The outside world was a chaotic mess, while the Blank Land remained as quiet and peaceful as ever.
Zheng Qing sat cross-legged in the open space, one hand propping up his head while the other drew circles on the ground. As he drew, he silently pondered, his expression remarkably calm:
I am a Forbidden Curse.
So I will explode on my own.
Hmm, is that why I exploded? It sounds like a pretty reasonable explanation... my ass!
After drawing several circles, the young publicly funded student finally lost his patience. He jumped to his feet and shouted, "Sir, you should come up with a more reasonable explanation... How did I become a Forbidden Curse? I have a birth certificate... I celebrate my birthday every year... My blood is red, I get sick, and medicine cures me... You know all that!"
He was somewhat incoherent, but his central point was very clear.
He was a person, not a spell.
Mr. Wu picked up a peanut. Rather than immediately answering the boy's question, he asked, "What is a Forbidden Curse?"
"A Forbidden Curse is..." Zheng Qing had only said four words before realizing how little he knew about Forbidden Curses. The scant understanding he possessed came from the broad principles Old Yao had explained while teaching The Philosophy of Magic.
But that did not stop him from repeating those vague explanations to Mr. Wu: "...A Forbidden Curse turns the concept of the 'world' into magic through 'convergence'... When dimensional strings move from higher dimensions to lower ones, they release enormous amounts of energy; when they move from lower dimensions to higher ones, they absorb enormous amounts of energy... The 'world' is a very, very vast set... To describe the world, you need to simplify that set through convergence... In other words, a