If it wasn't any easier, Pauli's exclusion principle was something I was so rigorously drilled on while doing my PhD and undergrad.
The dissection? Fuck my lecturers! Screw them!
Isaac grabs a notebook and pen before reaching for the provided hand sanitiser. He sits next to Xuě Xīlián on his bed as he tends her wounds. She gritted her teeth so hard that her jaw joints popped, just as Isaac did.
"Tsk! It stings!"
"Yeah, I know. Just listen to my lecture and ignore the pain."
He wiped the tears and blood off her cheeks before wrapping her scarred arms in clothes he had newly received. It's not comparable to the tears she wiped for him, all because of the intention in the heart.
But he tried his best.
Urgh… Close up her skin flaps off her face… God… There better be some form of healing magic for ts.
Isaac opens his notebook and begins writing with his free hand.
As he puts.
Time to cook.
"From my understanding of what you have said so far. The Cooper Transition is a forced compromise; it exists because both the Thaumitonic and Monadic condensates are competing for the same biological fermionic substrate simultaneously. The substrate cannot be a perfect Fermi solid and a viable BEC medium at once, so the system is tuned to an unstable midpoint between them. The resolution, therefore, is spatial decoupling of the two condensates into true non-interfering cosmological domains."
"Right, continu—"
Cognitive behavioral therapy… It's a core memory of my primary school years…
For this to be successful, I need both of our cooperation.
Plus… Hehehe… It's a justified way for me to gain information without being generic while adding character depth to my weapon.
"AP Quiz: What is the process of Order Breakthrough?"
"The fuck… When a Dantian condensate amplitude M₀ exceeds Mᵣₑₐₗₘ, the mutual informational resonance of the condensed Monaduon creates a self-consistent internal spacetime within the Dantian, topologically equivalent to an Einstan–Rosen bridge into the Monaduons' collective sub-cosmological interior."
Quick infer… Basically, an inner dimension with its own laws ig… Interesting that the mathematical expression of the threshold point is called Mᵣₑₐₗₘ, rather than Mₒᵣₔₑᵣ, suggesting that the earliest Monadic mathematicians and physicists still referred to realms of Cultivation as Realms before transitioning to Orders…
Nevertheless, a thought for another day.
"So, at that threshold, the primary substrate of the Monadic condensate is not external biological tissue. I take it as the internal spacetime of the Dantian. The M⁰-Fermion network responsible for Cultivation advancement relocates its dominant degrees of freedom into this internal domain, which operates under its own emergent physical constants entirely decoupled from the external body's gauge interactions."
"So? Where are you getting at? I know that the combined state cannot be consistently symmetric or antisymmetric and therefore mathematically forbidden, but so what?"
"So the external tissue retains residual M⁰-Fermion coupling sufficient for physical transcendence, but the Monadic Spin Correction δₘ imposed on the external fermionic substrate drops asymptotically toward zero as the condensate internalizes, because the primary topological resonance is now occurring inside the realm rather than in the body's baryonic matter. With δₘ → 0, externally, the qₜ-modified quarks of the external biological tissue recover their native SU(2)ₜ coupling cross-sections, making it so the Tau-9 receptor is no longer operating against residual Fermi pressure from a monadically saturated substrate, and the T-BEC—
"... can nucleate to its full coherent density ceiling." She adds on as her eyes widened.
Ding Ding. Ding Ding.
I just hit the jackpot again.
"Tell me how you interpret what I say, expand on it. Trust me, Xue'er."
"Simultaneously then, the Dantian internal spacetime, being its own self-sustaining cosmological domain with its own RG-flow and thermodynamic history, grows its Monadic condensate amplitude independently of any Thaumitonic activity in the external body where there is no quantum statistical interference pathway between a T-BEC in the external neural tissue and a Dantian condensate evolving inside a distinct internal spacetime, because the two are separated by a cosmological stratum."
"Precisely." Isaac cups her face as he applies more alcohol. "The Cultivation Order ceiling imposed by the Cooper Transition vanishes entirely in my hypothesis. Order progression is now governed by the internal realm's Monadic complexity, which is bounded only by the Bekenstei— Fuck Baka-Enstan entropy of the Dantian spacetime itself, a ceiling that rises with every Order advanced, rather than one imposed from outside. The perfected Thaumi-Monadic Monurgist—"
"Is therefore one who has achieved Order Breakthrough first and only then practising Wave Binding on an external body whose fermionic substrate is entirely unencumbered… Oh my goodness…"
Dumbass…
"The sequence is the secret sauce: the Cooper Transition is the path, and Order Breakthrough is the door that makes the path unnecessary. This thesis shows that your Monurgical path alters quantum statistics locally. It's as if… And don't take this as it says it… You're like an artificial system inside of a much 'larger' one, y'know? Hehehe…"
Tears flowed out of Xuě Xīlián's puffy eyes once more.
