"This paper is based on the principle of relativity and the principle of the invariance of the speed of light. Therefore, my rules are as follows …"
After reading the content on the paper, Douglas' smile became serious. He raised his head and looked at Oliver, only to discover, in shock, that the pile of paper in front of him, including the love poem, the script, and the paper, had been turned into dust and dispersed into the air.
Oliver failed to grab the first page of the paper from Douglas. In his desperation, he directly destroyed everything on the desk, completing a neat and tidy "obliteration"!
He was now full of regret. During this period of time, he had fallen into a whirlpool of emotions and was a little haggard and absent-minded. After he took out the paper to study it, he forgot to take it back and began to compose a long love poem. Later, he simply forgot about it and did nothing but lead Douglas to his study.
I should've enhanced myself with 'Mechanized Mind' when the tower spirit informed me! Oliver's facial muscles twitched, and he regretted it very much.
Douglas looked at Oliver curiously. "Why did you destroy it? Why did you stop me from reading it? Lucien's paper is based on two premises. What's wrong with it? "
The first page of the paper mainly included the two premises and their respective explanations.
Oliver looked at the bookshelf next to the wall and smiled in self-mockery. Then, he said with a vivid expression, "This is some of the ideas that I discussed with Lucien. It's still in the phase of hypothesis and imagination, and it's full of loopholes and mistakes. So, I don't want other people to see it. You know that I'm a perfectionist. Whether it's a script, a poem, an oil painting, or arcana or magic research, I'd rather destroy it than share it with others. "
Such a statement would've been ridiculous if it had been said by other people, but as a grand arcanist who was brimming with the air of an artist, his statement was particularly persuasive with his unshaven and haggard appearance.
Douglas seemed to be more or less convinced. He said with a smile, "Imagination and hypothesis are good. They can give me inspiration. Let me guess what you're talking about. Well, the invariance of the speed of light … The popular paper explaining the experiment of the speed of light recently … Did Lucien infer your transformation equations naturally based on the two premises?"
Oliver pressed his forehead. Mr. President, do you have to be so smart? "No, no …"
As if he did not hear what he said, Douglas took out a stack of papers from his magic pouch, picked up his quill, and began to deduce based on the two premises of Lucien's paper.
"No …" Oliver took a step forward and was about to stop him, but when he saw how fast Douglas was writing, he suddenly fell silent. Since the president had such an idea, even if he could stop him for now, he would still be able to deduce it after he went back. It was better for him to see if he could seize the opportunity to enlighten him and prevent a tragedy from happening.
If everything cannot be fixed … Thinking about that, Oliver activated the highest clearance of the magic tower, hoping to jump out of the Theater of Destruction at the critical moment.
If the Demiplane was destroyed, he would at most be seriously injured. He could just map and create another one.
At this time, Oliver still had some sense of responsibility. He did not inform Fernando and Lucien to come, in case they were affected.
Starting from the two premises, Douglas soon deduced a series of formulas. However, the more he deduced, the slower he became.
Hum … The Theater of Destruction outside of the magic tower moaned in low voices. The exploding stars seemed to be attracted by a certain force and showed signs of collapse. Although it was not perfect and very shabby, it emitted the air of destruction that was even more terrifying and apocalyptic than just now.
Cold sweat popped out of Oliver's forehead. As expected of an expert at the peak of legendary. He could trigger the changes of the stars in the demiplane that he completely controlled. Could there really be a problem?
Casting spells on himself, Oliver suppressed all his feelings. His black eyes below the gold-rimmed glasses were as cold as ice as he stared at Douglas.
The dust floating in midair became sluggish, and time seemed to have slowed down. The space in the library vaguely constricted. Veins protruded out of Douglas's hand that was holding the quill. His skin was slightly lackluster, as if he had aged decades in a moment.
After finishing the last stroke of the quill, Douglas read the paper in silence. His kind face couldn't have been more gloomy.
"Mr. President?" Oliver shouted in a low voice.
Douglas was as still as a statue and did not reply. When Oliver was about to speak again, he raised his head and put on a bitter smile. "Although I've sensed that my motion theory seemed to be problematic in the high-speed state after Brook established the electromagnetic system, it is still quite a blow to see that it has been overturned mercilessly. I feel that my life in the past thousand years has been completely denied."
"No, it's just a useful supplement for your theoretical system." As a famous artist and a playboy, Oliver lied without any hesitation. "Are you alright?"
He took a long breath. It seemed that Mr. President's head was neither blown up nor his cognitive world was frozen.
"There's no need to comfort me. I know very well what I've inferred. Lucien … Lucien is even more dangerous than Brook …" Douglas shook his head with a bitter smile. "It must've been hard for Fernando to recruit him as his student. Thankfully, I didn't compete with him at the beginning … Thankfully, this paper is just a hypothetical inference for now and hasn't been confirmed by experiments and phenomena."
