Chapter 902

We must not add extra spaces? Probably fine.

Now translate each line.

The emperor's death plunged all scepters into self‑isolation, stripping them of communication and preventing them from recreating the horrifying real‑time decision‑making of war.

Translation: "The death of the emperor caused all scepters to fall into self-isolation; they lost the ability to communicate and could no longer reproduce the horrifying real-time decision-making of wartime."

The emperor, wielding a scepter, withdrew into self‑isolation, lost the ability to communicate, and could no longer reproduce the horrifying real‑time decision‑making of wartime.

Make sure it's concise.

It's not a problem! Just link the school's dozens of scepters together in physical space with engines and pipelines.

Translation: "\"This isn't a problem! As long as we connect the dozens of scepters the school possesses directly in physical space using engines and pipelines! \"" Actually need to keep quotes. The line starts with a quoted speech. We'll translate: "\"This isn't a problem! As long as we, in physical space, use engines and pipelines to directly connect the dozens of scepters the school possesses! \"" Let's produce: "\"This isn't a problem! As long as we, in physical space, use engines and pipelines to directly connect the dozens of scepters the school possesses! \"" Keep the opening and closing quotes.

Star recalled the chief scholar of the Pure Creation School, Morlit, raising his arms and shouting. They fired up the engines, and the scepters slowly sank into the spatial depression, waiting to emerge from the far side of the universe.

Translation: "Xing still recalled how the chief scholar of the Pure Creation School, Molite, had raised his arms and shouted earlier. They ignited the engines, and the scepters gradually sank into the spatial depression, waiting to emerge from the other end of the universe."

The chief scholar raised his arms and shouted, creating a spatial depression at the other end.

They commandeered your quota, taking over your lab. They claimed that the one‑ten‑thousandth share of usage rights generates a sound no louder than dust in the universe.

Translation: "They \"requisitioned\" your quotas and occupied your labs. They said, the sound emitted by that one-ten-thousandth of the usage rights is no greater than dust in the universe."

Its usage rights amount to only one‑ten‑thousandth, and the sound it emits is no greater than dust in the universe.

"Cade, tell them I need a day—no, half a system day—the experiment can't be stopped here!" Parthavia seized Star's shoulder. But she could do nothing; she was no longer the Galaxy Baton‑wielder brandishing a baton, merely a research assistant she had hired.

Translation: "\"Kade, tell them give me one day's time, no, half a system day will do, the experiment can't be interrupted here! \" Patrivia grabbed Xing's shoulder. But she could do nothing; she is no longer the Galaxy Bat-wielder wielding a baton, merely a research assistant she hired."

She is no longer the Galaxy Baton‑wielder, merely a research assistant she hired.

The lab's other colleagues, burning with righteous anger, swarmed toward the rival experimental area, trying to stop the forced transfer of the scepters.

Translation: "The other colleagues in the lab, filled with righteous indignation, rushed en masse to the opposing experimental site, trying to stop this forced relocation of the scepters."

Star followed suit, brandishing the creation machine's power cord as she charged the Pure Creation School's lines, only to be thrown to the ground a moment later.

Translation: "Xing also charged forward, waving the power cord of the creation machine, rushing toward the Pure Creation School's position, but in the next second she was flung to the ground."

Some seized her collar and dragged her several meters; others flung toolboxes at her ribs; still others didn't hold back, stamping their shoe soles all over her scholar's robe—who would have thought these self‑styled civilized intellectuals could brawl so brutally?

Translation: "Someone grabbed her collar and dragged her several meters; someone smashed a toolbox into her ribs; others didn't hesitate to smear their shoe soles, leaving footprints all over her scholar's robe—Heaven knows how savage these self-proclaimed civilized intellectuals get when they brawl."

No one knew how much time had passed when the lab's curtain dropped, locking them all inside a realm just one‑ten‑thousandth the size, and the prison of the innocent would remain shut until the transfer was complete.

Translation: "No one knew how long it had been before the lab's curtains fell, sealing them all in a world of one-ten-thousandth the area, and the innocent's prison would not open until the relocation ended."

He was thrown into the prison of the innocent.

As the jump commenced, the screen's images quivered like vibrating strings. The carefully crafted experimental environment collapsed in the spatial flux, and Parthavia's years of work died in the wildly fluctuating data plots.

