Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 99

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 99

 

 

’Wow, I was somewhat prepared since they used four blackboards and still couldn’t finish the initial solution…’

Even after using up the remaining two blackboards, they hadn’t even reached the middle of the solution.

‘Who could it be.’

That monster-like mathematician who proposed such an absurd hypothesis.

“Aw! I want to take classes in a place like that!”

“Ugh, not me. It’s too big and scary.”

“Girls are really too timid…”

“That’s enough. Say one more word and I’ll dig into your ribs.”

“Come on, let’s not let Mason hear this.”

“Huh? What? W-wait. Joy, you’re too close.”

‘Joy seems to be paying a lot more attention since Mason was kidnapped…’

But the atmosphere is really strange.

Just as everyone was squinting their eyes and looking at Joy with suspicious gazes.

“Kids! Huff huff! K-kids-!”

Thump thump thump thump thump!

The gorilla-like man we saw earlier at the main auditorium door comes running.

“Huff! Gasp! Gasp!”

“Would you like some water?”

“Th-thank you.”

The middle-aged man, Daniel Collo, who gulped down the water Johann handed him in one go, stares at Johann with extremely excited eyes.

“By, by any chance, is it you?”

“What is?”

“The person who continued writing the solution to the problem on the blackboard in the main auditorium!”

‘This is dangerous.’

If he hadn’t already absorbed and accessed ‘The One Who Became a Star’, those dangerous eyes would have been enough to expose his weakness.

“No, it was already all written when I got there.”

“It was already there when you arrived? By, by any chance, did you see who wrote it?”

“I didn’t see.”

“Oh no…”

Daniel is deeply disappointed after seeing Johann’s clear eyes.

“I don’t know why you’re asking, but if you’ve finished your business, may we go now?”

“Ah, sorry about that. That problem is so remarkable that it’s considered one of the world’s 7 greatest mathematical challenges, so I was looking for the person who continued the solution.”

Even if he had written it by looking at a translated version, he would be talented enough to be recruited by a university.

If he had written it from memory, he would be worthy of being called to graduate school, but if he had solved even part of it himself, he would be a precious talent worth collaborating with for life.

“O-one of the world’s 7 greatest mathematical challenges?!”

‘Wow, no wonder!’

I thought it was strange that even ‘The Tragic Genius, William James Sidis’ found it difficult.

William James Sidis had estimated it would take about a week when dedicating 12 hours a day solely to solving it.

“Yes, it’s such a tremendous problem. That’s right. I’m Daniel Collo, a professor in the physics department at Caltech. Your name is Johann, right? I read the California Evening well. Anyway, thank you. Ha, where should I go to find them?”

Leaving behind the flustered Daniel Collo, Johann hurriedly left the area.

That’s when it happened.

Poke!

“Ugh?!”

Startled, he turned his head to see the children squinting their eyes as they looked at him.

“You solved it, didn’t you?”

Eyes full of certainty since they had watched Johann write.

Johann also nodded his head obediently.

“Yeah. It seemed solvable. Wouldn’t it take about ten days to solve completely?”

“Wow…”

“Really crazy.”

“You really are a robot!”

A terminator from the future.

Flash’s eyes gleamed as he glared at his friends.

“Anyone who blabs gets the death penalty. Got it?”

You protect your friend’s secrets.

That’s what friends do.

“Of course!”

“If anyone betrays us! I’ll beat them up!”

Johann smiled at the sight of his reliable friends and fell into thought.

‘The world’s 7 greatest mathematical challenges…’

A concept that didn’t exist during the time he was alive.

If there was something similar, it would be the 23 unsolved problems that German mathematician Hilbert presented in France in 1900 for the development of 20th-century mathematics.

‘You’re saying there are six more such problems?’

‘The Tragic Genius, William James Sidis’ would be extremely pleased to learn about this.

‘It would be fun to solve them.’

Johann thought so too.

 

* * *

 

“Phew…”

Professor Daniel Collo rubs his face.

For the past few days, he had inquired about accessing CCTV, but Fairmont School maintained their absolute refusal.

It’s not that Daniel couldn’t understand Fairmont School’s position.

“They’re probably trying to respect the student’s freedom.”

The school strives to provide as many diverse opportunities as possible for students’ futures and absolutely never forces a single future path.

It’s a motto that most private schools have.

‘If it were a public school, they would have actively searched…’

Public schools that are desperate for good university admissions.

On the other hand, high-level private schools like Fairmont School consider getting into good universities as basic.

Therefore, Daniel’s behavior as a physics professor urgently trying to find a specific student could lead to complaints from Fairmont School or parents.

“Can’t be helped.”

Although he was a precious talent worth recruiting to the California Institute of Technology’s physics department, Professor Daniel Collo had no choice but to give up. Just as he was clicking his tongue and placing his hands on the computer keyboard.

Knock knock knock!

“Professor.”

“Come in.”

The door opens and a graduate student in his early thirties with dark circles extending down to his cheeks enters.

