Chapter 100: 99. The Great God of Academia Descends Upon Her Divine Kingdom
"Senior, regarding this question about the Transformation System..."
"Senior, I have some doubts about the Theory of Elemental Evocation."
"Senior, I would like to ask about Alchemy."
On the top floor of the Grand Library, in the activity area exclusive to the True Sight Eye Club, this usually quiet place was exceptionally lively today. This was only because the God of Academia had finally graced Her loyal believers.
Surrounded by such a group of fanatical Seniors, Dorothy felt like a strong man who had accidentally stumbled into a country of women. The way these women, who had long yearned for rain, looked at her, it was as if they wanted to devour her whole.
But it doesn't matter. I am strong, vigorous, and full of fire. This is a perfect complement. Come on, don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower. Today, I, Doro, want to see whether the Seniors are unfathomable or if I will be drained first.
Why did Dorothy choose to build good relations with the True Sight Eye Club in the first place? Wasn't it precisely because she coveted the knowledge of these Seniors? Each of these academic Seniors before her, if thrown outside, would be revered as the best among the best. The questions that stumped them were inherently interesting and novel perspectives.
Now, listening to and pondering these viewpoints, Dorothy herself was bursting with inspiration. She discovered that the knowledge she once thought she had thoroughly mastered still had so many loopholes and flaws.
Shouldn't she quickly fix them?
Every time these Seniors asked a difficult question from an obscure angle, it was like adding a piece of coal to the flame of inspiration in Dorothy's mind. Now, she felt her inspiration was flowing like a burst dam, gushing endlessly. The Sea of Knowledge in her consciousness space was turbulent, a veritable storm of surging waves.
It's moving, it's moving, the knowledge in my mind is moving on its own again.
Oh, so that's how it is.
Wow, so it can be done this way...
Hmm, this is a good question. Let me ponder it. Oh, I get it, I get it now.
Dorothy had always relied on inspiration for her self-study in the past, but recently she felt that her inspiration was becoming increasingly difficult to stimulate. After all, the sparks of inspiration also require the fuel of knowledge reserves, and the more profound the knowledge, the more brilliant the sparks of inspiration needed, and relatively, the greater the demand for knowledge reserve fuel.
Dorothy's self-study process was like digging coal to accumulate fuel. Even with Multiple Thinking and triple-speed cheating to dig coal, her efficiency could no longer satisfy the insatiable wolf that was inspiration.
This was also why she often lamented recently that there was a limit to one person's self-study efficiency. She wanted school to start quickly, to quickly drain the Spider Teacher.
But now, sitting in the middle, the Seniors moved on their own, no, it was the coal the Seniors delivered. Dorothy didn't need to worry about anything. She only needed to fully activate the sparks of inspiration. The rest of the knowledge would move on its own and tell her the answers.
All Dorothy needed to do was digest the results obtained from her inspiration and then relay them to the Seniors.
Hmm, learning is such a simple and happy thing.
So sometimes she was quite confused. How could some people not be able to do such a simple thing? (This girl actually has her own exclusive cheat, a golden finger.)
In short, although Dorothy now felt her pig brain was about to be cooked by the overly scorching sparks of inspiration, it didn't matter. If it was cooked, it was cooked. Just throw a few freezing spells for physical cooling, and it would be fine. Don't be a coward, go all out, increase the intensity, overclock hard. Overclock, as long as it doesn't die from overclocking, overclock it to death.
At this moment, the Little Witch was both pained and happy.
In the past, she was just a tool who had to get up early and stay up late to desperately dig her own coal and generate electricity with love, just to prevent her own thermal power light bulb from going out.
But now, suddenly, a group of experienced miners, who brought their own provisions, their own coal mines, and were incredibly skilled at mining, came directly to her and said, "Boss, we just love the light from your place. From now on, we'll take care of all the coal you need, just so we can bask in your light together."
Who would refuse such a good thing? Anyway, whether one person or a group of people saw this light, she wouldn't lose anything, and she was happy to be idle.
Now she only regretted that her old-fashioned thermal power generator wasn't powerful enough, and that her lamp couldn't transform into a lighthouse. Her consumption couldn't keep up with the speed of the coal delivery.
So, Dorothy transformed again, once more taking on the form of three heads and six arms. However, this time she didn't activate her dragon transformation, nor did she need to fight, so the magic power consumption was very low, even less than the amount sprayed by the fire hose bestowed by the Demon Lord.
With two more heads, as the two thought copies loaded, one light bulb instantly became three light bulbs, and efficiency immediately soared. She could barely use up all the free coal.
Wonderful, wonderful, three coal diggers officially transformed into three small lighthouses. It felt so good.
At present, in the True Sight Eye Club's headquarters, the three-headed, six-armed God of Academia sat cross-legged in the center. Her three heads smiled as she looked at the believers from all directions, beginning to answer their doubts one by one, mercifully and generously sharing this divine wisdom with every believer.
And by the side of the God, the believers found that no matter what difficult problem they posed, it could not stump the great God of Academia. The problems that had troubled them for a long time were so vulnerable before the God's wisdom. The great God could provide them with guidance almost in the blink of an eye.
However, the God did not directly and mindlessly give them the answers, but rather only roughly guided them in the direction they should proceed each time.
The believers were all intelligent people. At first, they were still a little confused, thinking that this was a test from the God, but upon closer thought, they understood.
Why would the great God need to test them, these foolish lambs? This was clearly the God's mercy, the God's painstaking effort.
If the God directly gave them the answers, then over time they would certainly lose their ability to think for themselves, and would only become more dependent on the God's grace, which was clearly something the God did not wish to see.
But now, with the God only providing guidance, this would not happen. The God was teaching them the principle that to master knowledge, one must practice it oneself.
Hmm, what great compassion this is! As expected of you, Senior, you are our eternal God of Academia.
At this, the already fanatical believers looked at the three-headed, six-armed figure eloquently speaking in the center, and the fanaticism in their eyes grew even stronger.
On the other side, after answering the last Senior's question, Dorothybreathed a sigh of relief and retracted her three heads and six arms. For a moment, she felt her head splitting.
"Oh my god, my brain is really overloaded now. There's too much knowledge to digest at once. I can only answer each question with a general title. I hope the Seniors won't mind too much."
Dorothy felt a slight twinge of guilt in her heart. At this moment, she felt like a truly black-hearted capitalist, clearly freeloading off others' carbon, yet only allowing them to see the faintest light through a layer of window paper.
But she really couldn't be blamed for this. The lamp of inspiration was in her mental room, and her comprehension ability was like the window paper on that room. Only knowledge that she understood and thoroughly grasped could turn into light and pass through that window paper. But she clearly didn't have time to digest so much knowledge now, so she could only generally give a little bit of everything for now.
The freeloading Little Witch is feeling guilty...
Tomorrow is story time again. To prevent my laziness from relapsing tomorrow, I'll just stay up tonight and write a chapter. That way, tomorrow will be easy. No matter what, I can't lose my perfect attendance, sob sob sob.