Mathematical Bliss (Thirty-Five)
Should he go left or right?
They say that when there's no evidence or logic to support you, you should always trust your gut.
And without a doubt, his gut was telling him to go left.
Before long, Fu Qian was standing at a fork in the path.
To his right was the long flight of stairs he'd seen earlier, its design as classic as could be.
It was straight and long, with an incline of over seventy degrees. Even standing at the bottom, he couldn't see where it ended.
In the opposite direction was the last bliss-filling station he'd seen.
It hadn't operated once during the time it had taken him to get here, as if it were quietly waiting for him.
At the same time, his urge to go over there was skyrocketing as he drew closer.
The question was, what was over there?
There wasn't even a path up, much like the platform he'd come down from earlier.
The unusual sheen on its surface came from countless thin tubes that looked like strands of hair.
They spiraled upward to the filling head, while their lower ends plunged deep into the tower's base, as if there were a massive storage tank inside—and there was a massive storage tank inside.
Though he clearly had no ability to see through things, his "intuition" came through for him once again.
As Fu Qian gazed at the strange layers of patterns on the surface, he seemed to see a series of structures like glands within.
The liquid flowing inside was the essence of this place, Chemical Bliss Original Pulp.
A single sip of that would be something else.
Though, to be honest, it did bring bliss. Knowing the truth wasn't always a happy thing.
With that thought, Fu Qian