No longer sadness but hope.
"In summary. If you can prove this to be true. You shouldn't exist. Yet here you are. If you want a mathematical equation for your sanity, I can try to mentalize and writ—"
A shaky utterance came out of her mouth.
"I-Isaac… I don't know what to say… But… Tha— OW! What the fuck?!"
He purposely dabs his alcohol-soaked finger on her cheeks harder to interrupt her, disgustingly peeling off a layer of skin that was ripped off and immediately smearing his hand on the open blotch.
"S-stop it! Fuck! It really hurts—," Dab. "STOP!"
Isaac internally scoffs and bursts out in laughter.
Yeah~. Does the alcohol sting, huh?! Xue'er, huh?!
Hehehehe…
Cry some more, la!
Control your emotions worse than me, la!
Choke me to death again, la!
See if that changes anything, you STUPID Cultivator!
He stings her one more time for good measure, which she, at this rate, bears unwillingly.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Stand up, will you? Are you seriously sniveling when you should be training? Studying? Proving them wrong?"
"B-but—just give me some ti—"
"No." The word leaves no room for argument. "Xue'er… Get up. Suck those tears back in. Get those wounds properly treated. If you want to shove their words up their asses, then bark louder. Fight harder."
A sniffle. Then, slowly, she pushes herself up, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
"I understand. Thank you, Isaac. I'll be indebted to—"
OI!
You don't treat someone who insulted you that badly this way!
Bitch… You don't just say thank you to a fucker that hurt you!
"Don't lie, no, you won't." Isaac waves her off. "I'm genuinely stating facts. Hell, aside from finding out how violent you are, I'm more surprised nobody has theorized what I said yet, let alone comforted you as I have. I, well, for all I know, am not someone you should call a friend." A pause.
"But… allies?"
A final push of this horrendously long expedition dump arc, from a meta view, of course.
Four: Form Camaraderie.
I don't need her as a friend, nor do I need some cliché BS romance blooming just because I didn't treat her like shit. The last thing I want is to get tangled in Wùhuán Dàlù's bloody politics over misguided affection.
So instead… To keep distance and remain as close contacts…
Allies is the simplest way to build a relationship.
She meets his gaze, resolve hardening.
"Allies..."
"What do you say?"
Isaac offers his hand.
"Hah… Fine." She grips his hand in a firm handshake.
Whether his actions were justifiable or not, one thing that Isaac has accomplished is setting the Exiled Jade Beauty of the Liánhuá Sect straight. He had guided her on a proper path. Fit for the role of royalty in this story.
"I'll be upfront with you, Isaac. I'm still insulted and really hurt by what you said to me. You really… really have a talent for agonizing people where it does most… But… I thank you for the time you gave me today. The initiative to take me into your room so that nobody could see me break down at the likely expense of your reputation… So… Thank you, Isaac. For today, you gave a girl some hope in her life. Thank you…"
W character development?
It's always good to articulate your thoughts with someone who has hurt you in an attempt to move on. Her going out of her way to give me this speech before leaving shows me that she has at least some initiative to change later down the line.
Wish I had this back then… Well,,, It's just that… Hah… How do I tell her…
Never mind, it's all sunshine and rainbows now.
A talent to hurt and heal.
What a paradox I am.
Oh shi一
"A-ah, Xue'er, sorry to hold you again."
"Are you going to continue to insult me?"
"Ehhh… My bad for just now… No, I just want to know. Can you explain the hierarchy of the Jiǔxiāo Empire to me?"
"...What the hell…"
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.
.
The feeling of intellectual and psychological superiority. The euphoria was intoxicating, understanding and knowing how every move played out. Even when she lunged at Isaac, he couldn't help but marvel.
The pain of strangulation was left on his neck.
He admired it; it was worth the purposeful rage-baiting and pain to get a gauge of Xuě Xīlián.
Be it aching for my heart or for others… So much useful information was gained today… Not useful for reputation; people are gonna think I'm a masochist seeing these handprints.
Isaac's subconsciously licked a little of her residual blood, just to check if there were any biological differences between humans and Humans. Confirming that, taste-wise at least, there were no differences, his body collapses onto the bed like a sack of potatoes after cleaning Xuě Xīlián's blood from his room.
I'll bathe later. What time is it even?
4:41 PM.
I should really get a watch, obviously, because future-me keeps screwing over present-me on basic life organization.
A groan rips from his throat, loud enough to startle the neighbours. The sound hangs in the air, a perfect summary of his existence, equal parts exhaustion, resignation, and confusion.
Flip-flopping onto his belly.
He began hating.