"Also, it doesn't match the time error of the artificial planet at all. According to this inference, time should've been slower, but in fact, it was faster …"
Douglas's eyes were filled with spiritual power. He asked himself, rather fascinated, "What is space exactly? What is time exactly? Why do they change with the changes of matter? Why is it a function of speed …"
Oliver was more or less surprised. It seemed that President Douglas did not notice the paper published by Lucien's student. That was fine. That was fine! He wouldn't be so shocked until he got used to the world of 'why' that he was familiar with.
Considering his tone, Oliver elaborated his opinion. "In the past, we believed that time and space were absolute, independent, and mathematical. But now, we may have to try to look at them from a different perspective. If we can study the mysteries of time and space, I don't think we will be far away from the truth of the world."
He was tempting Douglas, a sorcerer who had an insatiable appetite for knowledge, with the prospect of the future. He hoped that when he discovered the relativistic effect, he would think that it was closer to the truth instead of thinking that the original system had been overthrown. Only in such a way could he avoid having his head blown up.
Douglas was woken up from his fascination. Rubbing his forehead and adjusting the bow tie on his chest, he said in an unsteady voice, "In only a hundred years, I've accepted quite a few disruptive theories in a row. If I hadn't suddenly remembered the concepts of relative truth and absolute truth that Lucien mentioned just now, my cognitive world might've been broken and solidified like Brook. Although this paper hasn't been confirmed by experiments yet, I've noticed some problems in the high-speed battle."
Oliver scratched his forehead and thanked Lucien for finally doing a good thing and making Mr. President accept the difference between relative truth and absolute truth. He said solemnly, "Lucien said that your motion system is not wrong, Mr. President."
"Huh? It's not a mistake? "Douglas looked at Oliver in confusion.
Oliver nodded solemnly. "He said that your motion system is a relative truth and an approximation of this theory in the low-speed state. Your path is not wrong, but you haven't gone far enough."
As a playwright, it was very easy for him to fabricate 'famous sayings'. However, Lucien did make the description of 'low-speed approximation'. As for the rest, they were naturally 'adjectives' for decoration!
Douglas nodded slowly at first, more accepting of the theory. Then, he frowned and said, "Judging from your tone, you seem to have confirmed it with preliminary experiments?"
Oliver's expression immediately froze on his face. When dealing with someone like Mr. President, he might be seen through if he was not careful.
"No. It's just that Lucien is very confident. You know that his previous successes have filled him with confidence." Oliver continued lying and pushed the question to Lucien, describing him as an egomaniac.
Douglas stood up. "That explains a lot … My head is a bit messy. I'll go back and sort it out first. Perhaps this paper will be the starting point for my future studies …"
Before Oliver replied, he turned around and walked out. After he left the magic tower, he sighed softly. "How can Lucien be that kind of person? Without preliminary experiments, he wouldn't even discuss the paper with you. He would only study it with Fernando in private. "
His face was half joyful and half sad, as if he were caught in the most intense struggle in his heart.
After returning to his Land of Truth, Douglas asked the tower genie to bring him the parts of Lucien's recent papers.
"Tensor analysis … Why isn't it here?" Douglas knew that what he was doing was dangerous, but his shaking cognitive world made him unable to control himself, as if he were about to reach the exit of the maze that had troubled him for years. Whether the ending was good or bad, there was only one answer. How could he stop?
After searching for a long time and finding nothing, Douglas picked up the issue of 'Arcana' where Oliver published the transformation equations and read it carefully from the beginning. He believed that Lucien must've made preparations in advance, or he wouldn't have submitted such a subversive paper.
Based on his understanding of Lucien and Fernando, Douglas turned to the last page and suddenly saw two familiar names. "Annick … Sprint … Are they Lucien's students?"
Focusing his eyes, Douglas read the discussion paper carefully. Gradually, he frowned. Under the guidance of his spiritual power, a formula that he deduced earlier appeared on the carpet of the magic tower.
"If we start from the formula of faster speed and more mass, we might be able to find an explanation." As if he were being chased by something, Douglas calculated nonstop. Finally, he got the data and the direction of the electric field.
This time, he did not simulate it in his cognitive world but directly entered the laboratory and turned on the cyclotron that he had just acquired, adjusting the electric field.
After a while, the beautiful scenery outside of the magic tower was suddenly enshrouded in darkness. Space and time seemed to be in chaos.
Douglas left the cyclotron and walked to the window, heaving a deep sigh.
"What is time? What is space? What is life?"
The brightness of the Land of Truth was restored as if nothing had happened, but Douglas' eyes were rather confused. His philosophical ideas in the past hundreds of years had undergone drastic changes.
"Thankfully, I still have the gravity theory … But what's the origin of gravity? What's the cause of gravity? How did gravity come into being at the very beginning?
"Does the absolute truth stand for …"
… …
Before Lucien had the time to submit his discussion paper, he suddenly received a call from his teacher, Fernando.
"Come here. Oliver, the brainless asshole, is in trouble!"
Huh? Lucien was stunned for a moment. He could vaguely hear his teacher roaring at Oliver.
What happened?
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