When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1313 - 36: Serpent Whirlpool

It’s very difficult to delve into the Mirror Hall, but leaving it is quite simple—you just need to think in your heart ’I want to leave’, and after at most three spatial shifts, you will return to the entrance.

This is also why it’s called Mirror Hall, and not the Mirror Maze.

Once they left the Mirror Hall, Aiwass set up a ritual to summon the Moon Deer, Arnold.

They didn’t have the Dreamworld Navigator, so they had to rely on the Moon Deer to stabilize their crossing through the cracks between dreams. However, with Arnold’s true name, this was not a particularly difficult task.

But what surprised Aiwass was...

—The summoned Moon Deer Arnold turned out not to be the Playful Sky Department, nor did it recognize them.

When it spoke, it still had that sharp voice like a jester, but it wasn’t as manic and excited as the ’Moon Deer Arnold’ when it left earlier. Instead, it spoke softly, deliberately, just like how they were before the Shadowy Celestial Marshal before setting off.

In other words...

It wasn’t that the Playful Sky Department had an alter identity as the Moon Deer Arnold.

Rather, he somehow replaced Arnold, seized and prematurely responded to the Shadowy Celestial Marshal’s summoning!

—This means that the Playful Sky Department’s impersonation could not even be detected by the Shadowy Celestial Marshal!

However, this was actually a good thing for Arsene—he could now tell the story he once shared with the Playful Sky Department again to Arnold.

This time, while taking three people, the journey from the Mirror Hall to the realm of the Geometric Celestial Marshal wasn’t far. Therefore, just this story was enough to cover the fare.

Arsene did not need to bring out a new embarrassing story to hitch another ride on the ’Moon Deer Bus’.

Yet this left Arsene with a hint of regret—he had thought that if the fare happened to fall short, he would have a reason to hear some amusing tidbits from Sherlock. If it was only slightly short, Sherlock’s story might just suffice to make up the shortfall.

When the Moon Deer leaped and landed, they arrived at their destination.

This was the realm of the Geometric Celestial Marshal—the Serpentine Vortex.

Although the name contains ’snake’, there are actually no snakes here.

The name comes from the architecture that resembles coiled serpents.

The ’Serpentine Vortex’ consists of buildings formed by various geometric patterns. If viewed from directly above, they present a strange, perfect, golden spiral perpetually contracting inward and downward.

Every geometric shape is depicted in four vibrant colors—red, green, yellow, blue. The sizes and shapes of these geometric patterns vary, yet strangely, no two adjacent patterns have the same color.

But if not viewed from directly above, one would witness a bizarre scene.

The world before them was a paradox of inverted tops and bottoms, fronts and backs.

Unlike the Mirror Hall, this place was bustling with scholars in various costumes, walking to and fro, focused on their paths.

And their ’personal perspective’ also varied.

For some, it was the stairs underfoot, for others, it was just wall decoration; for some, it was an ’up and down’ scene, for others, it was ’left and right’. The illusions of light and shadow, the inversions of up and down, at this moment—in a dream, became tangible reality.

And countless such inversions of reality in four-color staircases combined, forming one Penrose staircase after another. These are the staircases that seemingly go up or down endlessly, yet never reach an end.

—This is the Serpentine Vortex, a ’dream vortex of impossible existence’ centered on paradox.

Aiwass and the others stood on the outermost edge of the Serpentine Vortex, watching these colorful, infinitely looping staircases extending downward, unsure of how to enter.

The Serpentine Vortex is a special realm where nearly only deceased mathematicians reside—the Geometric Celestial Marshal has exceedingly high mathematical talent requirements for his Angel Envoys. Even geniuses who have obtained the Geometric Celestial Marshal Shard might not gain his approval to become his Angel Envoys.

All of this is because the Geometric Celestial Marshal needs these Angel Envoys to assist him with data calculations in the Serpentine Vortex to solve the ’one hundred thousand and eight final formulas’, thereby reaching the limits of the River of Truth and proving the truth of all things. The ’Serpentine Vortex’ built with paradox as its bricks is established for this reason... Only here can the power of ’mathematics’ become real, breaking through fallacy.

Nearly all mathematicians throughout history are here. Except for one possibility—that they had also made significant achievements in other fields, so much so that the Great Sage preemptively claimed them, turning them into his Angel Envoys. Otherwise, any with a bit of talent would be retained by the Geometric Celestial Marshal to complete his nearly impossible tasks.

If the Geometric Celestial Marshal could open the Gate of Truth, spells would no longer rely on runes, truth, and spell languages to be powered, but would be illustrated with geometry and formulas—though, for now, this path is still far off.

However, from another perspective... In this world, as long as one understands mathematics deeply enough, a stable job in the afterlife is assured. Even if one isn’t a Transcendent, at least they won’t be recycled and used as raw materials for new souls.

But everyone who does not have a deep understanding of mathematics will be trapped and perish in this Serpentine Vortex maze, unable to distinguish inside from outside, up from down.

When Aiwass and his companions appeared here, they became an obviously existing ’foreign entity’.

Though they were utterly conspicuous, almost no one turned to look at them.

The surrounding space suddenly curled inward, collapsing, and a man dressed in a white robe walked down a staircase from within, appearing out of thin air.

He was a human, seemingly ordinary in appearance. But judging by the style of his robe, he apparently hailed from the Narcissus Duchy and probably hadn’t been dead for long.

’You all have come here...’ he began with a frown but then suddenly noticed the antlers on Aiwass’s head.

The man widened his eyes, realizing Aiwass’s identity, and immediately raised his voice a few notches: ’Son of Candle Master... Forgive my impertinence, sir. My name is Euler. What brings you all to the Serpentine Vortex?’

’Haibasha commissioned me to come and take something for her.’

Aiwass said: ’Do you know Lady Haibasha?’

’Of course, there are few here who wouldn’t know her!’

Euler replied without hesitation: ’Are you going to her workshop?’

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’No problem, sir.’

Euler nodded: ’But I need to report to the teachers first...’

After getting Aiwass’s nod of approval, the space before him collapsed again.

Euler took a step upward, then disappeared again into the air.

Aiwass could only see that even the void was filled with folding marks— that was not ’transmission’, merely ’walking up a step’.

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