Awesome, I Gradually Understand Everything!

October 9th, Terra Calendar. The 282nd day of the year.

Zhou Yun, wearing the Psykana Cap, stood outside Nama Karl's home.

He focused his energy on his eyes, and the objects before him gradually became transparent.

Through the walls, he could see the situation inside Nama Karl's house.

No one. At least, through X-ray Vision, there was indeed no one.

But there were too many ways to deceive the human eye; what was seen was unreliable.

Zhou Yun closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, alleviating the slight fatigue he felt.

Using X-ray Vision on the entire house was quite draining for him.

Of the three Psykana abilities, X-ray Vision was the one he was least skilled at.

"Did you find anything?" Lena asked, standing beside Zhou Yun.

"On the second floor, in the study on the left, there's a safe."

Zhou Yun opened his eyes and looked at Lena, saying, "The flight path archives we're looking for should be inside."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun took the Ring of Passage from his pocket and placed it on the wall. A tunnel leading into Nama Karl's house appeared.

"Where did you get all these strange gadgets of yours?" Lena asked, looking at the Ring of Passage with some surprise.

Zhou Yun glanced at her, a smile appearing on his lips. "Didn't you claim to be blessed by the Emperor?"

"I don't claim it, I am!" Lena glared at Zhou Yun, her tone firm.

"Then it's a coincidence. I've been blessed by the Machine God," Zhou Yun joked.

"Liar. You've got too much flesh on you; you don't look like you're from the Adeptus Mechanicus at all," Lena retorted.

The two of them crawled into Nama Karl's house through the tunnel created by the Ring of Passage.

Through the dim light from outside the window, they could vaguely make out the house, shrouded in darkness.

It was a standard two-story Upper Hive apartment, with the living room downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs.

Nama Karl had converted one of the bedrooms into a study; this was where Zhou Yun and Lena needed to go.

The first-floor living room was ordinary, tidy, and well-organized. Zhou Yun noticed nothing unusual at first glance.

Only on the left side, against the wall, were there several small tables with neatly arranged paper and pens.

Zhou Yun walked over to the small tables and opened the notebooks on them.

The notebooks were filled with dense mathematical formulas.

But unlike Nama Karl's own notebooks, the formulas in these were relatively simpler.

The most difficult was only definite integrals, a relatively simple topic in university-level calculus.

Zhou Yun, an expired university student, could still barely understand them.

"This is where Mrs. Nama teaches math to the neighborhood children," Lena peeked over, looking at the notebooks on the table with a hint of nostalgia.

The neighborhood children.

During the two days Zhou Yun and Lena had been tracking Nama Karl, they had also seen the children who came to study.

The oldest was no more than eleven or twelve years old, and they were already learning calculus?

Was Mrs. Nama's teaching ability really that good?

Zhou Yun flipped through the other notebooks on the tables.

Although the level wasn't as outrageous, they were generally far ahead of what children their age should be learning.

Moreover, was it necessary for children from the Upper Hive of a Hive City to learn so much?

Zhou Yun frowned, sensing something.

He opened all these notebooks, searching among them.

387,420,489

Zhou Yun saw this sequence of numbers in several notebooks.

Different children, with different handwriting, had recorded this sequence of numbers in different places.

Zhou Yun felt his mind become active, as if he had perceived a pattern in this sequence of numbers.

"Zhou Yun?" Lena patted Zhou Yun's shoulder, interrupting his train of thought.

"Did you discover something?" Lena asked.

Zhou Yun glanced at the numbers in the notebooks and shook his head.

He only had a vague feeling.

Zhou Yun and Lena walked up the stairs to the second floor, cautiously looking around. Once they confirmed no one was present, they entered the study.

The study was more cluttered than the rest of the house, with papers scattered on the floor and the desk, all filled with complex mathematical formulas.

On the desk sat a small safe.

This safe wasn't large; it was smaller than the Ring of Passage, so Zhou Yun couldn't use it to retrieve whatever was inside.

But fortunately, this safe was a fairly ordinary type and not difficult to open.

Zhou Yun looked at Lena.

Lena stepped forward and gently extended her fingers towards the safe.

The air around them suddenly grew a bit colder.

This was a reaction that occurred when psykers channeled their Psykana.

Lena took a deep breath and softly uttered a word, using her voice to aid in channeling her Psykana:

"Lightning!"

Zzzt!

A bolt of lightning shot out, melting the metal casing of the safe and revealing the ship's logbook within.

Watching Lena's performance, Zhou Yun recalled the methods used on the black ships to suppress psykers.

It was very simple to suppress most untrained psykers; all they needed was a gag to cover their mouths.

This was because the vast majority of untrained psykers needed sound to help them channel their Psykana.

Lena was clearly one of them.

Zhou Yun mused that if his partnership with Lena went south and they ended up fighting, he could try directly gagging her.

Lena wasn't aware of Zhou Yun's thoughts. She was simply flipping through the logbook with delight.

"It's a ship's log from over ten thousand years ago! This is it!"

With joy, Lena tucked the logbook into her pocket.

"It actually went this smoothly," Zhou Yun frowned.

It was too smooth, so smooth that Zhou Yun found it increasingly strange.

"You really are... cautious," Lena couldn't help but shake her head and say.

"Didn't we already confirm? Mrs. Nama's only issue was praying to the Emperor a little too infrequently."

As she spoke, Lena and the frowning Zhou Yun walked out of Mrs. Nama's study.

"Even if it was infrequent, Mrs. Nama still went to church to pray devoutly every few days."

"If she was truly corrupted, why would she go to church and pray to the Emperor in front of an Ecclesiarchy priest?"

Listening to Lena's words, Zhou Yun nodded slightly.

Indeed.

Wait, praying at church every few days.

Zhou Yun froze.

The file Augustus Flax had given him stated that Nama Karl's last prayer was seven days ago.

Now, two more days had passed.

Nama Karl's last church prayer was nine days ago.

In four years, Nama Karl had prayed a total of 153 times.

Today was the 282nd day of the year, plus the previous three years.

This meant that in the past 1377 days, Nama Karl had prayed a total of 153 times, once every nine days.

Zhou Yun stood frozen, feeling his mind race faster and faster.

The number nine became clearer and clearer in his mind.

Six thousand five hundred and sixty-one Blood Coins, 6561 is nine to the fourth power. This was Nama Karl's donation to the church, a number representing Tzeentch.

This meant that a small part of that Emperor's church belonged to Tzeentch!

Zhou Yun suddenly understood.

Her going to pray every nine days wasn't a prayer to the Emperor.

She was praying to Tzeentch, to the Changer of Ways!

387,420,489

Zhou Yun recalled that string of numbers, a look of joy appearing in his eyes.

Fantastic! He finally understood everything!

It was so simple. This nine-digit number was nine to the ninth power, the number that most strongly represented the Changer of Ways!

Praise the Changer of Ways!

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