Motion and stillness, infinity and finiteness, ti and space...
Tic stood in his place, pondering for a full three hours with his brain operating at ultra-high speed, contemplating thods to break through these two paradoxes, yet he was still unable to grasp any clues. In the end, he could only look towards Leibniz and say with helplessness,
"Please forgive , Master Leibniz, the problem is too profound, I’m afraid I won’t be able to provide any answers in a short ti."
Alva, Ellison, and others, although sowhat unwilling, also had to admit this point.
It could only be said that these two paradoxes deserved their reputation as the challenges that perplexed the entire mathematical community, based on the most common phenonon of object movent—simple, intuitive, yet deeply unsettling upon closer reflection.
Leibniz did not respond verbally but secretly communicated with his intelligence enhancent.
His earlier guess was incredibly accurate: when thinking intensely, with the brain whirring at top speed, the intelligence enhancent’s resolution of spiritual power frequencies was almost ten tis that of its normal rate!
The assemblage of official wizards, seeing Leibniz remaining silent, felt sowhat uneasy, but even more so helpless.
Such paradoxes couldn’t even be solved by those master mathematicians, so expecting them to unravel them might be asking too much of them.
Of course, Leibniz did not expect them to solve it, and after confirming his suspicion, he imdiately put on a more amiable expression, "In fact, I already have so ideas for resolving these two paradoxes."
Tic and the others imdiately breathed a sigh of relief, then looked towards Leibniz, very curious about the thod he ntioned for solving these two paradoxes.
"The key to these two problems lies in whether values can be divided indefinitely, if two infinitely close numbers are equal, and how they should be calculated. This is a problem that no discipline has been able to solve before, so I believe a revolution is needed in mathematics to redefine this world!" Leibniz declared in a solemn manner. "I shall call it—calculus!"
Tic felt a surge of exhilaration, they hadn’t expected that for the sake of a bet, the master mathematician was prepared to forge a new branch within the field. Nor could they have anticipated being fortunate enough to participate in it and beco one of the founders of this new school.
...
At night, in the manor’s great hall, Tic, having spent a full ten hours within the Magic Domain, finally erged from the ocean of thought, rubbing his sowhat swollen forehead, with only one thought left in his mind.
Difficult... It’s too damn difficult!
Compared to calculus, Tic even felt that all the mathematical problems he had encountered before were child’s play. His brain had been battered by concepts like tangents, functions, and limits to the point where the sight of anything resembling a curve prompted a single thought.
Can the damn thing be derived?
What surprised Tic even more was that his magic power had actually grown and improved. Back in Yiyeta Harbor, he had heard that many apprentices were able to enhance their rate of magic power and spiritual power growth through the study of mathematics, even surpassing the effects of ditation.
However, for him as an official wizard, it was insignificantly minimal. Initially, Tic felt a bit of regret until now when he understood it wasn’t that the thod was ineffective for them, but rather that the mathematical problems they had faced before were just too easy, not sufficient to exercise their computing power.
Realizing this was not only Tic, Alva and a few others were equally overjoyed. It should be noted that most of these third-ring Wizards were no longer young, and the growth of their magic power had long since stalled, with the likelihood of advancing again being extrely slim.
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Although they had lost a few hundred more hairs in just half a day, faced with the dual temptations of increased magic power and becoming the founder of a school branch, no one would shrink back because of a few difficulties…
Compared to Tic and others, who were imrsed in the study and research of calculus, unable to attend to anything else, the situation inside the Magic Council was quite different.
In recent days, the Doomsday Cult had beco more active, with guards sent to monitor and follow certain cultists mysteriously disappearing, leaving the council mbers both enraged and fearful.
"We can’t tolerate this any longer, I suggest we take action imdiately and sweep clean the entire Doomsday Cult!" Rafael slamd the table, shouting angrily.
"Are you planning to start a war within Greenrill City, Rafael?" another council mber stood up, vehently retorting.
This could involve hundreds of Wizards, who were not unard civilians. If a full-scale war broke out, the losses would be incalculable.
Moreover, they still did not know which Wizards had been bewitched and which ones were the instigators of this turmoil.
The few cultists they had secretly captured were all spouting about an imminent doomsday and spirits of the elents, making it impossible to get any useful information out of them, so much so that they could not yet confirm whether the previous consecutive attacks on council mbers were related to this bizarre cult.
"Or should we just sit here and do nothing, watching things get more and more out of hand?" Rafael roared.
"In any case, we must investigate thoroughly first; we cannot recklessly attack so many Wizards without cause!" the council mber insisted, the resources expended to train a single Wizard being enormous. Greenrill could not afford the cost of purging hundreds of Wizards at once; it would be like cutting off one’s own limb!
The Sky Realm quickly descended into chaos, with not a few council mbers sharing Rafael’s sentints, but there were significant disagreents on how to capture these Doomsday Cultists.
To capture a full-fledged Wizard, it typically took three to five Wizards of the sa level to act together to ensure there were no casualties. Yet, there were over three hundred cult mbers they had uncovered, and the council did not have nearly enough hands, unless they forced civilian Wizards to help.
So council mbers even suddenly realized how vulnerable Greenrill had beco.
Currently, in Wizard City, there were only two legendary Wizards left, and the defense was unprecedentedly weak!
And Lord Fayez had been severely injured in the previous attack and it was unknown when he would wake up.
As for the Elental Controller, Altoc, no one knew what his ntal state was, and relying on him to take charge was nothing but wishful thinking…
The council mbers present were either arguing, worried, or irate, while several Grand Wizards looked sympathetically towards August, acting as the interim presiding chairman.
They had been sowhat envious and even resentful when Harrov appointed this star of magic to handle the council’s affairs, but now all they felt was relief, because this was nothing but a ss, a hot potato that anyone succeeding would have to handle…
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