"Oh?"
"What about the Paradox Weapon?"
The elderly man smiled happily, the wrinkles on his face bunching together. "Luo Bao, this weapon of yours sounds incredibly powerful!"
The little boy in overalls raised his head. "Of course! The birth of this technology... I think it's enough to help us deal with our enemies!"
The elderly man's smile stiffened for a moment before he smiled again. "A Paradox Weapon is the kind of weapon that can interfere with the natural causality, right?"
"Mm-hm!"
The little boy named Luo Bao nodded, the grease stains on his face gleaming under the sunlight.
"Grandpa."
"A paradox is when a single proposition or line of reasoning contains two opposing conclusions. It can produce result A, and it can also produce result B. It isn't bound by the limitations of logic, yet both are reasonable. 'Paradox' means conflict—results that contradict each other, yet can still appear in an unbelievable way!"
The elderly man smiled, his eyes filled with deep affection.
He reached out and ruffled his grandson's curly hair.
"You can conceive of a weapon like this."
"Little Luo Bao, you have great ambition."
"If you had been born twenty years earlier, our enemies would surely have fled in terror."
The little boy tilted his head. "Grandpa, you don't believe in my invention?"
The old man smiled. "How could that be? I believe whatever Luo Bao says."
The little boy puffed out his cheeks, turned around, and stomped away.
He crawled into a low house, climbed down through the sewers, and ran to his secret laboratory. He took a few things, then stomped back again.
Then, with both little fists clenched, he faced his grandfather and opened one of them. Inside was a tiny bright-red tomato.
"Grandpa, eat it."
The old man froze, then chuckled and