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"Compared to such beings, what are humans, or even the Trisolaran civilization...?"
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Doraemon World
In the open space, everyone looked at Nobita, who was at a loss, with a gaze that was a mixture of awe and respect, as if he were a stranger.
"Nobita...was he this amazing since birth?"
Fat Hu and Xiao Fu muttered to themselves.
They finally realized just how powerful the person they had been bullying was.
They weren't just bullying a classmate, they were... provoking the gods.
Thinking of this, they trembled with fear and didn't dare to breathe.
"Born to be a god..."
"I...I traveled back in time from the 22nd century, bringing with me so many props..."
"Could it be...could it be that I didn't come here to 'help' him...?"
"I'm here... to 'keep him company'?"
"To accompany a lonely god to experience his imperfect childhood as a 'human being' that he longs for?"
Looking at Nobita, Doraemon, for the first time, had a completely new understanding of his mission, which was also closest to the truth.
"Eh?"
Nobita, who was being watched by everyone, pointed at the screen and then at his own head, his face filled with a more profound sense of bewilderment and innocence than anyone else present.
"I...I don't know! All I know is that I always get zero on my math tests..."
"Am I... really that amazing?"
He touched the back of his head, completely baffled.
However, as time goes by, the knowledge that emerges in one's mind becomes increasingly profound, and even a genius like Nobita needs to expend more time and energy to understand and absorb it.
From Newton's laws of motion to relativity, and then to string theory and multidimensional universe models, the waves of knowledge surged one after another. He seemed to stand at the center of an ever-expanding cognitive universe, watching helplessly as the boundaries of reality were repeatedly torn apart, revealing a more magnificent and colder truth behind them.
[In order to absorb and digest this profound and unfathomable knowledge, and to prevent this overwhelming and incomprehensible knowledge from overwhelming my brain.]
He had to provide an absolutely tranquil external environment for his mind, which was operating at faster-than-light speed. Any superfluous sensory input, any unnecessary emotional fluctuation, could be the final straw that broke the camel's back for the precision instrument.
Nobita has to spend far more time sleeping than the average person does every day, while minimizing any unnecessary physical or mental labor.
For him, slumber was not a period of rest, but rather another arduous battle—a struggle within the spiritual dimension against newly emerging, turbulent knowledge, taming and encoding it, ultimately imprinting it deep within his soul, transforming it into a part of his own power.
Therefore, I adopted the principle of avoiding all activities of my peers if possible, and minimizing physical activity if necessary; as for studying and exams, I would get them all wrong.
He clumsily imitated the real "clumsy kids" around him, deliberately falling down on the soccer field, deliberately dozing off in class, deliberately letting the teacher's chalk hit him precisely on the forehead. All this pretense was to protect the universe that was burning fiercely within his skull.
In reality, getting all the answers right and getting all the answers wrong are exactly the same difficulty for Nobita—it's neither difficult at all!
For his brain, capable of calculating the trajectories of galaxies, the computational effort required to correctly answer all the elementary math problems and precisely avoid all the correct answers while choosing the most logically absurd options was negligible.
The only difference is that getting everything right will bring a lot of trouble, such as being selected for outstanding student speeches, competitions, and international exchanges—a series of activities that will consume more of their valuable time; while getting everything wrong will only result in a few scoldings from teachers and parents, without any other trouble.
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He endured his mother's sighs and his father's anger, the disappointed looks of his teachers and the ridicule of his classmates. These insignificant emotional wounds were as light as a feather compared to the universe of knowledge in his mind that could explode at any moment.
Because his time is extremely precious, his brain is constantly operating at overclocked speed. He can barely maintain this balance for now, but once his rate of absorbing knowledge can't keep up with the rate at which it appears, his brain will overclock and go out of control, ultimately leading to brain death!
That will not be a peaceful disappearance, but a supernova explosion of thought. His consciousness will be completely overwhelmed and torn apart in an instant by an endless torrent of information, turning into the purest increase in entropy in the universe, leaving not even the slightest trace of its existence.
"I see...."
