"...A line is one-dinsional, a plane composed of countless lines is two-dinsional, and the space we inhabit is a three-dinsional world made up of length, width, and height."
In the classroom of Magic Science, Prince Colin's voice was gentle and clear, his warm smile like the rising sun on a snowy field, captivating everyone's gaze.
Behind him, a coordinate axis made up of Light Elents was slowly rotating, visually presenting the unfamiliar concept of "dinsion" to the students present.
It turns out, people who are too handso shouldn't be ntors, even if only as a guest.
After all, the majority of eyes were focused on his face, rather than the blackboard behind him.
Nevertheless, Luo Yan didn't mind.
His expectations were set low from the beginning.
Even if only ten percent of the Magic Apprentices absorbed his theories, it would be sufficient for the inheritance of knowledge.
"...So I want to ask you all, does our world have a fourth dinsion? And if so, what would it be like?"
This intriguing question plunged everyone below into deep thought, with whispers spreading through the lecture hall.
"Could it be ti?"
"No... I don't think it's ti. Ti is sothing I can clearly sense; I even know where it cos from and where it goes. However, a two-dinsional line segnt theoretically can never touch a coordinate system it doesn't belong to. Rember the concept Prince Colin ntioned when discussing algebra?"
"I disagree with you. Being able to clearly sense sothing shouldn't be the benchmark for asuring objective things..."
Amidst the whispers, the light of reasoning shone more brightly than ever. In this hall, known as the epito of knowledge on Aus Continent, such a scene was exceedingly rare, only occasionally witnessed when a few unorthodox scholars led their students to think similarly.
Most ntors unconsciously taught two different things — to seize opportunities quickly and ruthlessly like a monkey, and to shrink back and feign death like a turtle when responsibility needed to be shouldered.
It's not only the young apprentices who were subconsciously influenced, but also several assistants and ntors sitting in the back, listening with rapt attention.
They instinctively linked this concept to their ongoing research on the "Void," their eyes gleaming with a light of exploration, from which they've indeed gained considerable insights.
If it was half a year ago, they probably wouldn't have cared about Prince Colin's casual words, but now things are different.
Following the major research advancents in the 440th and 178th Void Realms, Colin Tower has almost beco the benchmark in the field of Void research. They even respectfully call the prince a "Void ntor," which isn't excessive at all.
Even though the High Tower harbors filth below, with rules as strict as the castles of Rhode Kingdom, where the strong act recklessly like in a prival jungle, the principle of the best being the teacher still exists here.
Among the assistants and ntors with burning eyes of curiosity, sitting in the corner, Professor Hector was furrowed in contemplative thought.
Prince Colin's dinsion theory was indeed eye-opening, but what surprised him more was the prince's apparent improvent in the mastery of Magic Power.
Only soone like him at the Platinum Level could perceive such subtle changes, as the particles of light floating behind Colin felt like part of his body, as naturally as breathing.
It's well-known that spiritual power is one of the important attributes to asure a mage's strength.
This attribute is reflected on a large scale by a mage's total Magic Power and, on a microscopic scale, by detailed mastery of magic.
For instance, even though both have Black Iron-level Fireball Technique, a Black Iron-level magic apprentice summons a fireball that's constantly flickering and unstable, uncertain where it will hit, while a Fine Steel-level assistant summons a fireball that's stable, lasting longer, and hitting a target accurately hundreds of ters away.
Professor Hector tried clenching his right hand hidden under the table, suddenly a tiny Fire Elent Spirit appeared in his palm, circling his wrist.
He attempted to mimic Prince Colin's control over the Light Elent, but was startled to find he couldn't reach the sa level as the prince!
"Strange..." He muttered, his stubbornness rising, trying repeatedly with focus, but still unsuccessful.
Recognizing the fundantal disparity in spiritual power between them, Hector finally acquiesced, snapping his fingers and dispersing the light at his fingertips.
"Forget it... Maybe this fellow had so kind of serendipity."
People who love to get stuck in a ntal rut often find themselves in another, and he couldn't help but ponder what Colin's serendipity might be.
He always felt aside from the set thodology in Void research, the prince hadn't done anything else particularly notable?
Could it be...
Teaching apprentices could actually enhance one's strength?
Hector was startled by his own discovery and the more he thought about it... perhaps it wasn't entirely impossible?!
After all, he'd never seen the prince spend ti in the ditation Room, dedicating most of his ti to the laboratory and classroom.
He's been to the laboratory himself but the classroom... he hasn't really visited it recently.
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