yasinovel Chapter 4254 Light Disaster
Chapter 4254 Light Disaster
Chapter 4254 Light Disaster
After I, the artist, stated the "test content," the rabbit girl immediately felt the shackles on her body disappear.
She seems to be able to speak.
"Please ask me a question that I can answer myself, but you can't?" A hint of doubt flashed in the rabbit girl's eyes. "Isn't that simple?"
"Simple?" I didn't say anything, I just stared calmly at the rabbit girl.
Under the gaze of "my other self," the rabbit girl confidently asked, "Under the current rules, what exactly is the 'question that will allow me to win' that I'm about to ask you?"
The rabbit girl's question not only startled the artist inside the venue, but also stunned Ingres outside.
Is it even allowed to ask that question?
The rabbit girl seemed a little smug, raising her chin with an expression that said, "I've figured out the problem."
But I only paused for a second before gently shaking my head and slowly saying in an ethereal voice, "This question is wrong."
What's wrong?
Just when the rabbit girl thought the other party was going to cheat, a faint red light suddenly appeared at the top of the Art Layer.
The moment the red light flashed, the rabbit girl suddenly felt a strange pressure on her heart.
My legs felt a little weak.
It felt like I had suddenly gone from flat land to a plateau, and every part of my body felt burdened.
However, this burden was not particularly severe; at least, under the red light, she could still move normally.
"This is the price," Artistic Self whispered.
"You can't ask an unlimited number of questions, just like the number of floors in the Tower of Babel. You can only ask a maximum of seven questions. Every time you ask the wrong question, the calamity of the lamp will worsen."
“I know you’re probably wondering what ‘light disaster’ means right now.”
“I advise you not to speak, because the test has already begun. If you ask, this question will also be counted as one of the seven questions.”
The rabbit girl looked astonished and speechless.
Because she had just subconsciously asked what "light disaster" was. If she had asked, wouldn't the failure progress have gone from 1/7 to 2/7?
"Next, you'd better think carefully about your questions before asking them."
"No, you should listen to the rules I'm about to explain before asking questions."
Rabbit Girl: "..."
So, just now, I, the artist, only stated the content of the test, but I haven't stated the rules yet?
The Artistic Self looked at the rabbit girl and nodded gently: "I know what you're thinking. Yes, I haven't finished explaining the rules yet."
Rabbit Girl: "!!!"
Seeing the rabbit girl's indignant expression, she said calmly, "I wasn't trying to trick you, you were just too impatient. So, my true form is an impatient person after all?"
The rabbit girl looked puzzled: Don't you know my personality?
She didn't ask any questions, afraid of taking up her question quota, but since the other party was so good at "reading minds," they should be able to guess what she wanted to ask.
The artist's eyes flickered. "You are me, and I am you, that's true. But our subjective personalities are different."
"However, even if there are differences in subjective personality, in my memory you shouldn't be such an impatient person."
"So, your impatience is due to some external factor?"
She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Is it time? Are you short of time right now?"
The rabbit girl remained silent.
The Artistic Self: "It seems I guessed right. Since you're in a hurry, I won't keep you any longer. I'll tell you the rules you want to know first."
Under the rabbit girl's direct gaze, Artistic Self calmly explained the rules of "My Arena".
Or rather, restrictions.
All levels of my ring follow one core question: ask a question that you can answer, but your opponent cannot.
However, this test question has limitations.
"The questions asked at each level must be strictly limited to the 'domain' that level represents."
“For example, this first floor where I am is called the Art Floor.” She pointed to the various artworks in the model city. “Then your question must be about art—whether it’s painting, music, sculpture, or theater, it’s all included here.”
“Furthermore,” she emphasized, “your questions must be objective, verifiable knowledge and techniques in the field of art, not your personal, private feelings or preferences.”
“For example,” I, the artist, casually offered, “you could ask, ‘Which types of gold pigment were most commonly used in the robes of the Virgin Mary in Byzantine mosaics?’ This is objective, verifiable knowledge.”
