"When it's wrong?" Vice Dean An stared at Lin Shen in astonishment, unable to understand what he meant.
Lin Shen naturally had his own plans. Since he could not master normal techniques and could only master incorrect ones, then he would practice this conjecture as though it were wrong.
If he could master it, that would mean the conjecture itself was wrong. A wrong conjecture that could be mastered was a BUG. A BUG lay outside normal judgment; no matter how powerful Vice Dean An's computing power was, he could not withstand an erroneous technique.
If Lin Shen could not master it, that would prove the conjecture was correct. Since it had already been proven correct, could he not rely on this conjecture to become Emperor-level directly?
Of course, it was Vice Dean An who had said proving this conjecture could make one an Emperor. It was not guaranteed to work.
Lin Shen guessed that his way of proving it might not allow him to become Emperor-level, because the proof Vice Dean An spoke of required a process of personal experience and verification. That was different from Lin Shen directly obtaining the answer.
So Lin Shen hoped this conjecture was wrong. As long as it was wrong, he could master it, then use the erroneous technique to win this wager.
Other than this method, Lin Shen had no chance whatsoever of defeating Vice Dean An.
"You'll know soon enough. First tell me, what exactly does this conjecture mean?" Lin Shen asked, pointing at it.
Even Vice Dean An, who possessed half a brain-computer, thought differently from ordinary people, and was never easily startled by anything, now looked at Lin Shen strangely.
"Dean, do you know what you're doing?" Vice Dean An looked at Lin Shen as though he were looking