High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 363 - 32: The Principle of Forbidden Curse_1

Intricately interwoven, the incessant vibrations of a multitude of lines in the air created a dizzying, strange spectacle above the classroom during the curse class.

Many students couldn’t withstand the immense mental pressure and consequently bowed their heads, using tranquility meditation to relieve their minds.

Professor Yao quickly noticed this.

Chewing on his pipe, he swung his arm forcefully, drawing open the curtains on both sides of the classroom.

The golden midday sunlight passed through transparent glass windows, landing amid the students’ desks, dispelling the darkness in the classroom and scattering the pale blue light, which quickly dissipated in the air.

A courageous little elf came swooping down from the blackboard and perched atop the professor’s head. With a flutter of its wings, it gathered the pile of smoke previously spewed by Professor Yao into a ball and stuffed it into a small gray pot.

The professor lifted his eyelids with an exaggeratedly raised eyebrow, looking at the little elf on his head.

In the end, he decided not to wave her away.

"Ahem!" He put away his pipe, gazed sternly around the classroom and tapped on the blackboard behind him: "Listen up, look at the blackboard...what we’re going to talk about now is the key part of this lecture... Of course, the previous content is also very important."

A ripple of light-hearted laughter rang out in the classroom.

Whether it was because they found the professor’s contradictory statement amusing or because they found the little elf concentrating on gathering smoke on his head funny, no one knew.

"Dimensionism believes that dimensions can be measured," he said.

A blue light point appeared on the blackboard.

Repeating its previous historical performance in the dark, it flickered and moved, leaving a long and thin track.

Except that this time, each of its displacements was accompanied by a formula as footnote, with the related concepts and examples marked on the blackboard.

"Linear, nonlinear, probabilistic, distributive, entangled, oscillating, and so on... In the eyes of Dimensionism, dimensions, or rather, the real world, can be measured."

"The thin line you’re seeing might seem endless and without length. This is an illusion... What you are seeing is the enlarged structure during my lecture. Strictly speaking, this thin line is 1.616x10^-35m long."

"This value was established by the Grand Wizard Planck in 1900, hence it’s called Planck’s length... what are you dazed for? Write it down quickly, this will be on the final exam!"

Seeing a few boys in the back row of the classroom gawking at the blackboard, Old Yao immediately tapped on the blackboard and scolded in a drawn-out tone: "Don’t just remember what’s on the blackboard, you need to remember everything I say during the lecture!...Student Banner? Why aren’t you taking notes?"

The orange cat raised its head, gave the professor a dumbfounded look, and then quickly turned its head to look at the young scholarship student.

"Report to the professor... his hand hurts..." Zheng Qing, sweating profusely, finally came up with an excuse no one believed and reluctantly explained: "He didn’t wear the silk gloves while doing the experiments yesterday, so..."

"So you’re taking notes for him?" Professor Yao squinted his eyes and harrumphed.

Zheng Qing shrank his neck and mumbled a yes.

Several people in the classroom, driven by curiosity, turned their heads to size up the round and chubby orange creature. Even the most oblivious person could sense something was off.

But since the professor didn’t point it out directly, others didn’t confront it directly either.

They just let out a few meaningful laughs and threw a few playful glances.

Old Yao didn’t waste too much time on the question of the fat man’s notes. Instead, he continued to speak leisurely: "...As for the essence of magic...In the eyes of Dimensionism, magic is simply the manifestation of changes between dimensions...Either descending from higher dimensions to lower ones, or ascending from lower dimensions to higher ones."

Saying this, he drew another blue dot in mid-air.

This blue light point repeatedly transformed from a point to a line, then to a plane, expanded into three dimensions, extended to six dimensions, constantly varying and changing, until finally, it shattered into a cloud of blue mist.

The unsettling pitch-black flashes were still intermittently appearing at the breakage points of the dimension lines.

Blue filaments spread to every corner of the room. The orange cat in front of Zheng Qing seemed very interested in them, and repeatedly stretched out its paw, attempting to toy with those blue strands.

This irritated the young scholarship student greatly. Annoyed, he had to repeatedly reach out, grabbing the cat by the nape of its neck, or pulling its tail, to deter its impulses and remind the creature that it was no longer simply a cat.

"Pay attention, here comes the important part!" Professor Yao hit the blackboard hard, reminding all the restless young wizards below. Raising his voice slightly, he emphasized each word:

"Generally, when the dimensional lines move from higher dimensions to lower ones, they release a large amount of energy; when the dimensional lines rise from lower dimensions to higher ones, they absorb a lot of energy."

"Dimensionists believe that the spells cast by wizards are realized through the energy fluctuations generated by these dimensional leaps."

Zheng Qing immediately gave up trying to stop the orange cat’s reckless behavior, grabbed the brush in his hand and began to take notes quickly.

Even the slowest person could understand what the professor just said.

Without exaggeration, those words just now were the truth of the wizard’s world.

Professor Yao did not slow down at all after discussing an important concept. On the contrary, he spoke even faster afterwards:

"...As for the ’origin’ of the world, Dimensionists believe that, just like ’Tao’, the ’origin’ is indescribable, it’s an extremely large collection, an extremely high dimension that is indescribable."

"But Professor, you just mentioned the Dimensionist methodology, and said that dimensions can be measured." A skeptical inquiry suddenly resounded in the classroom.

It was Liu Feifei. Zheng Qing didn’t have to look up to recognize that delicate voice.

"Very astute!" Old Yao openly praised, "Indeed, you are our top student!... What if it is too large to describe? The Dimensionists thought of a way -- convergence."

"Limit." He turned and wrote a flourish symbol on the blackboard, then explained:

"By converging, the characteristics of the ’origin’ could be emphasized, allowing wizards to interpret it more easily... When the ’origin’ converges to a point that it can be interpreted, into an array, or a spell, wizards are horrified to find that they have opened Pandora’s box."

At this point, the professor paused, seemingly considering his wording. Everyone held their pens, quietly waiting for the next words from the professor. The classroom was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

"Forbidden Curse." Xiao Xiao murmured.

Despite his whisper was very low, it was strikingly out of place in the dead quiet classroom.

Professor Yao didn’t show any dissatisfaction, instead, he squinted his eyes and gave an approving smile, "Yes... Exactly. That’s the origin of the Forbidden Curses... When the ’origin’ converges to a degree that can be expressed in magic, it becomes a Forbidden Curse."

"This is also why Dimensionism has become the most powerful philosophical faction in the past century... They proved with Forbidden Curses how close they are to the ’origin’, shattered the supreme glory of the gods with Forbidden Curses, and broke the world that the traditional wizards have relied on since the Middle Ages with Forbidden Curses."

"Before the birth of the Forbidden Curses, the most powerful magic spell by the wizards belonged to the ’Five Fireball Faction’. The wizards back then believed that there was no guardian that five fireballs couldn’t break, and no obstacle that five fireballs couldn’t shatter... Of course, this is an exaggeration. Real Five Fireball wizards did not just throw five fireballs."

"After the birth of the Forbidden Curses, the wizard’s slogan became ’There is no world that one Forbidden Curse can’t destroy, and if it doesn’t destroy, that means the convergence of the Forbidden Curse is not precise enough’."