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Join the ServerThe west side of the Royal Capital was originally a quiet workshop district.
But at this moment, it was even more bustling than the city’s central square.
Hundreds, even thousands of mages had gathered outside Henry’s inconspicuous laboratory, completely blocking the entire street.
The mages of the city guard formed a line, struggling to maintain order, but the expressions on their faces were the same as the surrounding onlookers—filled with shock and disbelief.
“Make way! Make way! The Magic Association is here!”
Samuel, leading a team of high-circle mages, pushed his way through the crowd, panting.
He looked up at the laboratory. The glass in the second-floor windows was completely shattered, and the walls still bore the blackened marks of a magical impact.
“What happened?” Samuel grabbed the nearest mage and asked.
The mage was still in a daze, his eyes staring blankly, muttering to himself, “A miracle… I saw a miracle…”
“Snap out of it!” Samuel slapped a refreshing spell on his face.
The mage jolted and finally came to his senses, but the fanaticism on his face had not diminished in the slightest.
“President! It’s the tracks! I saw the tracks!” He grabbed Samuel’s arm, his words incoherent with excitement.
“Just now, a bright light erupted from Master Henry’s laboratory, and then… then we saw it! In that glass box, a white trajectory appeared out of thin air, and then… then it forked!”
“Forked?” Samuel’s heart sank.
“Yes! A V-shape! A perfect V-shape!” The mage excitedly gestured in the air with his hands. “It was like… like one bullet hitting another! Heavens! Light… light is really made of particles!”
The surrounding crowd instantly exploded.
“I saw it too! That V-shape was incredibly clear!”
“Where are those wave camp people? Let them come out and explain! Can a wave collide and form a V-shape?”
“Long live Master Henry! The particle theory is the truth!”
Samuel felt his head buzzing.
He knew something major had happened.
This debate about the fundamental nature of matter had evolved from a purely academic discussion into a battle of faith, bordering on religious fanaticism.
And this V-shaped track was the “holy miracle” of the particle camp.
He struggled through the crowd and rushed into the laboratory.
The lab was in a complete mess.
Various instruments were overturned, and flasks and test tubes were shattered all over the floor.
The acrid smell of ozone and alcohol filled the air.
Henry was sitting slumped in the middle of the ruins. His mage robe was burnt and tattered, his hair was a mess like a chicken coop, and his face was streaked with black and white.
But he didn’t care about any of that.
His eyes were fixed on the intact glass container in the center of the room—the cloud chamber.
The transparent glass box had survived the epic energy impact unscathed, only its surface was covered with a thin layer of frost.
Through the glass, Samuel could clearly see the “V”-shaped track that made his heart race. It hung suspended in the center of the cloud chamber, like an eternal imprint.
At the core of the cloud chamber, on a photosensitive plate secured by a magical lock, was a clear “V” shaped pattern.
It was the moment he had captured with all his might just now.
The moment that was enough to subvert the entire system of optics.
“Henry…” Samuel walked over, his voice a little dry.
Henry slowly raised his head. When he saw it was Samuel, he grinned, a smile that was uglier than crying.
“President… I succeeded.” His voice was hoarse, filled with the exhaustion of surviving a disaster and an unparalleled excitement. “Professor Lia… she was right.”
“She was always right.”
Samuel looked at the plate, at that simple and powerful “V” shape.
***
“Extra! Extra!”
“Emergency supplement from the ‘Journal of Truth’! Compton scattering phenomenon successfully observed! Photon collision tracks revealed for the first time!”
The next morning, countless owl messengers flew over the skies of the Royal Capital like bombers, scattering the earthquake-inducing newspaper into every corner of the city.
The front-page headline was the photo of the “V”-shaped track on the plate.
Beside it was an experimental report personally written by Henry, detailing the entire experimental process and data analysis.
The entire Royal Capital instantly boiled over.
The mages of the wave camp held the newspaper, their hands trembling like sieves.
“Impossible… This must be a forgery!”
“An illusion! This is definitely an illusion created by the particle camp!”
“A V-shape? Are you kidding me? The energy of a wave is diffuse, how could it be concentrated at one point to cause a collision?”
But their doubts seemed weak and powerless.
Because along with the newspaper, a magic recording crystal from Henry’s laboratory was also distributed.
The footage, though blurry, was clear enough to have recorded the entire process of the “V”-shaped track’s birth.
The evidence was ironclad.
Victor, who had been so triumphant just before, locked himself in his meditation room after seeing the photo, refusing to see anyone.
