Sae-min’s message was simple.
If people recognized my value in reality before I made the revealing video, they would support whatever I said without a second thought.
When an unrealistic event happens once, everyone is busy denying it, but the logic is that when it happens twice or three times in a row, everyone eventually adapts.
What caught Sae-min’s eye were my proof formulas.
He emphasized the need to break it down into steps.
First, I would showcase accomplishments that were extraordinary for my age to the public.
Second, by doing so, I would also get a heads-up effect for those who don’t follow internet broadcasts.
“At the end, ta-da, it turns out I was seven years old. What do you think of this scenario?”
It sounded utterly ridiculous. Why do people love peek-a-boo games so much?
“I can’t do it.”
“Why? Why not?”
“Because this isn’t something I proved myself… It’s just a sort of translation.”
Before the issue of means arose, this was a matter of my morals and conscience.
Most of the math I knew, especially in number theory, was just concepts I learned from my mentor.
The concepts and notation used in that world were completely different from those here, so I merely translated them appropriately for reality.
Except for the Broca’s problem, I couldn’t even piece together other things.
It was merely the act of moving a completed puzzle aside.
I couldn’t use her passionate knowledge gained through hard work just to walk an easier path.
In gamer terms, this is cheating, map hacks.
It’s the tempting fruit given to one who has only just accidentally experienced both worlds.
“Then why not just put me down as a co-author?”
“Co-author?”
You want me to write the non-existent name ‘Maria Euphrasia Terarubi’ as the first author?
Well, Sae-min didn’t know the fact that I was a reincarnator.
“She’s not in this world anymore.”
“Oh really…? She passed away… But doesn’t that make it even better?”
“Wow… Your ethical sense is truly something.”
“No, that’s not what I mean! It’s a good opportunity to spread her name widely. Don’t you think?”
“Do you think submitting a paper is that easy? There are always author reviews to start with…”
“So what? It’s going on V-tube, so let’s think about that when the time comes.”
Sae-min responded nonchalantly.
Isn’t this person who is going to be a doctor doing questionable things with a smirk?
“Isn’t that just theft?”
But it wasn’t a matter of whether it succeeds or fails.
I lacked the qualifications to prove it.
The curiosity when I received the puzzle, the anticipation when I poured it on the floor, the passion during the assembly, and the sense of accomplishment when I completed it.
Maria, my mentor, possessed every element, and I was merely copying her.
Her passion for knowledge made me incredibly envious; I wished to emulate her concentration in delving deeply into one thing.
I read every book she wrote, no, every notebook she used.
Yet, I could not become like her.
I could never match her genius.
“Why? Did you copy everything without missing a single bit of that knowledge? You need to understand to translate, right?”
“It wouldn’t be exactly the same.”
“I’m saying this because I’m not very knowledgeable about math, so forgive me if it sounds strange. But Na-me, think about this. Have you ever heard the phrase ‘Stand on the shoulders of giants’?”
“I understand the meaning.”
To achieve greater accomplishments by riding on the achievements of those who have already accomplished something in the field.
“Human advancement didn’t start from zero. When someone invents the wheel, another thinks of adding an axle, a steering wheel, and making an engine. A high school teacher once told me that over 90% of Einstein’s theory of relativity was derived from external theories. Even the greatest genius scientist of the 20th century hardly took a single step further.”
“Is that so…?”
“Yes! That one step! Na-me, didn’t you have difficulties while translating this?”
None, really.
When I learned that the Ostankin factor corresponded to Kähler differential in this world, I spent several days struggling to study étale morphisms and étale cohomology.
“Going back, the phrase ‘Stand on the shoulders of giants’ doesn’t mean to steal others’ knowledge. Rather, achieving better results based on it is a way to respect their experience and accomplishments. Do you understand my point?”
What in the world is math anyway?
Mathematicians were all lunatics even in my past life.
While others gained wealth and honor through magic, they would continuously scribble with ink while using glasses with one side broken, repaired with tape.
They were people who dedicated themselves to exploring unknown realms and expanding them. Their houses became increasingly smaller, and their wives’ nagging became more frequent, but the mathematicians in the magic tower didn’t care and burned their passion.
Once, I had that much passion for magic as well.
The thrill that comes when an irrational phenomenon is incorporated into common sense.
At some point, that passion became so diluted that I couldn’t find a trace of it.
Magic has long become a means rather than an end.
Can I ever regain that passion?
“Sae-min, then I’ll do this.”
To rise on the shoulders of giants, it’s only right to show corresponding accomplishments.
With this opportunity, I decided to surpass my past self.
While I failed to prove it in my past life, perhaps I could manage it with the power of modern mathematics now?
“Do you know about the strong Goldbach conjecture?”
“No? I don’t know. But I’ve heard of the name Goldbach. Oh, you just called me oppa-”
“Within three days, if I can prove Goldbach’s conjecture by my own strength, I’ll reveal the other six proofs just the same.”
This is proof about myself.
If I can’t do even this alone, then the other six proofs would be nothing but a copy of Maria’s ideas.
Was I confident? Absolutely.
I covered my mouth with a spontaneously forming smile.
“Even if you don’t want to know, you’ll find out soon enough. Once you start solving those seven proofs, your eyes will hurt, so better rest beforehand.”
Right. I need to make Sae-min type. Seo Maru would surely be busy editing.
Spending long hours looking at the screen wasn’t child-friendly.
“Seven? What? Are you saying there are seven proofs?”
*
The first wave of a tsunami is always calm.
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NoName’s V-tube, which usually uploads two to three videos a week, suddenly exploded with reservation videos.
