LRAB Page 452
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"What...what is this? A miracle?"
Liu Chuang muttered to himself.
"Do not……"
Lena's eyes were filled with awe stemming from the ancient heritage of the Lieyang civilization.
"This is... a definition. He is defining what is right and what is wrong."
In the Styx Galaxy, Karl's projection vanished completely. For the first time, the clock stopped ticking for several seconds. He severed all his external senses, burying his head in the sand like a frightened ostrich.
He was afraid.
He was afraid that after grading Hua Ye's homework, the "teacher" would also single out and criticize the classmate who had "passed the answers" to the poor student.
Morgana abruptly stood up from her throne on her demonic wings, her face ashen.
"Damn it! This is killing me by breaking my spirit!" she cursed.
"This isn't a teacher, this is a devil! This is a madman!"
She wasn't afraid of killing; she was an expert in it herself. But the sheer absurdity of turning killing into a public lesson, of transforming the death of a god into a "good" assessment, sent a chill down her spine.
This was a higher-dimensional malice, one she couldn't comprehend at all... Or rather, it wasn't even malice, just pure indifference.
Below that "commentary," more metal fragments began to gather, not forming words, but taking shape.
They quickly combined and transformed, eventually forming a huge, magnificent, yet ironic... tombstone directly in front of Hua Ye's flagship.
The design of the tombstone perfectly replicates the appearance of the throne in the heavenly palace.
The same metal fragment was also used to engrave an epitaph:
Here lies Tiangong Wang Huaye, an outstanding class representative. He gave his precious life to vividly answer the first thought-provoking question of the semester for the entire class.
[—A kind-hearted teacher surnamed Zhou who wishes to remain anonymous.]
When this cosmic-level tombstone was fully completed, Hua Ye's spirit was finally reduced to dust.
Looking at the grave that was tailor-made for him, and at the mocking epitaph, he felt no anger, no fear, only an endless sorrow of being completely manipulated.
It turns out that, from beginning to end, I wasn't even an enemy worth taking seriously.
It's just a... teaching aid.
The "correction" is over.
Zhou Ye's will began to "tighten."
The silent Emperor-level Honkai Beast Vishnu finally made a new move.
Its last of its four arms slowly rose, aiming at Hua Ye's flagship and the dozen or so remaining warships behind him, which were frozen in time.
Its palm was open, and in its palm, there was no energy, no light, only a tiny black singularity that seemed capable of devouring everything.
That's not a black hole, but a pure concept of "storage".
[Archived.]
A new "concept" was imprinted in the minds of all the surviving scumbags.
The next second, Hua Ye's flagship, along with himself, Ruo Ning, and the dozen or so warships, began to "shrink" silently.
They are not compressed in space, but rather "dimension reduced".
The entire fleet, along with the enormous tombstone, was gradually stripped from the three-dimensional universe. All matter, energy, and information were forcibly packaged and compressed.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of all observers, this once invincible fleet of the deposed king, along with its king, its tombstone, and everything else, was reduced to a palm-sized, shimmering...transparent data cube.
Like a pre-packaged figurine.
Vishnu reached out and caught the cube, then silently floated in the air, awaiting the next instruction.
The examination room has been cleaned up.
The "draft paper" was recycled.
Inside the seaside villa.
Zhou Ye sat back down on the beach chair and picked up his assembled Gundam with satisfaction.
"Alright, warm-up is over."
He gave a bright smile to Feng Shayan, who was completely petrified and had even forgotten to breathe.
"Next, here is the second question to ponder."
His gaze seemed to pierce through endless space, landing on the pitch-black screen representing Deathsong Academy.
"I wonder which student would be willing to stand up and answer this question?"
Chapter 425 Zhou Ye's Answer
Keisha's question, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, stirred up invisible ripples in the hearts of every top civilization watching this "open class".
This question expressed the thoughts of everyone.
Hua Ye's demise was too shocking. It wasn't war, but a dimensional attack by a higher-dimensional being on a lower-dimensional creation, a casual alteration of the characters by the author. This absolute, unreasonable power reminded them of the chaos before the birth of the universe, and the creator and destroyer gods who only existed in the oldest myths.
Is this self-proclaimed "teacher" an orphan of a prehistoric civilization, or a passerby from another universe?
This question concerns its origins and determines whether the known universe will face an ancient catastrophe with traceable patterns or a completely unknown new variable.
On the demon wings, Morgana ceased her gloating. She crossed her legs, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest, her eyes flickering uncertainly.
"You bitch, you really dare to ask that..."
She muttered to herself, but her ears were perked up more than anyone else's. She wanted to know the answer more than anyone else. If this guy was an antique from the previous era, then perhaps they could find some clues to restrain him in the scraps of some universe; but if he came from another universe... that would be a big problem, which would mean that the other party's rule system might not be the same as theirs at all.