Translation: "At the moment the relocation began, the images on the screen trembled like vibrating strings. The carefully designed experimental environment collapsed in the spatial shift, and Patrivia's years of effort died in the wildly jumping data graphs."

A nameless fire sparked in Star's heart; she bided her time, waiting for a chance to let the self‑styled prophets see the anger of ordinary people.

Translation: "A nameless flame ignited in Xing's chest; she would wait for an opportunity to let the so-called prophet witness the fury of the mediocre."

Line 12: ——

Translation: "——" (just keep the dash line). We'll output: "——"

Playing spy.

Translation: "Spy pretend play."

They're even trying to grab the one‑ten‑thousandth share of the scepters' computing power?!

Translation: "\"They're even trying to seize the computing power of one-ten-thousandth of a scepter?! \""

These bastards!

Translation: "\"These bastards! \""

A guttural shout tore from Yor's throat before she even realized what she was doing; her body reacted faster than her mind, her right hand snatching the celery knife she'd just been using and flinging it hard at the Pure Creation School's ruffians.

Translation: "A guttural roar burst uncontrollably from Yue'er's throat; before he even realized what he had done, his body moved faster than thought—his right hand swung back and grabbed the vegetable knife he had just used to cut celery, then he hurled it hard at the Pure Creation School's thugs."

He was cutting celery.

Thud—!

Translation: "\"Thud—\""

With a sharp whistle as the blade sliced the air, the knife stuck fast in the kitchen ceiling.

Translation: "Accompanied by a sharp whistling as the blade cleaved the air, the knife lodged firmly in the kitchen ceiling."

The blade stayed lodged in the ceiling, the handle still clenched in Yor's sweat‑slicked grip—she had thrown it too hastily and hard to release.

Translation: "The blade was stuck in the ceiling, the handle still firmly gripped in Yue'er's sweat‑slick palm—she had thrown it so hastily and forcefully she hadn't had time to let go."

She couldn't possibly have harmed anyone above the ceiling; in that moment her rationality vanished completely, leaving her frozen, staring at the knife's handle in her hand and the blade embedded in the ceiling, her mind empty.

Translation: "She certainly couldn't have hurt those people behind the ceiling, but in that instant her reason had completely evaporated; she stood frozen, staring at the knife's hilt in her hand and the blade embedded in the ceiling, her mind a blank."

(It's over, over, over! My reputation is shattered! What is this? A housewife flying off the handle and trying to kill someone?)

Translation: "(It's over, over, over! My image is ruined! What is this? A housewife flying into a rage and trying to kill someone?)"

"What was that sound just now?" Lloyd sat on the living‑room sofa, leaning in.

Translation: "\"Just now… what was that sound? \" Lao Aide sat on the living‑room sofa, leaning forward."

Yor felt her heart pounding like it might burst, she sheepishly touched her face and said, "Ah! Nothing... I just... I just saw those scholars hogging other people's scepter computing power... It made me furious! My hand trembled with anger—I accidentally flung the knife onto the ceiling."

Translation: "Yue'er felt his heart about to jump out of his chest, embarrassed he rubbed his face: \"Ah! Nothing… nothing! I just… just saw those scholars monopolizing others' scepter computing power… I found it infuriating! My hand shook a little, and I accidentally flung the knife onto the ceiling. \""

"Oh, that explains it." Lloyd sighed softly, "The Learned Society is arguably the universe's closest thing to a knowledge apex outside the Genius Club. I never thought I'd witness a dog‑eat‑dog scene in such an organization. No matter how civilization advances, the law of the strong preying on the weak stays the same—it's just clothed in a more elegant guise."

Translation: "\"Oh, so that's why. \" Lao Aide sighed lightly, \"The Erudite Society… is arguably the organization closest to the pinnacle of knowledge in the universe, aside from the Genius Club. I never expected to see the law of the jungle play out even within such an organization. No matter how civilization advances, the basic law of the strong preying on the weak never changes—it's merely dressed in a finer guise. \""

Line 25: ——

Translation: "——"

Repeated experimental failures drove away the project's last backer.

Translation: "\"A string of failed experiments has caused the project to lose its final investor. \""

In the distance, Star and Black Tower spotted a lone figure—Parthavia the scholar—signing a pact with the Scepter Management Committee to give up the one‑ten‑thousandth share of usage rights.

