Mathematical Bliss (Eight)
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. It was a virtue.
For Fu Qian, the more he felt he was beginning to understand the intoxicating appeal of the Realm of Ultimate Bliss, the clearer it became that figuring out how to handle his current situation was a real technical challenge.
In all fairness, what lay before him still seemed like a decent opportunity.
Whether he helped Keke or accepted Brother Tough Guy's help, either option was clearly a chance to integrate into this place efficiently.
He could even compare how things changed over time to see how effective the insights this group of lucky people had gleaned over countless years really were, and use that as a reference for completing his mission.
On the way here, Keke had briefly mentioned that there was no particular pattern to who entered the Realm of Ultimate Bliss. People had gathered here from every era, and some could hardly be called virtuous. It seemed they had simply been lucky.
Of course, after arriving here, everyone had already laid down their blades and attained enlightenment. Now they were simply seeking a higher level of transcendence.
Unfortunately, although Fu Qian agreed with their assessment and understood their pursuit, he wasn't particularly convinced by the methods they used.
It wasn't that he looked down on their intelligence. In fact, it was precisely because he respected it that he had come to this conclusion.
Even from this brief encounter, it was clear that the people of this city had become fanatical. They tried every possible method, going to any lengths, and had even created the spectacle of a City of Sin.
It was a challenge to the imagination, but at its core, it was the answer reached through countless years of contemplation and insight—the