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Chapter 149: Jiang Huai talks with Terence Tao

Terence Tao is not dead.

Jiang Huai naturally knew about this.

As a dream controller, he knows everything in the dream.

He knew that Terence Tao wanted to hand over the academic results of his research in dreams to the United States.

So that morning, Jiang Huai attacked the U.S. Academy of Sciences.

The three-month cooldown period for the Nuclear Radiation Field skill ends.

The U.S. Academy of Sciences is much smaller than the previous target, the island nation’s palace.

In an instant, the entire U.S. Academy of Sciences will be enveloped by nuclear radiation, with no escape.

Invisible nuclear radiation began to spread, and the breath of death enveloped every inch of the U.S. Academy of Sciences.

In just a few minutes, it was all over.

Nuclear radiation spread, seeping into every brick and stone of the building.

All the guards at the U.S. Academy of Sciences were killed.

Without warning, without struggle, death came silently.

The U.S. Academy of Sciences, the highest scientific research institution in the United States, was suddenly attacked by nuclear radiation, shocking the world.

For a time, the world's online media was in a panic.

The United States held an emergency meeting to find out the root cause of the disaster.

But no matter how they investigated, there was no trace of anything on the surface, as if the disaster had fallen from the sky without any source.

Rumors about nuclear radiation began to spread wildly, and the public was unprepared for this sudden disaster.

Some people speculated that the failure of the Academy of Sciences experiment led to the radiation leak, and fear spread to every corner of Washington.

All the people in the U.S. Academy of Sciences at that time died.

This does not include Terence Tao.

He was no longer in the Academy of Sciences and had escaped through the secret escape passage underground in advance.

He hid in an extremely secret place.

Nuclear war shelter.

There, he received the most sophisticated protection and was surrounded by a group of experts and scholars.

This shelter was built by the United States to deal with the threat of nuclear war. It is extremely solid and contains sufficient resources for the long-term survival of personnel.

There, dozens of experts and scholars are responsible for recording Tao's academic achievements.

Because time is limited.

It is obvious that Tao writes by hand, but it is not as fast as speaking by mouth.

Terence Tao spoke with his mouth.

Dozens of other experts and scholars were responsible for taking notes.

Mathematical formulas and theorems that transcend this era were recorded.

Dozens of experts listened attentively to every word of Tao.

They felt they were witnessing history.

Terence Tao dared not relax at all.

He dictated without stopping, trying his best to record all the mathematical theorems and formulas.

The passage of time made him more and more sleepy, but he still didn't dare to sleep.

Sleeping could mean death.

After 36 hours without sleep, Terence Tao was having trouble concentrating.

After 48 hours without sleep, Tao felt his eyelids were very heavy and he had a slight loss of sensation.

After 60 hours without sleep, Tao began to feel depressed, incoordinated, and had obvious nausea.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and his eye sockets were sunken, as if every word was consuming his last bit of vitality.

But he still persisted.

He has too many academic achievements to record.

As time went by, Tao's speech began to slow down, and he would occasionally pause due to dry mouth.

His hands were already shaking slightly.

But Tao knew that he couldn't stop. Every moment, he was racing against death, recording his academic achievements one by one.

Five days later.

Thousands of pages of academic materials have been recorded in the shelter, condensing the essence of Tao's academic research.

After five days without sleep, Terence Tao was filled with indescribable fatigue.

His voice was hoarse and dry, and he could hardly utter a word.

The scholars on the side looked at him cautiously, with admiration in their eyes.

These mathematical theories and formulas that transcend this era can be applied to aviation, architecture, navigation, calendar calculation, military industry, finance...

Every formula and every theorem is the crystallization of Terence Tao's wisdom.

This knowledge will completely change the landscape of the world's mathematical community and may even lead to countless scientific and technological inventions that will benefit all of humanity.

However, Tao's physical condition was rapidly deteriorating.

His hands were shaking unconsciously, cold sweat was oozing from his forehead, and the slight chest tightness when breathing made every word he spoke seem labored.

On the seventh day.

Terence Tao had begun to become slightly delirious.

He was on the verge of sudden death.

He was extremely tired and haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyelids seemed like they would droop down at any moment.

The recorders looked at him in fear and dared not make a sound, fearing that he would fall down at any time.

However, Tao Terence showed amazing perseverance and still insisted on completing the last transcript.

As he struggled to articulate the last formula, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally felt an unprecedented fatigue surging in his heart.

He leaned back in his chair extremely weakly, panted for a moment, adjusted his breathing, and then slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes fell on a seemingly inconspicuous young man among the recorders.

He was the unknown recorder who had accompanied him the longest in the past seven days.

Terence Tao gave a tired and cold smile, his eyes were tired but deep and sharp.

He opened his mouth softly and said in extremely unfamiliar Chinese:
"Hello, dream controller."

This simple Chinese sentence pierced the stagnant air around it like an icy sharp blade.

All the recorders present stopped their work in astonishment and looked at the young man at the same time.

The air suddenly became dead silent.

The young man waved his hand and all the recorders disappeared.

It all seemed like magic.

It turns out that all this is still in the dream.

The dream is not over!
As a dream controller, Jiang Huai is an omnipotent god in dreams.

In dreams, he can be in any form.

"How did you find out?"

Jiang Huai smiled, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Tao Zhexuan leaned back slightly with a tired look, looked at Jiang Huai calmly, and said lightly:
“All the gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with a price.

"There is no immortality in the world. No one can live 50,000 years longer for no reason.

“The dream is my dream. Everything in the dream happens in my brain and is simulated by my brain.

“Fifty thousand years of high-intensity computational simulation means that the brain is overloaded and all brain cells die.

"Death is the price I paid for these academic achievements."

Jiang Huai smiled.

Tao Zhexuan also smiled and said indifferently:
“The moment I woke up from the Academy of Sciences, I knew it was a dream.

“Although the final result is death, you gave me two choices.

"Or, die worthlessly.

"Or, I can hand over my academic achievements to you, let them shine and die with value.

"What should I call you? The Great Summer Mosquito God? The only extraordinary creature in the world? The Disaster?"

(End of this chapter)