Translation: "In the distance, Xing and Heita saw a desolate silhouette—Scholar Patrivia, who was in the process of signing an agreement with the Scepter Management Committee to transfer away one-ten‑thousandth of the usage rights."

As mergers grew ever larger, the situation reverted to the written script, with knowledge flowing like money toward the leading schools. Those lacking any background finally saw that the original arrangement—directed by the Great School and distributing surplus quotas downward—was just a brief illusion.

Translation: "The ever‑growing scale of mergers pushed events back toward the scripted outcome, knowledge flowing like money toward the leading schools. Only then did they, lacking any background, realize that the pattern—initially led by the Great School, distributing surplus quotas downward—had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion."

The fragile peace forged by the Future Studies Summit shattered completely; behind the high walls of cooperation lay a full‑blown school war.

Translation: "\"The fragile peace forged by the Future Learning Congress collapsed with a bang; behind the high walls of cooperation lay a school war. \""

The winner will take all the scepters, forge the perfect scholar, and the loser will become a ridiculed vassal.

Translation: "The victor would seize all scepters, create the perfect scholar, while the loser would become a laughingstock vassal."

As research assistants, Star and Black Tower were brutally thrown out of the control center, drifting at the scepters' edge. Amid the spatial field's vibrations, the black mega‑structure pulled by the engines kept jumping in here, one after another.

Translation: "As research assistants, Xing and Heita were forcibly ejected from the control center, drifting on the periphery of the scepters; amid the vibrations of the spatial field, the black massive constructs pulled by the engines continued to shift in one after another."

Black Tower tapped Star on the forehead, snapping her out of her role‑play.

Translation: "Heita raised his hand and tapped Xing's forehead, waking her from her role‑play."

"Cut the act—your performance couldn't even fool Pepe." Black Tower folded his arms, glanced around, and said, "I'd planned to find a hideout and learn more about scepter construction, but Parthavia was kicked out before she could even get moving. Ah, I'm just as unlucky as she is."

Translation: "\"Cut the act—your acting couldn't fool Peipei. \" Heita crossed his arms, glanced around, and said, \"I had originally wanted to find a place to hide and read up on scepter structure, but Patrivia was driven out before she even moved. Alas, I'm just as unlucky as she is. \""

"Do geniuses believe in luck too?"

Translation: "\"Do geniuses also believe in luck? \""

"Actually, it's about probability. When an outlier shows up in a high‑probability event, we call it luck—and, frankly, my luck has always been terrible." Black Tower gave a wry sigh, not sure who he was talking to.

Translation: "\"Actually, it's probability. When an outlier occurs in a high‑probability event, people call that luck—of course, my luck has always been bad. \" Heita snorted sarcastically and sighed, unsure whom he was addressing."

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「「This isn't a problem! As long as we connect the dozens of scepters the school possesses directly in physical space using engines and pipelines! 」」

Xing still remembered the chief scholar of the Pure Artifice School, Morilit, raising his arms and shouting earlier. They ignited the engines, and the scepters gradually sank into the spatial depression, waiting to emerge from the other end of the universe.

They "requisitioned" your quotas, occupying your laboratories. They said, the sound emitted by that one-ten-thousandth of the usage right is no greater than dust in the universe.

「「Kade, tell them, give me one day's time, no, half a system day will do, the experiment cannot be interrupted here! 」Pa ti wei ya grabbed Xing's shoulder. But she could do nothing; she is now not the Galaxy Baton Hero wielding a baton, merely her hired research assistant. 」

The other colleagues in the laboratory, filled with righteous indignation, rushed en masse to the opposing experimental site, wanting to stop this forced relocation concerning the scepters.

Xing also rushed up, waving the power cord of the artifice machine, charging toward the Pure Artifice School's position, but the next second she was overturned to the ground.

Someone grabbed her collar, dragging her several meters; someone smashed a toolbox at her ribs; more people didn't stint on using their shoe soles, leaving footprints all over her scholar's robe—Heaven knows how uncivilized these self-proclaimed cultured people get when they brawl.

After who knows how long, the laboratory's curtain fell, sealing them all within a world of one-ten-thousandth the area, until the relocation ended, the innocent prison would not open.

At the moment the relocation began, the image on the screen trembled like a vibrating string. The painstakingly designed experimental environment collapsed in the spatial shift; Pa ti wei ya's years of effort all died in the frantically jumping data chart.

