Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

#1996 - Mathematical Bliss (35)

Go left or go right?

It is said that when lacking evidence and logical support, one must trust their intuition.

And without a doubt, intuition is now pointing to the left.

Soon, Fu Qian was standing at a fork in the road.

To the right was the classic long staircase he had seen earlier.

Straight and long, with an angle exceeding seventy degrees, even standing at the bottom, one couldn't see the top.

As for the opposite direction, it led to the Bliss Infusion Platform he had last seen.

During the walk over, the latter hadn't been running, as if quietly waiting for him.

It was even like the platform he came down from earlier, without even a path to ascend.

The special luster on the surface was reflected by thin, hair-like tubes.

The thin tubes spiraled upwards to the filling head, while the bottom ends were deeply rooted in the base of the tower, as if there was a large liquid storage tank inside—and indeed, there was a large liquid storage tank inside.

Although he didn't have the ability to see through things, "intuition" was working again at this moment.

Looking at the layers of strange patterns on the surface, Fu Qian seemed to see a series of gland-like structures within them.

The liquid flowing within was the essence of this place, the chemical bliss protoplasm.

Taking a sip of that would be something else.

Of course, to be honest, it did bring bliss, but knowing the truth isn't always a happy thing.

Lost in thought, Fu Qian turned around and stepped onto the long staircase on the right.

Intuition is certainly worth trusting, so is it possible to make it even stronger?

...

The climbing difficulty was genuinely not low.

Stepping on the strangely colored steps, this was Fu Qian's first impression.

Although the foot patterns slightly increased friction, the soft and slippery texture made it difficult to stand firm—fortunately, there were other things to increase friction.

Maintaining his center of gravity, Fu Qian unhesitatingly continued upwards, and by the time he took the third step, a sharp pain had already come from the sole of his foot.

A canine tooth-like spike had emerged from inside the step, the tip almost severing the third toe of his right foot.

And Fu Qian was very sure that it wasn't there before he stepped on it.

In other words, this thing could be understood as the staircase's stress response to being stepped on...

Understood, the road to heaven is full of dangers, tormenting one's mind and breaking one's body is normal.

Carefully observing, Fu Qian didn't let the throbbing pain in his toe affect his balance in the slightest, and continued to take another step.

He even changed direction halfway through this step, gently stepping on the position next to it.

The reason was simple: even before his foot landed this time, another spike had already emerged there.

Although it wasn't as accurately aligned as the previous one, if he continued with the same momentum, it would be enough to leave a wound on his ankle.

And this was where the importance of maintaining maximum balance was demonstrated; with the change, this step was still taken steadily.

Of course, the road was still long.

Fu Qian looked up, but in the blink of an eye, the steps higher up were already a real crisscross of canine teeth, like white daggers standing upright.

...

It wasn't as if there was absolutely no way to pass, as long as one's flexibility was good enough.

Fu Qian, who never expected a smooth road, didn't have any special emotions at that moment, just glanced over and outlined a path that could move forward.

And without hesitation, he instantly continued upwards according to the route.

Of course, there was resistance.

As he walked higher and higher, the intuition of a prodigal son returning home became more and more intense, tearing at him and frantically wanting to turn back.

Intuition really has become stronger.

Quite satisfied with this change, Fu Qian's reaction was to feel the resistance while continuing forward, maximizing the feeling of moving forward with a load.

Chih—

Unfortunately, the ability to walk is ultimately just a relative concept. Even if he had maximized the balance of this body, and even if those spikes stopped growing after reaching a certain length.

In more than one place, it was obvious that passing was only a choice between how many wounds one would get, and he couldn't even maintain a normal stair-climbing posture.

Of course, Fu Qian still maintained the minimization of action loss through rapid calculation.

In the sound of flesh tearing, it wasn't long before he couldn't find any large areas of intact skin below his shoulders.

And at a certain moment, after half of one ear was cut off, Fu Qian finally stopped.

...

Narrowly defined mobility was still retained to some extent, but in a broad sense, he still lost the ability to move forward.

The reason was simple: although his legs could still move, the "intuition" that was growing wildly in his mind had become so strong that it was almost schizophrenic, and the impact had finally spread to the motor nerves.

The pain of self-denial was frantically tearing at his will.

That's right.

Gently taking a breath, making sure not to move too much and tear his chest wound, Fu Qian was even more satisfied at that moment.

The mistakes that humans make are often not meaningless, such as making the correct one more distinct.

Look, aren't we back on the right track now?

He had already climbed up two tower heights, but the steps in front of him still had no end in sight.

Fortunately, he finally stopped violently resisting his intuition. Fu Qian really turned around and looked down at his feet, realizing he had lost his way.

Of course, before truly stepping down the first step, his one relatively intact hand didn't forget to grab the nearest spike and tear it off with all his might.

To his delight, compared to teeth growing in flesh, they were more like thorns stuck in flesh.

After some effort, Fu Qian finally succeeded in taking down this souvenir and holding it in his hand, as a warning for his youthful ignorance.

And with this determination, the dangers on the way down the mountain seemed to become a bit more lovely.

At the same time, because he was eager to return, Fu Qian inevitably gained a pile of wounds on his body.

So much so that when he finally returned to the starting point, at first glance, he looked like a fish about to be steamed.

But back on the right path, he obviously didn't care about such details, just tightly grasped the spike in his hand, staring straight at the Bliss Tower and walking over, without looking back once.

It looks more symmetrical than the previous ones, is this what they mean by the more advanced, the simpler?

And finally arriving at the destination, Fu Qian stood under the infusion platform and gave it a good review immediately.

Not an exaggeration, although the overall style is similar, the lines of the one in front of him are obviously simpler and smoother, removing many unnecessary structural features.

There is a kind of industrialized beauty—sizzle!

While praising, Fu Qian reached out, and the spike directly cut a huge gash on it.