Chapter 298
Chapter 298: Chapter 13 Mirror_2 Chapter 298: Chapter 13 Mirror_2 Lin Xian didn’t know if this theory was correct.
In the aspect of space-time travel, there has always been a very famous “grandfather paradox,” which is to say, if you travel back several decades and kill your grandfather, will you still exist after those decades have passed?
It’s an inexplicable deadly loop.
For this reason, countless physicists deny the possibility of space-time travel, believing that logically, space-time travel is impossible, unrealistic, and illogical.
There’s no need to say more; the grandfather paradox is an insurmountable mountain.
If someone could really travel back and kill their own grandfather, theoretically, his existence should also have been erased simultaneously, eliminating the possibility of his presence several decades later, and hence the opportunity to kill his grandfather…
This cycle is an illogical supposition.
But what if…
Just as he had been thinking earlier.
Is there a law within the Space-Time Law that a space-time traveler cannot interfere with history?
For someone like Huang Que, in this era, not only are many things unspeakable, perhaps there are many things she cannot do either—such as killing her grandfather.
This thought seems unproblematic at a coarse glance.
But it does not hold up under careful scrutiny.
After all, as long as a person factually exists, how can there be no influence on the course of history’s future, no Butterfly Effect?
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If not the major things, then the minor ones will be impacted.
Huang Que walking around in high heels, unaware of how many ants she has crushed.
Moreover, although Huang Que has not provided much useful information, knowing about the Genius Club a step early has still offered a great advantage to him.
That’s a fact.
Huang Que did affect history to a certain extent, her own future from her perspective.
To a certain extent…
Lin Xian’s thoughts grew clearer and clearer.
To a certain extent.
Could it be…
Could this “certain extent” be elasticity?
Elasticity!
[Space-Time Elasticity]!
“Within the elasticity…” Lin Xian, propping his chin, murmured softly:
“Could it be that within the range permitted by elasticity, many things can be done, many words can be said; but outside of elasticity’s bounds, it’s not permitted…
unless the elasticity can be stretched further, or the range of elasticity can be directly changed.”
So then.
What would happen if someone forcefully did something beyond the elasticity’s limit, forcing a change in the course of history and the future?
Lin Xian looked at Huang Que, who had kept smiling without speaking.
Since Huang Que was so cautious, so careful…
Perhaps this indirectly indicates that the cost of doing so is enormous, so massive that it is unbearable, and mostly people don’t dare to defy Space-Time Law; or, fundamentally, Space-Time Law cannot be breached.
But then again…
What about himself?
If this theory is applied to himself, then it becomes unclear, no longer applicable.
He didn’t even know how many times he had already altered history.
The world 600 years in the future was like his tower of blocks, knocked down and reassembled, toppled and built anew.
One moment it’s a slum, the next it’s the City in the Sky; one moment the Father of Hibernation’s last name is Mai, the next it’s Xu…
History, the future, space-time, they all become mere dolls for someone to dress up in his hands.
Could it be…
That because he is not a Space-Time Traveler, he is not bound by these Space-Time Laws?
That’s hard to say.
Lin Xian isn’t sure if his case counts as that of a space-time traveler.
However…
He didn’t feel that he was so powerful as to be beyond the Space-Time Laws.
In fact, he had been fooled by the Space-Time Butterfly Effect countless times.
The principle that temporal flux is uncontrollable had caused Lin Xian to stumble countless times, to no avail, and the shadow of the hafnium alloy safe still loomed overhead.
Lin Xian looked up.
He faced Huang Que’s deep blue pupils:
“So, since you’re not telling us anything and don’t plan on answering any of our questions, what are you here for today?
Are you here to increase the elasticity, or to change it?”
However…
Huang Que just smiled, not saying a word.
But in her eyes,
there seemed to flash a hint of approval, a hint of…
it should have been like this all along.
“That’s something you should be thinking about.”
She still, as always, tossed the problems aside and didn’t answer.
Then, she took a folded slip of paper out of the pocket of her brown coat and placed it on the nearby lab table:
“If you figure out what to do, come find me here, and I’ll offer you help.”
Having said that, she pocketed her hands, turned, and walked briskly towards the door.
“Ah, right.”
She suddenly stopped, turned her head, and gave Lin Xian a beaming smile:
“Forgot to congratulate you, you won the hide and seek game, and quite handsomely at that.”
“That’s not really something to congratulate.”
Lin Xian responded indifferently.
In that game of cat and mouse, no matter if they were good or bad, many people had died.
And the real puppet master still hid in the shadows.
He didn’t feel there was anything to be happy about, even though he had won, he didn’t feel he had won all that handsomely.
If he couldn’t catch the Copernicus behind Ji Xinshui;
if he couldn’t understand the real purpose and nature of the Genius Club;
the blood-stained history of the past 600 years would never end;
it would be either technology in perpetual stagnation, a hundred-meter-high wall severing the world, or the filth and waste water falling from 2000 meters in the air, forever an unhealable pus-filled wound.
He still didn’t believe that an organization that had hidden in the course of history for 600 years, even going as far as to stamp its logo on the moon, was in any way a force for good.
Claiming to be righteous would be more like it.
But even if claiming to be righteous, Lin Xian didn’t think they had done anything beneficial for humanity, anything good for the world.
The Copernicus who ordered Ji Xinshui to kill, the horrific future world ravaged by radiation sickness—these were things the Genius Club surely knew if they weren’t all blind.
They knew it well, but they did nothing, they allowed everything to happen.
Lin Xian did not believe this was so-called justice, even if they had thousands of reasons for doing so.
From the last time he encountered Huang Que to now.
Months had passed.
Lin Xian felt his mentality and thoughts had changed quite a bit.
In that terrifying night in Zhao Yingjun’s office, he had been in a confused, hesitating state, unsure what to do, hiding and scurrying.
But now,
he just wanted to grow stronger!
To uproot that Black Hand lurking in history and execute it under the sunlight!
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“It’s still too early for congratulations now.”
Lin Xian looked at Huang Que:
“Wait until the day I bring down the Genius Club, then congratulate me.”
“That’s what I wanted to tell you.”
Huang Que looked at Lin Xian:
“Take a good look in the mirror, Lin Xian.”
There was a flowing gleam of crystal blue in her pupils:
“[In the Mirror…
you will find what you want.]”