“What’s that?”

“It came for you, Professor.”

The graduate student struggles to carry in a heavy box and sets it down on the sofa table.

Even if he wanted to put it on Daniel Collo’s desk, it was already piled high with various papers.

“Th-then I’ll be going.”

Worried that Daniel Collo might give him work to do, the graduate student hurriedly disappeared, and Daniel Collo ignored it while looking at the computer, then soon clicked his tongue and stood up.

Even when he tried to concentrate, he couldn’t focus well because he was too regretful about the Fairmont School matter.

“Sidis?”

A mysterious package with only the sender’s name “Sidis” written on it.

‘Where have I heard that before…’

A quite familiar name.

Since there are no idiots who would terrorize a physics professor, he boldly opens the box and becomes puzzled again.

‘A bundle of papers?’

No, it looks like research papers.

An intuition he could feel from having lived reading papers for decades.

“There was still a professor with such romance…”

Requests for paper verification through written correspondence, which were common before the internet developed.

The letter on top also says so.

 

This is part of Grandfather’s inheritance. Please use it for the sake of our time.

 

“It must be papers from someone who passed away.”

With momentarily sad eyes, he picks up one bundle of papers.

 

Reflections on the Second Law of Thermodynamics.

 

The Second Law of Thermodynamics that explains the direction of energy flow.

Since countless hypotheses have already been proposed and proven for this law, it’s not particularly appealing subject matter.

Still, since someone made the effort to send it, he casually flipped through the papers to review it.

But that was only for a moment.

Rustle! Rustle rustle rustle!

His body leaning forward and his hands rapidly flipping through the bundle of papers.

After flipping through to the last page, he picks up the next bundle with trembling hands.

 

Reflections on Black Holes.

 

Black holes.

A subject that heated up the scientific community from the moment its possibility was suggested.

Rustle! Rustle!

“Ha!”

Now I understand.

Who wrote these papers.

“That Sidis had a child?!”

The tragic genius, the forgotten dreamer William Sidis.

A pitiful genius who foresaw the existence of black holes before the official academic world but died without publishing it, and who would have been superior to Albert Einstein if intelligence tests had been available at the time.

These are the records he left behind.

Research records of someone who published papers and books anonymously because he feared and disliked media and public attention.

Proofs and proposed hypotheses.

“There was a hypothesis that the posthumous records found in his house were only part of what he researched…”

That hypothesis was correct.

“My goodness!”

These were treasures of the scientific world.

 

* * *

 

The forgotten dreamer, he was a true genius!

Media! Do you remember William Sidis whom you killed!

Professor Collo of Caltech will use it for our time as the family wished!

Everything of William Sidis is donated to academia!

 

William Sidis’s inheritance that shook not just America but the world.

When the news was announced, countless scientists from around the world flocked to California Institute of Technology, and the school was already in chaos with researchers who arrived first.

Johann puts down the newspaper in Larry’s ownerless office and makes a regretful expression.

‘Sidis didn’t even announce topics that the media would react excessively to.’

He didn’t publish topics that would make the media go crazy even anonymously, and only released things he considered appropriate by his standards to the world.

But even those were lost over time.

So he sent those as well to Professor Daniel Collo.

To get William Sidis’s Achievement recognized.

He was confident that Daniel Collo, whom he accessed through the library, wouldn’t steal it for himself.

“I can send the rest gradually.”

What he sent to Daniel Collo was only part of what William Sidis researched.

Sidis, who from when he quit university and went into hiding until the moment he died, continuously created and proved countless hypotheses in one corner of his mind.

Among them were things comparable to the seven major mathematical problems, and many things needed in modern times.

Johann accesses a community site.

 

…CalNer, Sidis Scholarship Foundation established!

└Out of nowhere? This smells fishy…

└CalNer, isn’t that the place?

└Is it my delusion that Sidis’s family sent amazing things that weren’t sent to Professor Collo to CalNer?

└It probably isn’t a delusion…

└What on earth did they send to contribute 30 million dollars?

└Whatever it is, it’s probably beyond our imagination.

└I guarantee it. Soon a new paradigm will be presented in aerospace!

 

“It seems Mr. CalNer also kept his promise…”

Johann had asked that instead of using Sidis’s knowledge sent by delivery, they use part of the profits for young children who dream of becoming scientists.

It was fortunate.

“Now, let me finish the proof of the Poincaré conjecture…”

Ring! Riiing!

“Yes, Andrew.”

A call from Team Leader Andrew Pearson.

-Peter has arrived.

“I’ll come down right away!”

Johann closed the notebook he had spread out and quickly went downstairs.

 

“…”

The conference room where singing had echoed until just moments ago, now fallen into silence.

Bruno Mars looks anxiously at Larry and Andrew Pearson’s mouths.

“…Whew!”

Larry’s short laugh filled with disbelief.

Andrew Pearson twists his lips.

“What kind of love have you been experiencing all this time, Peter?”

Clench!

‘Got it!’