"But you can't ask, 'Do you think this image of the Virgin Mary is beautiful?' That's a meaningless subjective thought. Because I am you, I share all your subjective feelings and have the same judgment."
"Therefore, in questions based on subjective feelings, the referee will directly declare me the winner."
As I spoke about art, I noticed a hint of doubt in the rabbit girl's eyes. She said calmly, "I know you're probably wondering why I suddenly brought up 'referee'."
"I don't know who the referee is. But I can tell you that he is a mirror."
The rabbit girl immediately understood.
It's probably the person in the mirror outside.
"As the central hub of 'my arena,' the referee knows a lot. Many questions don't even need my answer; the referee will make the ruling directly."
Just now, the rabbit girl suddenly asked a somewhat philosophical question.
Using the power of thought that I possess, I will interrogate my artistic self.
The referee considered this a foul.
Since no questions were raised related to "art" or objective knowledge, the question was ruled a failure.
"The punishment for failure is a 'light disaster'."
I don't know much about what a "light disaster" actually is, but she knows the consequences of it.
The rabbit girl can ask a maximum of seven questions, and each time a question "fails," the progress of the Light Disaster increases.
When all seven questions are answered incorrectly, a light disaster will occur.
At that time, the red light will be as thick as blood, exerting full pressure on the rabbit girl. Not to mention the heavy weight on her organs, even the slightest movement could cause her body to melt and her mind to collapse.
"So I suggest you either defeat me, or admit defeat and leave before the light disaster breaks out."
“But I possess all your artistic knowledge, and you cannot defeat me, so choose to leave... at least by leaving, you can survive.”
After Artistic Self finished explaining all the rules in a light and casual tone, Rabbit Girl received the first text message notification after the trial began.
"Light Disaster Outbreak Progress: 1/7"
Sure enough, the question she asked casually had already been added to the progress sequence of the disaster relief efforts.
The rabbit girl was speechless, but since things had come to this, she could only accept it.
My Artistic Self: "If you don't intend to leave, then you can start asking questions now..."
After finishing my art, I immediately shifted to a more comfortable reclining position, leaning against the model city.
The rabbit girl didn't immediately start asking questions. Instead, she retreated to a lower level and began to sense the rabbit doll at her waist... She didn't dare to speak right now, but fortunately, Nightmare Illusion could achieve mental communication.
"You should have heard about the rules of this test, right?"
Angell: "I heard you. This is a challenge that tests one's understanding."
The rabbit girl nodded.
Yes, this test appears to be a one-on-one questioning session.
But in reality, it tests the challenger's comprehension.
After all, the other party knew all of the rabbit girl's knowledge related to art... She couldn't just make up some random knowledge, because the question clearly stipulated that "the rabbit girl herself must know the answer" in order to ask the question.
If you don't know the answer and just make up a question, the judge will declare you the loser.
In this near-unsolvable situation, the only way for ordinary challengers to break the deadlock is to make a breakthrough on the spot and create new knowledge.
Simply put, it means relying on exceptional insight to integrate one's artistic knowledge and elevate static accumulation into dynamic creation.
In this way, new knowledge that conforms to artistic norms can be created.
Because only this kind of "new artistic knowledge" does not exist in the knowledge base of my artistic self.
After hearing the rules, the rabbit girl immediately grasped the essence of the challenge; for her personally, this "on-the-spot breakthrough" was both difficult and easy.
The reason it's "not difficult" is that she doesn't have much artistic talent.
Even though "My Arena" forcibly uses her artistic qualities as raw material to create an "artistic self," compared to a true art master, this artistic self still lacks depth. Even someone with a modicum of artistic cultivation could easily defeat this artistic self.
In other words, precisely because her artistic foundation is so shallow, even the slightest improvement seems like a "breakthrough".
It's like adding new lines to a blank sheet of paper with only a few strokes, which is much easier than finding something new to innovate in a masterpiece.
For her, as long as she integrates her scattered past artistic experiences, there is a high chance that she can put together a new knowledge point that is still unfamiliar to her "artistic self".
Just as there are situations that are "not difficult," there are also situations that are "difficult."