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[#1 ABC conjecture and Brocard’s problem] – New!
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[#1 ABC conjecture and Brocard’s problem]
(View count 3.2K / 1 day ago)
– ???
– The video was uploaded incorrectly!
– Huh, it’s NoName’s voice though?
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– W… what the heck…
– They must have changed the private room layout, it looks way better now.
The black screen that boldly appeared between the screaming videos on NoName’s V-tube channel was enough to draw people’s attention.
Typically, there’s a common phrase like “Sorry” among V-tubers, but that wasn’t the case for NoName.
The black was not just a background; rather, it was a kind of blackboard, and as the camera zoomed out, NoName appeared holding white chalk from the edge of the screen.
“I’ll begin the proof for ABC conjecture and Brocard’s problem. Conjecture 1.”
“Is it okay to just post it like this?”
“Yes, there’s no need to edit separately, just upload everything in full. And I’ll upload the last video; I want to feel something.”
Although Seo Maru, the V-tube editor, had some questions halfway through, Na-me responded with a confident voice.
Na-me was able to prepare all seven proofs as she boasted.
Even the progress made on the ABC conjecture itself took a long time to shoot a proof video.
Worried about her stamina, Professor Cheon advised that she only include the most essential content in the videos.
In the end, Na-me decided to compromise at an appropriate level, reluctantly moving on to write the last proof.
“With this, I’ll conclude the proof. Thanks to Maria Euphrasia Terarubi and Korea University’s Professor Cheon Kyu-jin for their help.”
The shutter of the camera filming Na-me closes.
Professor Cheon, who had taken out several tissues, wiped Na-me’s nose.
The thin tissue was stained red with blood dripping from her nose.
[Cast: Tissue Regeneration]
“Honestly, it’ll stop on its own without magic. You’re being too extra.”
Na-me stuffed the tissue into her nose.
Watching her, Professor Cheon’s expression was one of mixed emotions.
“Would it be impolite to ask you to not upload the video anymore?”
“I understand your concerns, Professor Cheon.”
Na-me had spent an entire week away from the academy, focused solely on the proof.
Due to her unexcused absence, the academy had been trying to get in touch with her continuously.
They worried she might be sick, or even though she was in lower grades, possibly involved in school bullying, and teachers had lined up with concerns, but each time, Na-me reassured them that she was fine.
“There will be more changes than you think. Some will want your shining talent, while others will envy it. I wished for Na-me to lead a normal life.”
“Normal life…”
“Eating breakfast, heading to school and work, sharing stories about the day when returning, discussing generalized theories when bored, and I can’t help but feel anxious about whether these precious days can continue. Perhaps the phrase ‘long journey’ might be appropriate?”
“Needles in a pocket?”
“I suddenly think of this as a fate that geniuses cannot avoid. Those who are exceptionally talented end up revealing themselves to the world eventually. I hope you remember that it’s not always a good thing, Na-me. If I say more, it might sound like nagging, right?”
“Good timing to cut off, Professor Cheon.”
Na-me raised her thumb in approval.
Seeing this, Professor Cheon chuckled and patted Na-me’s head.
“Ha ha ha. Didn’t you say there’s a competition starting tomorrow? Even if you worked this hard, winning is a must or else it would all be for nothing!”
“Of course! Until now, I just hadn’t shown my real strength! Did you know? A new capsule I ordered is arriving today. The one I’ve been using is too slow in response… It should be arriving now.”
Ding-dong-
“Looks like the installation technician has arrived.”
“Alright, work hard. I’m cheering for you.”
“It’s a bit embarrassing to be watched by someone. If I don’t pass the competition, I’ll blame you, Professor Cheon.”
“Then I must cheer even harder! Ha ha.”
Sitting alone in the center of the empty room, Na-me gazed at the whiteboard filled with her proofs.
While filming the video, there were certainly areas that could have been better.
It wasn’t possible to write down everything, so she tried to show only the core elements of each theorem and proposition.
Still, she erased and rewrote the board several times, and it was stained with black ink all over.
Na-me decided to lie down on the carpeted floor for a moment to rest her eyes.
[#7 Strong Goldbach conjecture (1742)]
[Q.E.D.
Corollary 18.9. Every even number greater than 2 can be expressed as the sum of two prime numbers.]
Even with her eyes closed, the scenes she had written down vividly replayed in her mind.
Gradually, the corners of Na-me’s mouth started to lift a little.
Now, Na-me understood.
“2 plus 2 is 4.
3 plus 3 is 6.
3 plus 5 is 8.
3 plus 7 is 10…”
Why her mentor hummed numbers every time she climbed the stairs in the magic tower.
“7 plus 23 is 30… Am I going crazy now too, or have I already gone crazy like my mentor?”
The one-eyed village story, the incompleteness theorem.
As she shook off all the thoughts that popped up in a stream of consciousness, Na-me’s eyes slowly closed.
The computer, which had been in sleep mode, started blinking, signaling that the video uploads had been completed.
[Playlists]
[Proof]
[#1 ABC conjecture and Brocard’s problem (1876)] – 4 days ago
[#2 Erdős–Straus conjecture (1948)] – 3 days ago
[#3 Weaire–Phelan structure optimization (1993)] – 2 days ago
[#4 Collatz conjecture bound further to n^0.737 (1937)] – 2 days ago
[#5 Moving sofa problem upper bound improvement (1966)] – 1 day ago
[#6 Twin prime conjecture (1849)] – 18 hours ago
[#7 Strong Goldbach conjecture (1742)] – 1 minute ago
Na-me had proposed an answer to a problem that had remained unresolved for over 300 years.
The verification of this would be up to the public.