It was said that someone heard him repeatedly muttering, “What is a wave, after all?”
And in the Royal Academy of Sciences, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.
A dead silence filled Master Laurent’s office.
The Ninth Circle authority on optics was staring deadly at the copy of the “Journal of Truth” on his desk.
His hands were trembling violently, his knuckles white.
Standing opposite him were several senior academicians of the Academy. They were all staunch supporters of Laurent and faithful believers in the wave theory.
“President, this… could this be a trick by Henry and his group?”
An old man with a goatee spoke cautiously. “They’ve always been against us.”
“A trick?” Laurent shot his head up, his murky eyes filled with bloodshot veins. “You tell me, what kind of illusion can deceive the eyes of half the mages in the kingdom? What kind of method can forge such a clear particle track?”
His voice was sharp with anger.
“And, look at this experimental report!” He slammed the newspaper on the table. “The data! This damned data—the angle of the recoiling electron, it perfectly matches that… that Lia girl’s formula!”
No one in the office dared to speak.
They were all experts in the field of optics; of course, they could understand the report.
It was precisely because they understood that they felt despair.
That V-shaped track was like the sharpest dagger, accurately plunged into the heart of the wave theory.
“President, then… what about tomorrow’s seminar…” the goatee-ed old man asked hesitantly.
Laurent slumped back into his chair as if all his strength had been drained.
The seminar.
The Hongmen Banquet he had carefully prepared for Klein and Lia.
He had originally planned to use his perfect “Aether Wind” experiment at the meeting to completely crush those heresies and re-establish his authority.
But now, it had all become a joke.
In the face of the ironclad fact that “photons can play billiards,” if he were to talk about “ripples in the aether,” he would only look like a clown.
“President, why don’t we… postpone the seminar?” another vice-president suggested. “The momentum is too strong right now. We shouldn’t confront them head-on.”
“Postpone?” Laurent sneered, a hint of madness in his eyes. “No. The seminar will be held as scheduled!”
“But President…”
“No buts!” Laurent slammed the table and stood up again, his stooped back seeming somewhat straight at this moment.
“Do they think a single V-shaped track can defeat me? Can overthrow the entire system of classical optics?”
His gaze swept over everyone present.
“Too naive!”
“Particles? Fine, I’ll tentatively admit that light has particle properties. But how do they explain interference? How do they explain diffraction?
Do two photons annihilate when they collide? How does one photon pass through two slits at the same time and interfere with itself?”
“They can’t answer a single one of these questions!”
Laurent walked to the window and looked out at the gray sky.
“They think they’ve won, but they also have no ability to explain why light has wave properties!”
“Tomorrow, at the seminar, I will make them admit with their own mouths that their theory is incomplete, that it is self-contradictory!”
“I will make them, in front of the entire universe, fall into the logical hell of their own making!”
His voice echoed in the empty office, filled with an almost pathological excitement.
The academicians present looked at each other, a trace of fear in their eyes.
They knew that this old man had gambled everything.
He was going to use his lifelong reputation and authority to make one last stand against the new era called “quantum.”
Even if it meant mutual destruction.
***
Klein’s Mage Tower.
Lia yawned and woke up from the soft, large bed.
Sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, leaving a golden band of light on the floor.
Klein was no longer beside her.
On the bedside table was a glass of warm milk and a neatly folded copy of the “Journal of Truth.”
Lia picked up the newspaper. The V-shaped pattern on the front page made her smile.
“Quite efficient.”
She took a sip of milk and slowly got up to wash.
When she went downstairs, dressed, Klein was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
He was wearing a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and was cracking an egg into a frying pan.
The sunlight on his focused profile was incredibly soft.
“Awake?” he asked without turning his head.
“Mmm.” Lia walked over and hugged his waist from behind, pressing her face against his broad back. “I saw the paper. It made quite a stir.”
“Bigger than expected,” Klein said, flipping the egg in the pan. “Samuel just sent a communication. He said he received thirty-seven resignation letters overnight, all from old professors of the wave camp.”
“Their mental fortitude is too weak,” Lia commented.
“What about Laurent?”
“He didn’t resign,” Klein turned off the heat and slid the sunny-side-up egg onto a plate. “Not only did he not resign, he added an item to the seminar’s agenda.”
“What agenda?”
Klein turned around, held her chin, and leaned down to kiss her.
The kiss was light, with the freshness of the morning and a hint of butter.
“He has requested that you publicly explain your ‘views on the nature of light’ at the meeting.”
Lia was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.
“Well then, I hope he… can handle it.”
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