Math Is Magic Chapter 21: CHAPTER 21: Up To One Million
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{ TWO MONTHS LATER... } The day after finding the Mathematics book, Mirac, calmer and more composed, had allowed himself some time to think more clearly about what he had discovered. Among the various hypotheses that had crossed his mind, one stood out as particularly curious: what if this Dave Arangot, considering the four hundred years that had passed, was actually a native of this "fantasy" world? Perhaps, after dying here, he had reincarnated in the "normal" world, lived a new life, and then become Vector's father. As fascinating as it was, that theory had been immediately dismissed. On further reflection, Mirac realized it couldn't be possible. After all, how could Dave Arangot introduce advanced mathematical knowledge belonging to the "normal" world without having lived there first? The logic didn't hold, so Mirac had to discard that hypothesis as well. It was then that another possibility had crossed his mind: what if, in reality, Dave Arangot had died in the “fantasy” world, reincarnated in the “normal” world, and after dying again, returned to his supposed original world—the “fantasy” one—bringing with him the mathematical knowledge he had acquired in his second life? A double reincarnation might explain some discrepancies, but the idea didn't entirely convince him. After all, this series of hypotheses would have been plausible only if the timelines of the two worlds were misaligned or of a different nature. Alternatively, if reincarnation in the “fantasy” world always occurred with a lag of several years into the past compared to the “normal” world. Such an explanation could have justified the 400-year difference between Vector’s reincarnation and that of his alleged “father.” However, since this did not happen to Vector, the possibilities narrowed: either his father had indeed reincarnated into the past for a very specific reason, or reincarnation into the past was the result of a random selection mechanism involving all reincarnated individuals. Yet, even accepting these hypotheses as true, a fundamental unanswered question remained: why would his “father” have kept exactly the same name in every incarnation? Furthermore, even now, Mirac couldn’t shake the thought that the matter might not actually concern his “father” at all: in fact, what if it hadn’t been “Dave Arangot” who had reincarnated into the past, but Mirac himself who had done so into the “future”? Indeed, he couldn’t dismiss the idea that he had been the one to reincarnate into the “fantasy” world years after his own death, rather than his “father” years before his murder. However, if that were truly the case, what explanation could there be for this supposed delay in his reincarnation? Who or what was lurking behind this whole mysterious affair, manipulating reincarnations at will? In the end, unable to reach a satisfactory explanation, Mirac decided to postpone any further investigation until he was older. Only then, free to act independently and equipped with concrete means to search for answers, would he address the matter. For now, dwelling on these theories seemed to him like a waste of time and energy. But setting that aside, Mirac had learned many other things! His historical and geographical knowledge of the Kingdom of Ardorya had begun to sprout in his mind. Not surprisingly, he loved spending whole hours studying the history of the kingdoms, past and present alliances, and daydreaming about unexplored lands. Although there were, of course, still many gaps in his knowledge, he felt he had laid a solid foundation for his future learning. The "Negotiation" lessons, on the other hand, were slowly teaching him the subtle art of formal language, granting him the elegance and cunning expected of a prince. However, mastering this art required constant and demanding practice. Exercises based on formal phrases and simulated dialogues had helped him improve his control of words and develop a touch of refinement in his expression. While he still felt so