I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 191 - 178 Thoughts on Movement and Stillness, Infinity and Finitude, Time and Space (Please Subscribe)

Motion and stillness, infinity and finiteness, time and space...

Tic stood in his place, pondering for a full three hours with his brain operating at ultra-high speed, contemplating methods 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 me, Master Leibniz, the problem is too profound, I’m afraid I won’t be able to provide any answers in a short time."

Alva, Ellison, and others, although somewhat 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 phenomenon of object movement—simple, intuitive, yet deeply unsettling upon closer reflection.

Leibniz did not respond verbally but secretly communicated with his intelligence enhancement.

His earlier guess was incredibly accurate: when thinking intensely, with the brain whirring at top speed, the intelligence enhancement’s resolution of spiritual power frequencies was almost ten times that of its normal rate!

The assemblage of official wizards, seeing Leibniz remaining silent, felt somewhat 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 immediately put on a more amiable expression, "In fact, I already have some ideas for resolving these two paradoxes."

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Tic and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then looked towards Leibniz, very curious about the method he mentioned 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 become 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 emerged from the ocean of thought, rubbing his somewhat 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 meditation.

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 method 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 extremely 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 immersed 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 become more active, with guards sent to monitor and follow certain cultists mysteriously disappearing, leaving the council members both enraged and fearful.

"We can’t tolerate this any longer, I suggest we take action immediately and sweep clean the entire Doomsday Cult!" Rafael slammed the table, shouting angrily.

"Are you planning to start a war within Greenrill City, Rafael?" another council member stood up, vehemently retorting.

This could involve hundreds of Wizards, who were not unarmed 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 elements, 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 members 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 member 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 members sharing Rafael’s sentiments, but there were significant disagreements on how to capture these Doomsday Cultists.

To capture a full-fledged Wizard, it typically took three to five Wizards of the same level to act together to ensure there were no casualties. Yet, there were over three hundred cult members they had uncovered, and the council did not have nearly enough hands, unless they forced civilian Wizards to help.

Some council members even suddenly realized how vulnerable Greenrill had become.

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 Elemental Controller, Altoc, no one knew what his mental state was, and relying on him to take charge was nothing but wishful thinking…

The council members present were either arguing, worried, or irate, while several Grand Wizards looked sympathetically towards August, acting as the interim presiding chairman.

They had been somewhat 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 mess, a hot potato that anyone succeeding would have to handle…