Seventy-two hours later.
Only a day and a half had passed for Antuwah.
The days and nights here are different from Earth.
During the day, there is only one sun in the sky, and it looks somewhat different from the sun, which is a yellow dwarf star. The light is softer, and the color spectrum is reddish, belonging to a red giant.
And at night, the moon here is frighteningly large—it's a huge rocky planet.
“It is a bit of a pity, but we're gaining more, aren't we?”
Qing Shui squatted on the ground, picked up a leaf, and casually drew a simple rune on it.
Specks of energy spontaneously converged towards the rune, causing several arcs of electricity to flicker on the leaf, scorching it.
This is the rune representing "electricity."
The amount of things Tony could carry back and forth from the dimension by paying the Vishanti was determined by the price he paid.
Qing Shui was the same; the World Tree couldn't just open up and supply him.
So, apart from the most important Book of Altos, Qing Shui only took a few relatively important things.
Four runestones that seemed to be personally made by Altos himself, ten Uru metal claws obtained from the Prowler, and classified samples containing hundreds of kinds of plants, animals, and fungi.
Qing Shui found these creatures relatively interesting, and their products might have some value.
He planned to set up an absolutely isolated petri dish after returning, trying to clone some of the species to see if any could adapt to Earth's environment.
Of course, to avoid biological invasion, these successfully cloned and surviving creatures would only be confined to a limited space.
Qing Shui planned to place these things on the private island where Banner used to live, using magic, technology, and sealing techniques to achieve triple supervision and avoid accidents.
Because it was only partial tissue cells, the weight of these things was not very large.
As for the Artos technique, the four runestones, and a small amount of Uru alloy claws, these higher-value items were good things that had to be brought back even if it meant paying a little more energy.
“Alright, we've rested enough on our vacation. It's time to get down to business. The time operation in higher-dimensional space is different from the universe we are in, but it is closely related. Just like three-dimensional space is composed of two-dimensional space, but one-dimension also exists in three-dimensional space.
If we stay any longer, the Vishanti will be fine, but the World Tree is not a true multi-universe god. It's just a plant with simple consciousness, living at the connection between the high dimension and reality. It may not like waiting for you that long.”
Tony yawned and gestured to Qing Shui.
“Remember to give the book to the Vishanti in a year, and they will pass it on to me.”
With that, Tony patted a magical artifact on his arm connected to the battle suit.
“Hoggoth?”
A ball of golden energy enveloped Tony and flew towards the outer sky.
Qing Shui also triggered the leaf mark left by the World Tree on himself and began to return to his own universe.
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One-person world, Kyoto University.
The newly promoted Associate Professor Zhuo Qingshui of the School of Physics and the School of Mathematics is standing on the podium, dividing the final key points for a group of freshmen who have been in school for less than half a year.
With the increase in position, luck has also increased again.
Originally, he was only an associate professor in the School of Physics, but the School of Mathematics next door was too greedy for someone like him who was very likely to win the Fields Medal.
If the professor here wins the Fields Medal, it will bring a huge improvement to the reputation of the entire Kyoto University School of Mathematics.
But he is from the School of Physics!
But it doesn't matter. After a discussion among several leaders of the School of Mathematics, they simply followed the process and gave Qingshui the title of associate professor of the School of Mathematics.
The situation of dual titles is not too common in academia, but there are also a few outstanding people who span multiple fields who have done it.
Qiu Chengtong of the Bathing University next door once served as a professor of mathematics and physics at Harvard at the same time. John Bardeen, the only person in human history to have won the Nobel Prize in Physics twice, also served as a professor of physics and electrical engineering at the University of Illinois.
The School of Mathematics doesn't want Qingshui to spend too much time. Just come here to teach a class with fewer class hours. In the future, if you have time to publish a few papers in mathematics journals, as long as you meet the promotion requirements, they will directly promote you to the position of professor.
If you have luck, you can take it, and you can get an extra salary. Qingshui is also happy to accept it.
Lecturing will not be too tiring, and papers are also very easy to solve. There are two modern worlds to copy.
With so much black technology, these two worlds are definitely far ahead of the normal modern world in basic disciplines, especially in theory.
Several months have passed, and he has already copied several papers, half of which came from Luther and half from Tony.
Although the real good things in the hands of these two people will not be truly made public, the things that can be released by them will not be simple things.
Watering some papers without gold content is too embarrassing for geniuses whose IQs are almost comparable to superpowers.
“In short, most of the things I talked about in class are important points. Chapters 8 and 10 will not be tested, but you must have a certain understanding. The exam content is similar to the exercises on the courseware and textbooks, but the difficulty will be slightly higher. As long as you have listened carefully in class, most of them are bonus questions…”
Qing Shui stood on the podium, with the blackboard behind him densely written.
The class bell rang. After taking a look at the students below who were recording the key points of the exam, Qing Shui exited the PPT and took out the U disk for teaching.
“I have arranged for the class committee to send the courseware content to your class group. If you have any questions that you don’t understand, you can take this opportunity to ask questions now.”
Qing Shui picked up the lesson plan and looked at the students below and said.
Soon, a group of students began to come forward to ask questions after recording their notes.
There are course-related content, and there are also some messy inquiries and gossip.
It's normal for young teachers and these college students to get along like this. Even these academic masters in Kyoto Technical School, this TOP2 university, are actually ordinary people, and they also have human emotions.
After taking the courseware out of the classroom, Qing Shui came to the academic office of computational physics.
Meng Xuan sat at his workstation, with dark circles under his eyes, flipping through the new paper that Qing Shui had brought with several doctoral students and younger students.
“Is class over?”
“Well, I have no more classes after this semester. I should have almost two months of vacation coming up, and I plan to relax.”
“You plan to relax? What about me then?”
