oh, because there's no evidence, there's only a 90% probability.
"Alright, that's all for our chat time."
Black Tower stopped just before stepping onto the boundary of that historical light and shadow, its wand gracefully turning towards the stars and the sky, a soft stream of data flowing from its tip, enveloping the two of them.
“I need to temporarily remove the Akivik template from you.”
As they were about to enter the realm of the unknown, the Great Black Tower stopped, holding its magic wand and pointing it at the starry sky. Streams of light flowed from the tip of the wand, enveloping the two of them.
"Otherwise, you will not be able to obtain a worthy status in history."
Normally, when entering a historical fragment, the simulated universe will automatically assign the tester a suitable identity, usually just someone on the side of the road.
However, since the Starry Sky is wearing the skin of a Star God, the simulated universe can no longer put them in the skin of ordinary people.
"Give us a father-daughter duo, please."
"Get out! I want the mother and child!"
Black Tower completely ignored the two gray-haired creatures' unreasonable demands, and his wand flashed.
Aquivilli's suit was removed, and the three entered the historical layer.
It was as if it were slowly sinking into an unknown swamp, only to be pulled ashore again.
The field of vision gradually became clear.
"New guy, set the observation accuracy of the imaginary background calibrator to the highest level, the recording frequency based on the quantum interval, and don't forget to pour yourself a cup of coffee."
An unfamiliar female voice entered her ears. Qiong blinked and looked around.
He found himself in a futuristic laboratory, where the Great Black Tower, himself, and Xing were all staff members, dressed in uniforms and white lab coats.
A brown-haired female scholar was directing the oxen and horses under her command to work.
"Oh well."
Qiong ignored the first half of the sentence and poured herself a cup of white crystal coffee.
He picked up his cup, leisurely sat back down in the chair in front of the lab bench, crossed his legs, and began to sip his drink.
Female scholar: "?"
The corner of Daheita's mouth twitched slightly; she shouldn't have expected Qiong to follow the normal script.
Star looked in the mirror, glancing left and right, fiddling with the collar of his academic uniform, and even trying to smooth a stray strand of unruly gray hair to make it look more academic. Da Heita sighed helplessly in his heart.
Having no other choice, she had to do it herself, her fingers flying across the control panel to complete the instructions given by the female scholar.
After the brown-haired female scholar left with a look of utter disbelief, as if to say, "The quality of this year's new graduates is worrying," Black Tower finally withdrew his gaze, staring at her retreating figure, and muttered to himself:
“Dr. Pativia, I never imagined that she would become the starting point of the unknowable realm.”
"Patvia? Is it Dr. Patvia?"
Qiong took a sip of coffee; it tasted quite good.
Is she famous?
Xing, having tasted the flavor through empathy, ran over and opened her mouth to make an "ah" gesture.
Qiong, with his dead fish eyes, handed her the coffee and fed her.
"Yes, it's her."
Hei Ta adjusted the instruments and surveyed the laboratory with a subtle look in his eyes.
"Then you two are quite destined to meet."
The name Pativia is probably not well-known in today's academic circles, and there are many people with the same name.
Based on her knowledge of the Black Tower, Qiong knew of a Parthian.
What made the Black Tower stand out to the erudite and genius was her ability to solve the solitary wave algorithm that had puzzled countless scholars across the universe for a hundred Amber Ages.
Pativia was the one who most crucially raised this problem.
In the unknown domain, the developer privileges of Black Tower are severely restricted, but fortunately, the privilege to adjust the time is still available.
"Get ready, time is about to accelerate."
As soon as the Great Black Tower finished speaking, Starry Sky stood up simultaneously, striking a strange, inhuman pose, and shouted:
"Made in Heaven!"
"?"
The Great Black Tower raised a question mark.
Time accelerates.
The three of them were in a magnificent, breathtaking circular venue.
The dome was as high and distant as the starry sky, and millions of scholars sat densely packed in the tiered stands.
"Sophia, the star of fairness and debate? Will she be a future university student?"
Qiong gleaned information from the conversations of the surrounding scholars, the setup of the venue, and the holographic banners.
In order to convince the public to divide the spoils of the Imperial War, the Society of Knowledge held a futurology conference at the Star of Debate.
"Wow, so many people! Are they all scholars?"
The stars were so stunned by the spectacular sea of people that they gaped open.
"It's all show and no substance."
As always, Daheita was direct and spoke with disdain.
"After all, large meetings handle small matters, while small meetings handle big matters; it's the same everywhere."
Qiong had never prepared food for the scholars, but no one had bothered to take it from the food area. Two plates piled high with food were brought out.
Although some of them were eye-catching, in the atmosphere of the conference, the scholars would at most glance at them and then ignore them.
Most likely, he's just a slacker.
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"You two..."
The Great Black Tower looked at the rows of stars sitting around it.
One person was munching on sunflower seeds they'd snatched from the venue, while the other was eating a watermelon, juice splattering everywhere, their eyes sparkling as they stared intently at the venue ahead, like audience members watching a stage play.
Three dark lines involuntarily appeared on her forehead.
Noticing the gaze of the Great Black Tower, Qiong looked down at the pastries in her hand, then glanced at the Great Black Tower.
"Want some?"
Qiong handed over the snacks.
The big black tower raised her pretty face and snorted coldly:
"want."
She also joined in the scene of sitting in a row and sharing fruit, watching the Future Studies Conference together.
Qiong explained the factions of the Erudite Society to Xing, while Hei Ta occasionally corrected and supplemented Qiong's explanations when they were wrong.
"The four most prestigious schools of thought in the Society for Broad Knowledge can be called the top four schools of thought."
"Wait, how come I didn't know that was a name for this?"
Daheita opened her pink lips and took a bite of the pastry.
"Oh, the name I gave them, don't you think it's quite fitting?"
"Hey, young man!"
Xing nodded seriously, mimicking a strange tone.
"So they were four shameless big guys. Their lewd eyes, their obsequious smiles, and their disgusting begging gestures made it clear that they were the cream of the crop in the school."
Seeing Xing's "I understand" expression, Black Tower wanted to say something, but swallowed his words after hearing Xing's reply.
"Never mind, do as you please."
Even a genius like her would find it difficult to adjust her thinking to connect with the abstract concepts of two people.
What an obscure language...
"Perfect Evolution School, Quantum History School, Interstellar Energy School, Pure Creation School."
Qiong's vivid and expressive narration made Heita's brows twitch.
"These four students are all exceptional, each with their own unique skills and amazing ideas. Their creativity and ability to create unexpected surprises will surely delight you!"
"For example, the Perfect Evolutionary School advocates that wisdom should have a perfect vessel."
However, even this group of people themselves haven't figured out the definition of a perfect carrier.
Some people believe that evolution is the path to wisdom, and therefore only by returning to a primitive state can one grasp the truth.
"Isn't this that Monkey King Evil Ninja?"
I was deeply impressed by the Star Researcher I had just fought not long ago.
"This is different from the original doctor's viewpoint, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to make his voice heard within the school of thought."
Black Tower swallowed his snack and explained.
After all, the original doctor is a terrorist. If academic cliques and terrorists share the same views, how can things continue?
"There are also some people who are invisible, which represents the next stage of human evolution."
Qiong scooped a piece of cake with a silver spoon and put it in her mouth. The chocolate-like texture and unique creamy flavor spread throughout her mouth.
"However, this argument was refuted by the fact that no genius has ever been born in Suiyang."
While Qiong was telling Xingbao about the dark history of various schools of thought, and while they were gossiping...
The futurology conference proceeded as planned.