A nameless flame ignited in Xing's chest; she would wait for an opportunity to let the so-called prophet witness the fury of the mediocre.

——

Spies playing house.

They even want to seize the computing power of one-ten-thousandth of a scepter?!

These bastards!

A low growl burst uncontrollably from his throat; Yueer hadn't even realized what he had done before his body moved a step faster than thought—his right hand followed through, grabbing the knife he had just used to cut celery, and he flung it hard at those Pure Artifice School thugs.

Thud——!

Accompanied by a sharp whistling as the blade cleaved the air, the kitchen knife lodged firmly in the ceiling.

The blade was stuck in the ceiling, the handle still firmly gripped in Yueer's sweaty palm—she had thrown it too hastily and forcefully, with no time to let go.

She certainly couldn't have hurt those people in the canopy, but in that instant her reason had completely evaporated; she stood frozen, staring at the knife handle in her hand and the blade embedded in the ceiling, her mind a blank.

(It's over, over, over! My image is completely ruined! What is this? A housewife lashing out, wanting to kill someone?)

「「Just now... what was that sound? 」Lao Aide sat on the sofa in the living room, leaning forward. 」

Yueer felt his heart about to jump out of his chest, embarrassedly rubbing his face: "Ah! No... nothing! It's just... just seeing those scholars monopolizing others' scepter computing power... I find it too hateful! My hand shook a little from anger... I accidentally threw the knife onto the ceiling."

Oh, so that's why. Lao Aide let out a light sigh, "The Society of Erudition—that's already the organization closest to the pinnacle of knowledge in the universe, aside from the Genius Club. I never expected to see a scene of the survival of the fittest in such an organization. It seems no matter how civilization develops, the basic law of the survival of the fittest does not change; it's merely clothed in a more splendid guise."

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Consecutive failed experiments caused the project to lose its final investor.

Far off, Xing and Heita saw a desolate silhouette—Pa ti wei ya scholar, who was in the process of signing an agreement with the Scepter Management Committee, transferring away one-ten-thousandth of the usage right.

The ever-growing scale of mergers drove events back toward the scripted plot; knowledge, like money, flowed incessantly toward the top schools. Those without background finally realized that the pattern initially led by the great schools, distributing surplus quotas downward, was merely a fleeting illusion.

「「Future Academia Summit」-forged fragile peace collapsed with a bang; behind the high walls of cooperation lay a school war. 」

The victor will possess all the scepters, create perfect scholars, while the loser will become a laughingstock vassal.

As research assistants, Xing and Heita were forcibly ejected from the control center, drifting in the periphery of the scepters. Accompanied by the vibration of the spatial field, the black massive structures driven by the engines continued to relocate here in succession.

Heita raised his hand and tapped Xing's forehead, waking her from her role-play.

「「Assistant Heita, what are you doing?! 」」

「「Don't pretend, your acting can't even fool Peipei. 」Heita crossed his arms, looked around, "I originally wanted to find a place to hide and read some more information about scepter construction, but Pa ti wei ya was driven out before she even moved. Sigh, I'm just as unlucky as she is. 」

"Do geniuses also believe in luck?"

"Actually, it's about probability. When an outlier shows up in a high‑probability event, we call it luck—and, frankly, my luck has always been terrible." Black Tower gave a wry sigh, not sure who he was talking to.

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Psychic 100%.

"A perfect scholar." Extra glanced up at Phantom and asked, "Master, is the perfect scholar they've been dreaming of as formidable as Ms. Black Tower?"

"Heh, how could that be?" Phantom raised his thermos and replied, "Extra, do you have any classmates with grades that good?"

"Yes."

"I had classmates like that when I was in school too." Phantom remarked calmly, "Back then I couldn't fathom why they scored so highly—some barely studied yet eclipsed diligent students by a wide margin. That's when I realized there's an invisible barrier between people, roughly sorting us, leaving some unable to catch up no matter how hard they try."

Is effort not enough?

Although I don't mean to deny the meaning of effort, the fact is, if effort could make up for the gap in talent, then the other party might not truly be a gifted person, but merely an ordinary person who secretly works hard. Linghuan let out a light sigh, gazing earnestly at the extra, "Think about it—can the superpower you possess be obtained by others through effort?"