Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2542 Mental Calculation
There's nothing more ingenious than this.

The images are truly terrifying. Whether it's the spurting skulls or the balloon-like bloated gray matter, they undoubtedly evoke strong empathy and unconsciously produce phantom pain.

However, at that moment, Fu Qian did not pay attention to this minor side effect. Instead, he appreciated the pulsation of the brain's folds and imagined the great knowledge that might be stirring within them.

This is what you call a brain flower! The brain displays its vitality in an alternative way.

As for why thinkers would do this, it seems understandable, according to the previous statement.

When it comes to manual overclocking, many times a certain idea is just a hair's breadth away from coming to mind, and I'm sure more than one person has thought about reaching in and squeezing it to promote blood circulation.

Although the actions at this moment are far more complex than those, the core objective is the same.

It means forcibly pushing beyond one's limits to recall an answer that one should have remembered but had simply forgotten.

Thinking is a physical activity, and this is given its most direct interpretation at this moment—as is an iron will.

The thinker's kneading motion was by no means gentle; in Fu Qian's view, it was no less forceful than a tap on the head.

However, compared to the rapidly tearing meninges, the thinking center below exhibited a resilience that surpassed that of carbon-based organisms.

No matter how it is deformed, stretched or shortened, whether it is a bud or in full bloom, there is not even a trace of bleeding.

In conclusion, the calculation results are something to look forward to.

As the theoretical culprit behind this scene, Fu Qian showed absolutely no remorse.

As mentioned earlier, these cage-like private rooms are all single rooms, and the only seat is right under the Thinker's buttocks.

Fu Qian didn't mind and went straight to lean against the railing, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

Of course, just like when we were in the academy, we could consider doing some logistical work.

His gaze fell on the overly classic electric chair design, and Fu Qian took a shallow breath before unleashing a devastating burst of energy, almost at its lowest power.

……

Who says you can't have electrotherapy if you're not connected to an electrical source? Isn't bioelectricity still electricity?
From this perspective, what's wrong with the spiritually enlightening gospel explosion being called electrotherapy?
This is wireless charging.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Being in a prestigious university, Fu Qian was even less likely to limit his imagination and quickly found something within his capabilities.

And the effect seems to be immediate.

Although it was the lowest power version of the Gospel Blast, and considering that even the Dean of Students should set an example, he specifically turned off the external sound, but the Thinker student still changed instantly.

He froze there, his palms and brain squeezed into the shape of a bath sponge.

It seems like I've figured it out?

Professor Fu, who is also a mental worker, can understand some of the reactions.

Although it still seems painful, if overclocking failed and one gave up in despair, this level of self-forgetfulness would never occur; the most likely outcome would be breaking off the rest of one's skull.

Uh--

It seemed that he had lived up to the praise, and the next moment a rather unpleasant but infinitely pleasant sound was squeezed out of the thinker's throat.

Completely ignoring the support staff next to him, he made an extremely strange move the next moment, specifically by extending his middle finger.

……

That's right, it was even facing Professor Fu's direction.

The hand that had been ravaging the brain was still clenched there, while the other hand, equally bloodied, made an extremely illogical movement, desperately stretching outwards and pointing diagonally towards the ground.

However, considering the human body structure, and the fact that he never left his position, it would undoubtedly be difficult for him to touch the ground. Therefore, the middle finger, the longest of his fingers, was given high hopes.

Unfortunately, even so, there was still a clear gap, to the point that the Thinker's actions became visibly agitated—click!
It's not bad now.

With a horribly unpleasant sound, the shoulder of that hand slumped down, and the stench of blood intensified. Even though the robe covered it completely, one could easily imagine the scene of a part of the body being brutally torn open.

Ah--

The distance from human form was growing ever greater, yet the Thinker's voice betrayed a sense of elation.

And the tip of his middle finger finally touched the spot he had always longed for...

Is this the golden ratio?

Looking ahead, it's easy to draw a conclusion.

It's not just idle talk; the Thinker's middle fingertip is currently resting on a thin silver line.

The thin wires that just made up the extraordinary walkie-talkie.

As you can see along the way, that kind of thing is almost everywhere in the research institution; for example, you can see it on every floor of this lecture hall.

The thinker's goal is very clear: a specific point on this line.

Although it's not a particularly special position like the midpoint, it's still easy for someone in front to identify what's special about it.

Could it be some kind of integrated circuit?

At that moment, his imagination was quite stimulated.

It's obvious that these dots and lines are not ordinary decorations; the preceding text further demonstrates that this seemingly unremarkable combination can actually enable remote communication.

From this perspective, it seems there's a reason why they would conduct research in such a dangerous place and go to such great lengths to create such an extravagant facility...

Could the venue itself be the core research tool?

These things are like abacuses laid out on the ground, for researchers to adjust and manipulate, ultimately helping to calculate incredible knowledge.
A legendary math Olympiad master? No wonder he has ambitions to calculate the beginning and the end.

What's even more exciting is that I feel like I'm witnessing them find the answer.

click -

Fu Qian didn't speak, but a distinctive voice broke the silence.

After the thinker pressed his middle finger there, the movement did not stop at all; he used another finger to try to connect to another independent point.

Unsurprisingly, the hand was torn apart right in front of him the next moment.

hehe--

The thinkers, however, became increasingly engrossed in their own thoughts.

In a voice filled with extreme satisfaction, the hand that had been gripping his head actually lowered and reached out towards a more distant goal.

Although they were both in the same cage, they were still too far apart, and it was no longer as simple as just tearing their bodies apart a little more.

Uh ah—

Sure enough, his voice also plummeted to rock bottom, sounding as if his chest was being torn apart by pain.

Stab it!

This time, his chest was fine, but instead, something not belonging to the human body structure helped him break through his limits.

It resembled both a long tail and a ribbon, tearing itself directly from flesh and blood, stretching into a straight line, and connecting with a silver line on the ground.

Looking back at the object, Fu Qian discovered that the source was the brain, which had swelled up a bit from being kneaded too much, making him feel a sense of familiarity at that moment.

Brain jellyfish?
I'll post this chapter first. Sorry, I haven't been satisfied with the next chapter yet, it might not be ready until tomorrow morning.