The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1349 394: Whispers of Chaos_3

Although her understanding is still vague, she has already touched the boundary of this great branch of mathematics with her own intuition.

Science is a way of thinking, and the 'path optimization equation' is merely a tool developed based on scientific thought.

If it is treated as the only solution, even science is inevitably reduced to a form of religion.

It's like a swordsman who becomes the best in the world through constant honing of his swordsmanship, inevitably seeing the sword in his hand as truth and forgetting that the legends he creates with his sword are the essence of his strength.

And a scholar who becomes strong by exploring the Void Realm also tends to see relying on external power as the only way to break the cycle, yet overlooks the myriad beings around him as the true source of his strength.

This is actually all about path dependence.

Or you could call it "Heart Demon."

This thing isn't something only top-tier warriors have; ordinary people encounter it too, but the stronger the power, the harder it is to break free from one's own stubbornness.

Luo Yan's gaze returned to Ilana, filled with comfort and anticipation.

"I'm very glad you can think of this. A true scholar doesn't need a key, but always a youthful heart. Go ahead, Ilana, don't worry about disappointing me. The process of your exploration itself is enough to make me admire you."

At this moment, he was nurturing not just someone who could harvest faith for him as a "Chosen One," but a true inheritor of the "Science" school!

Even if one day he leaves here, the spark he ignited with his own hands will continue to shine and stay warm in this icy snowfield.

Ilana's face flushed as if on fire, she didn't look up, just uttered an "um" while trying to put the tangled thoughts back onto the draft paper.

That's better now.

The "probability" she had just started thinking about was written on paper, all becoming "admiration" and wild thoughts.

Luo Yan felt genuine comfort at Ilana's quick wit, while this scene in the laboratory turned into deep reverence for the enigmatic Prince Colin among the other apprentices.

To them, Ilana was already a distant genius, and with just a few light pointers from Prince Colin, she managed to cross what appeared to be an insurmountable barrier.

It's simply too miraculous!

Lam gently nudged Jamie with his elbow, teasing softly.

"Well, didn't you vow Ilana would have it done in three days? It's already the fifth day, and eventually, it still needed Prince Colin to step in."

"How would I know..." Jamie scratched his head with some embarrassment, "Maybe she was in a bad state over the past few days."

Lam shook his head, sighing lightly.

"You, you're quick to treat Miss Ilana as omnipotent. She's really just a person like us, facing unsolvable problems herself, needing help...it's better not to give her too much pressure and expectation."

Jamie muttered discontentedly.

"You also treat Prince Colin as a god."

Lam coughed awkwardly.

"That's different..."

Don't mention Prince Colin, even any mentor seems no different than a god to these apprentices...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the laboratory, Ophelia looked somewhat enviously at Prince Colin's face, beaming with satisfaction, and pouted unhappily.

She buried her head deeply and mumbled to herself in a voice only she could hear.

"Biased person..."

And just then, a demon-like thought suddenly emerged quietly in Ophelia's heart, fueled by jealous grievance.

Speaking of it, a noble lady from the Rhode Kingdom seems to be plotting against Ilana in the Maze Trial.

Why not turn a blind eye? Even if Miss Lassitina's methods aren't honorable, who knows, it might make Prince Colin...

As soon as this thought arose, she was instantly startled awake by her own wicked notion.

Her pale cheeks flushed at once, as if she'd done something shameful, she hurriedly crumpled up the dirty idea and tossed it into the trash heap of her consciousness.

She felt ashamed for such malicious thoughts arising, silently repenting in her heart.

Saint Sis above, Ophelia Castellion, how can you consort with demons? That is your best friend in the Academic State!

Just as she was firming her belief, a seductive whisper unexpectedly sounded in her mind.

'But...has she truly considered you a friend? To gain that prince's favor, she's competing with you at every turn. At this rate, you'll lose for sure.'

'Enough!' Ophelia's little face went white, she bit her lip hard, rebuking fiercely in her heart, 'The Castelion family doesn't have such slanderous rogues! Get out of my head!'

'...Besides, it's not for Prince Colin that she's delving into those things! I know she genuinely loves her research!'

As it seemed unable to shake her resolve, that voice indeed "rolled away," vanishing from her mind instantly.

Ophelia did not know what happened, only feeling a sudden relief as if she'd shed an invisible burden.

"Strange..."

What just happened?

She looked around blankly, then shook her head vigorously, discarding the momentary agitation and refocused on that prime number question.