In He Xi's laboratory within the Angel Nebula, data began to flow once more. But this time, she wasn't analyzing the battlefield, but rather the risks and opportunities inherent in the very question posed by Keisha.
"Queen Keisha placed herself in the same position as Hua Ye."
"Angel Yan said softly, her words tinged with worry."
"No, it's different."
He Xi shook his head, his gaze deep.
"Hua Ye is flipping the table, while Keisha is raising her hand to ask to speak. The former is challenging the rules, while the latter is trying to understand them. This is the essential difference."
Deep within the Styx Galaxy, at the Death Song Academy, Karl's virtual projection, after flickering violently, finally managed to stabilize. He heard Keisha's question, but his fear only intensified. What he feared most was this kind of direct communication. Communication meant the exchange of information, and before that "teacher," his prized knowledge and information processing abilities were like a primary school student's rough drafts; any attempt to exchange or probe could expose his entire hand.
He is now like a voyeur hiding in the shadows, eager to see everything that happens in the center of the stage, yet afraid that the spotlight will suddenly shine on him.
In the seaside villa, Zhou Ye was carefully pouring a bottle of chilled cola into a glass with ice cubes. The bubbles made a hissing sound, which was very refreshing.
Keisha's clear, firm voice, tinged with a barely perceptible sense of awe, resonated directly in his mind.
He paused as he picked up the cup, a playful smile appearing on his face.
"Oh? The class representative asked a question."
He chuckled softly at the sandpiper beside him, which was now almost turning into a statue of a woman waiting for her husband.
"They didn't answer my question, they asked me one in return. This year's students have a lot of ideas."
Feng Shayan's lips moved, but she couldn't utter a single word. In her eyes, her husband was still that lazy young man in beach shorts and a T-shirt, but she felt as if she were facing the boundless starry sky outside the window itself. His every casual movement, every lighthearted joke, stirred up a colossal wave in another distant dimension, a wave powerful enough to make even the gods tremble.
Zhou Ye took a sip of cola, feeling the refreshing sweetness slide down his throat, and comfortably squinted his eyes.
"A good question,"
He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also responding to a question that spanned the entire universe.
"However, this question is beyond the scope of the curriculum. Today's syllabus does not include a section on teacher background information."
His voice did not resonate directly in everyone's minds as it had before.
However, in the Angel Nebula, before Keisha's throne, turbulence arose in space.
The light was slightly distorted, and countless tiny, invisible elementary particles, as if hearing a silent command, began to spontaneously converge and form.
Keisha's pupils contracted sharply. She didn't sense any energy fluctuations or detect any spatial technology. The particles seemed to have self-awareness and were actively "creating" something.
The high-ranking angels present held their breath, gripping their flaming swords tightly, but they soon realized that their vigilance was futile. That will was not directed at them; it was merely… “demonstrating.”
In just a few seconds, a silver-white object, no bigger than a palm and with an exceptionally complex structure, floated in mid-air in front of Keisha.
It resembles a sphere composed of countless intertwined and nested Möbius strips, its surface smooth as a mirror, yet constantly flipping from the inside out and contracting from the outside in. It has no fixed shape, undergoing logically impossible topological transformations every second. It is both "existent" and "non-existent," each part being both a starting point and an end point.
In Hexi Laboratory, all the analytical instruments instantly emitted sharp overload alarms.
"Unable to parse! Model crashed!"
"Its dimensions... jump between integers and fractions!"
"Its information entropy... is negative! It's creating information out of thin air!"
Looking at the tiny object in the holographic projection, He Xi felt for the first time how pale and powerless her "knowledge" was. That thing was a "miracle" that the known laws of physics could never contain, a mathematical paradox that had been forcibly given a physical form.
Keisha gazed quietly at the "creation" before her, and she understood.
This is not the answer; it is a "hint" that is more impactful than the answer itself.
The other party is telling her in this way: "My origin, like this thing, cannot be understood using your logic, nor defined using your language. Trying to confine me within the framework of your known civilization or universe is itself a mistake."
Just as Keisha was still processing the shock of this "hint," Zhou Ye's languid voice finally rang out in the minds of all the "auditors."
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"Alright, that concludes the class representative's question session. Now, let's return to our lesson."
"The second question is prepared for the students in our class who most enjoy pondering ultimate questions."
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Zhou Ye's gaze seemed to pierce through the endless void, landing on the desolate Styx Galaxy.
The next moment, on the dark sky above the Death Song Academy, huge Chinese characters made of pure light appeared one after another, radiating a judgmental light.
[Discussion Question 2: When the pursuit of ultimate truth (e.g., emptiness) requires sacrificing everything known (e.g., life, civilization, the material universe), does this so-called truth still qualify as worthy of being known?]
This question, like a sharp conceptual sword, pierced the very core of Karl's philosophical system with unparalleled precision.
The entire universe fell into a deathly silence once again.
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