He passed.

Bruno Mars, who had been composing and writing lyrics for countless songs since entering the music industry while gradually preparing their own album.

The reason wasn’t anything special.

They couldn’t find a singer to perform the songs they created.

Rather than that, they prepared an album thinking they would sing themselves.

That album was completed and they came for internal evaluation, and even Andrew Pearson, who had been through all three major American record labels, gave them a passing grade.

Now there’s one person left.

The eyes of Bruno Mars’ team, Larry, and Andrew Pearson turn toward Johann.

“It’ll be hard to hang out with Gene now.”p>

Even busking together.

Even working and playing until late at night.

Thump!

“Do, really? Do you really think so?”

An even bigger wave than before resonates through Bruno Mars’ chest.

Originally, he thought he might complete his album around next year.

It wasn’t clearly decided, just a rough estimate.

But meeting the miraculous genius Johann Jefferson early this year changed his thinking.

The desperation pouring out from an 11-year-old child.

The songs Johann created made his inspiration explode like crazy.

It changed his mindset.

A terrible thirst burned his throat.

He wanted to surpass that young genius.

He wanted to be more successful than that genius.

As he whipped himself like that, before he knew it, 12 songs were completed.

But that young genius who had lit the fire in him was now praising his songs.

Bruno Mars’ lips trembled upward with overwhelming emotion.

“If you’re going to see us from now on, make sure to make a reservation first, Little Jefferson!”

“…I was going to take album jacket photos for you, but I guess that won’t work.”

“Huh?”

“Well, I’ll be going now. Congratulations again, Gene.”

“W-wait!”

Johann turns around playfully and sighs.

‘I can’t just casually go to Gene’s studio anymore.’

‘Eagles, Joseph Fiddler Walsh’ says.

‘Rock and Roll Architect, Richard Wayne Penniman’ also says.

Welcome to the throne of Billboard.

Bruno Mars’ studio, which will often be without its owners from now on, will be difficult to access due to security company contracts.

The studio where so much was accomplished.

Johann felt very regretful about that.

 

* * *

 

Bel Air, LA’s representative affluent neighborhood.

A Woman in Her 40s sitting on the bedroom sofa frowns while looking at various pamphlets.

“Hmm, which one would be good…”

Click!

“Phew, refreshing. What, you’re still looking at that?”

In their upper-class circles, it’s a natural formula to send female students to Marlborough School and male students to Harvard-Westlake.

So the woman’s face scrunches up at her husband’s nonchalant attitude as he shakes the water from his hair, as if wondering what there is to worry about.

“Am I the only one who cares about our children’s education?”

Startled!

“Ahem. Is something wrong?”

“The rumors about those places lately aren’t good.”

Take Marlborough School that was just mentioned.

Rumors that a student was sexually harassed are secretly circulating among the mothers.

“…Are they crazy.”

What makes a school prestigious is its history and quality of education, but the husband thinks the level of students attending is more important.

How many upper-class children attend – that was the husband’s standard for what makes a prestigious school.

‘A student was sexually harassed at such a prestigious school?’

“Being called prestigious for so long must have made them lose their minds.”

“Right. They can’t keep up with the changing times.”

As times change, the values people pursue are gradually changing. If they’re just intoxicated by past history, they can only regress.

In fact, names that seemed eternal were already crumbling one by one.

The real estate market was a prime example. After the Lehman Brothers crisis, didn’t the market that was considered invincible collapse?

Internet platforms were also forming new powers.

Instagram, which squeezed through the gaps of Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace that seemed solid, was gradually replacing existing platforms through fierce competition.

Quick Food changed the paradigm of delivery, and Sidis’s shocking paper shook the entire scientific community.

The world was changing rapidly and fundamentally.

“I don’t know how the times, how the world will change in the future. That’s why…”

“The stuffy teaching methods of historically deep prestigious schools could be poison?”

“Of course I know there’s a lot you can gain from a prestigious school diploma.”

The biggest thing among them is connections.

Graduates of prestigious schools who have established themselves throughout society.

Because of them, life’s already low hurdles become even lower, and success is within reach.

“But…”

“We should prepare.”

For a future where we don’t know what storms might come.

“Not just me, but all the mothers are thinking that way.”

“I understand what you mean. Hmm…”

Hearing it put that way, it’s quite a serious matter.

“But if that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to attend information sessions?”

“That’s why I’m looking at this.”

“Ah.”

The stuffiness the husband just mentioned.

She’s trying to exclude schools that stick to the same or stuffy designs as last year.

It was quite reasonable behavior.

The husband, nodding his head, also begins examining the pamphlets.

Then…

“Oh, how about here?”

Stylish photos that look like they could be from a fashion magazine, as if taken by a professional photographer.

If you saw it without knowing it was a pamphlet, you’d mistake it for a photo shoot.

“…My goodness, what happened to Fairmont?”

Fairmont School, one of Orange County’s top prestigious schools.

The woman stared intently at the school name Fairmont High School.

 

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