This "My Arena" has seven levels. Who can guarantee that the later levels won't happen to clash with her area of expertise?
For example, she is very good at combat theory.
The more proficient and skilled one is, the more solid the frontier becomes, and the more difficult it is to break through.
In this situation, making a breakthrough on the spot becomes extremely difficult.
After careful consideration, the rabbit girl finally decided to abandon the possibility of forcing her way through and instead sought help from Angell.
Yes, this seemingly unsolvable situation due to "absolute homogeneity" actually has a "backdoor" that is ignored by the rules.
That is: seeking help from outside the arena.
All the knowledge I possess in art comes from the rabbit girl.
Therefore, the rabbit girl's confrontation with the artistic self is like two water slimes fighting each other, both of whom are immune to damage.
However, if the Water Slime is facing a Fire Slime, the outcome will be different.
Angel is this "fire slime" that can spew flames.
His knowledge base is completely different from that of the rabbit girl; he knows things that the rabbit girl may not know.
This provides a way to break the deadlock.
Moreover, it can break through ten thousand defenses with a single breakthrough!
Because whether it's the level of art or any other level, this method can easily break through them.
Thinking of this, the rabbit girl's anxiety eased slightly.
"...Our trials should really be switched." The rabbit girl didn't know how many times she had said this, but she genuinely believed it.
If Angell were to participate in this "My Arena," even if the arena were to be replicated with countless "Angel slices," he could still use his God-like perspective to easily find anyone in the Dream Crystal Plains and break the deadlock.
If I were to go it myself, besides trying to break the deadlock normally, I would have to ask Angel for help.
A normal solution... is not impossible, but it would definitely take more than an hour.
Therefore, the bunny girl had no other choice but to seek help.
……
Angell was well aware that it would be the easiest way for him to break the deadlock.
However, he was now a little hesitant about what the rabbit girl should ask.
After thinking for a moment, he transmitted his thoughts to the rabbit girl: "Do you know Master Meghev?"
The rabbit girl shook her head: "Who is he?"
Ingres: "He was a famous music master from my hometown, the Golden Sparrow Empire, who lived in Waterford and composed many musical pieces..."
Angell began to give a general account of Medev's situation.
"...You can ask me, the artist, what are the Ocean Suites created by Maestro Megev?"
The rabbit girl didn't know Meger at first, but after hearing Angel's story, she had a general idea of what was going on.
Without hesitation, she walked directly to Art Self and asked, "My question is, what are the Ocean Suites composed by Vermeer Megev?"
Art stunned me.
Just as the rabbit girl had predicted, the "artistic self" was a slice of the "old self," and she was unaware of the "new self" knowledge that Ingres was talking about.
The Artistic Self paused for a moment, then gently shook its head: "I don't know. But I don't agree with this question. In our understanding, this Vermer Megev doesn't exist."
The rabbit girl frowned slightly.
I disagree with this issue because she is unaware that her knowledge has been updated.
The bunny girl can understand.
But if she still doesn't agree, does that mean I've failed in this problem?
Do we really have to integrate existing knowledge to achieve a breakthrough through sudden enlightenment?
She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Master Megev, who was born in Watford, composed a suite of four pieces titled 'The Light of the Tower of Enlightenment Reflects the Stars,' 'Whales Soaring in the Clear Sky,' 'The Lame Merchant of Vichy Harbor,' and 'Winter Road, Song of the Submerged Fish.'"
After she finished speaking, she paused for a moment, trying to see how Art Me would react.
But the other person's expression remained confused.
Just as her heart sank, the red light enveloping the entire layer of art suddenly receded like a tide, replaced by a soft, pale green glow that represented safety.
The rabbit girl's body, which had been somewhat heavy, suddenly relaxed.
The Artistic Self stared blankly at the changing colors of the light above, a look of almost "human" confusion appearing on her face for the first time. She turned to the Rabbit Girl: "The light disaster is over... The judge ruled that you passed. What you just said was true?"
"But I really don't have any of this knowledge in my memory..."
She stared at the rabbit girl and asked the question that had puzzled her the most: "You...you really didn't make up this knowledge?"