Meng Xuan took off his silver-rimmed glasses and looked at Qingshui with eyes full of bloodshot veins.
“Those incredibly constructive projects you proposed before, are we not doing them? These are top-tier publications within our grasp!”
Meng Xuan lowered his voice and spoke softly, as if afraid of being heard by the faculty and staff working at other desks in the office.
So, the two of them changed the location of their conversation to the window at the end of the corridor.
“As long as you and I, master and disciple, complete these projects, not to mention becoming academicians, even the Turing Award wouldn't be a problem. We will become pioneers of the artificial intelligence era!”
Old Meng was clutching his head, looking very excited.
“Hey, Turing Award is the Turing Award. Didn't you say it wouldn't be a problem? Is there any need to be so excited?”
Qingshui patted Old Meng on the shoulder in a contrarian manner.
If I were to directly bring out strong artificial intelligence, I'd probably become the Maxwell of the IT world.
“That's precisely why we need to seize the time!”
“Isn't that what you're here for! I rely on inspiration to design feasible projects, and you rely on your professional expertise, rich knowledge, and abundant experience to improve them. Isn't this the most reasonable and perfect combination?”
Qingshui looked at Meng Xuan's increasingly receding hairline and said earnestly.
He's his best tool right now!
He can't do everything himself, can he?
Necessary experimental records, necessary thesis writing, the code to be typed, the IT data to be trained, all of these require someone with a certain level of skill to assist and oversee.
Without a single mistake, everything needs to be checked!
Otherwise, where would he find the time to study Qi cultivation techniques, the Divine Machine Arts, and the various strange methods of the Others in this world?
And here's a scholar in his prime, possessing sufficient knowledge and research capabilities, with the potential to become a first-class scientist, and also an Other within the Mo Sect. He's a Changjiang Scholar, and his teacher is a leading figure in academia and the Giant of the Mo Sect, capable of mobilizing a considerable amount of research resources.
Could there be a more suitable tool?
“So, you're planning to do something else during this winter vacation?”
“That's right. Doing research every day is tiring. I recently got a patent for an image recognition algorithm and sold it to Tencent, making a little money, so I bought a car and plan to go on a road trip across the country during the winter vacation.”
As Qingshui spoke, he shook the car keys at his waist.
The road trip is real, but the destination has another purpose.
Qingshui also plans to use the remaining small amount of money to make a puppet with decent combat power.
Selling the patent is just a temporary measure.
Throughout history, people with technologies that fit the times can make money. And if this technology is only mastered by a small group of people, you can earn much more money than others. And if the technology is only mastered by you alone and is far ahead of the times, then it's even more extraordinary.
Qingshui's plan is to take advantage of the winter vacation to register a company for himself, specifically to manage his future patent fees and do some other business along the way.
Many university professors have their own companies, which is not unusual.
Qingshui's plans were carefree, but Meng Xuan was very troubled.
You brat, you've already bought a car?
“How much money?”
“Just over a hundred steamed buns, it's just a small patent. Its commercial application prospects are still okay now, but in another year or two, similar technologies will appear on the market.”
“Alright.”
Meng Xuan felt a headache regarding this genius student.
But he couldn't control him either.
“Then what about the paper you sent me this morning? When did you run off to study electron beam lithography? It's not that it's bad, it's still related to our major, but why are you doing things piecemeal? Especially with a technology that stagnated in the 1980s. Shouldn't you solve the things that can produce results as soon as possible?”
Meng Xuan grabbed his hair in distress and said earnestly.
In his opinion, this is a common problem among young people, easily picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons, or taking a big detour.
With a genius like Qingshui who's overflowing with talent, Meng Xuan certainly doesn't want him to be distracted by these other things and hinder his development.
“Ah, this… Professor Meng, didn't you just finish reading the paper?”
“I've been studying other papers all morning to understand your paper.”
After all, electron beams are a technology that has stagnated since the last century. Few people understand it now, and it is only used as a supplement to modern lithography.
Even though the theoretical accuracy can reach below ten nanometers, optical lithography technology, which has come from behind, is more advanced in the face of technical bottlenecks.
“This paper has solved the proximity effect caused by the scattering and backscattering of electrons in the resist and substrate.”
Qingshui said to Meng Xuan in front of him.
“So you mean…”
“The technical obstacles that have plagued the academic community for thirty years have been half solved, and the remaining half will be much less difficult.”
Meng Xuan: …
Old Deng's expression was complicated at this moment.
Is this what a genius is?
As long as he truly lets go and studies anything, he can get results.
Forget it, let him do whatever he wants.
Anyway, it's not a big deal, as long as I stay at the school and make sure the results are successfully incubated, that's the same.
“Do as you please.”
Meng Xuan, who was hit hard, waved his hand.
“By the way, Professor Meng, there's one more thing.”
“What is it?”
“I want to take the opportunity to study Divine Machine Arts during the winter vacation. I wonder if the materials…”
“I still have some here. If you see anything you like, take it and use it first. Give me a list later, and I'll submit it to the Giant.”
“Okay!”
Qingshui immediately beamed with joy.
I got some good stuff for free again, everyone!
A few minutes later, Qingshui walked out of the Kyoto University campus, tossing a small bag slightly larger than a billiard ball.
This thing is called a Devouring Pouch. It was originally invented by the weapon refiners of the Heavenly Craft Hall and can store inanimate objects.
In other words, you can knock someone unconscious and transport them inside, similar to the storage rings in Xianxia novels.
In order to figure out the principle behind it, the Mo Sect exchanged some technologies with the Heavenly Craft Hall and obtained the production method.
However, the production difficulty is very high. Ordinary weapon refiners can't make it, and more powerful weapon refiners can, but refining a magical artifact takes a very long time. In addition to personal use, weapon refiners at most distribute a little to their own disciples.