"Because there is so much knowledge in his brain, to the point that we can't even understand string theory and multidimensional cosmology models! That's why it has placed such a huge burden on his brain!"
"He is neither lazy nor stupid! He is fighting! He is fighting in his own spiritual world against the ever-emerging truths that are enough to burst the universe!"
"He deliberately got the questions wrong, and he spent so much time sleeping every day, just to avoid unnecessary trouble, and to give his brain, which was always working overtime, a little bit of precious breathing time!"
"My God! For him, getting a perfect score or a zero is the same difficulty, both are insignificant!"
"The reason he chose to get zero was simply because being 'excellent' would bring more trouble, while being 'bad' would only bring a few harmless scoldings and nothing else!"
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He silently endured everyone's misunderstanding and ridicule, just to protect the universe of knowledge burning brightly in his mind, a universe that could explode out of control at any moment...
"What loneliness, and what greatness!"
"This is the true demeanor of a 'god'!"
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Ling Cage World
Lighthouse, command center.
As they watched the description of Nobita's inner struggle on the screen, Mark, Morgan, Jingnan, and the others fell into a long silence.
They finally understood why that boy was so ordinary.
"Is this... Nobita's reason for hiding himself?"
Mark said softly, his tone filled with shock and a hint of empathy.
"It's not for pretense, nor for playing around with life..."
"It's because the knowledge and power in his brain have become so overwhelming that he can't handle it anymore."
“He’s not playing the role of a ‘stupid kid’; he’s doing everything he can to maintain his existence as a ‘human being’.”
"A supernova explosion of thought... Consciousness was completely overwhelmed and torn apart by an endless torrent of information..."
Science Officer Jingnan murmured the description, her voice trembling.
She couldn't imagine what kind of dangerous, life-or-death "war" was being waged every day in that boy's small body.
"It turns out that what he was bearing was the weight of the truth of the entire universe."
"The dangers he faces every day are even greater than those we at the lighthouse face regarding the mana ecosystem."
"Once you fail, the outcome is utter nothingness, leaving no trace whatsoever."
Commander Morgan's eyes became incredibly complex, filled with admiration, sympathy, and a deep awe of that higher level of struggle for survival.
Compared to Nobita, their struggle for survival might be considered a kind of happiness.
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Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf World
In the Wolfsburg laboratory.
Grey Wolf stared wide-eyed at the description on the sky, his patched hat trembling slightly with excitement.
He didn't focus on Nobita's pain and struggle, but instead, from the perspective of an inventor, saw the endless treasure that lay behind it.
"So that's it..."
"So this is ah!"
"This Nobita... possesses such a vast and profound knowledge of the universe..."
"And it possesses such a powerful brain that it can calculate the trajectory of galaxies..."
He paced excitedly back and forth in the laboratory, the wrench in his hand creaking under his grip.
"If... if he used that brain of his to invent things..."
"He doesn't need that robot called Doraemon at all!"
"He himself is the most powerful 'god of invention'!"
Grey Wolf's eyes gleamed with a fanatical light, as if he could already see countless powerful inventions being born before his eyes.
"Hmph...this Nobita..."
"If he were willing to spare even a little effort, he could probably create inventions that rival those of me, the Great King Grey Wolf!"
He stared at the screen, his eyes filled with an intense longing for that supreme wisdom and a hint of... professional envy.
Nobita, number 50, can predict the future without any inventions using his brain!
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Doraemon World
The open space was deathly silent.
Fat Hu, Suneo, Shizuka, and Nobita's teacher who rushed over upon hearing the news all stared blankly at the sky, then looked at Nobita, who was at a loss. Their faces were filled with indescribable shock and guilt.
"...So that's how it is..."
"I...I've been misunderstanding him all along..."
The teacher's lips were trembling.
He remembered the countless times he had scolded Nobita for getting zero on tests, and the times he had hit him with chalk for sleeping in class.
He always thought he was educating a hopeless student, but he never imagined that what he was doing was just adding some insignificant, yet incredibly hurtful, burden to a god who was bearing the weight of the universe all by himself.
"What...what have we all done...?"
“He fights against such a terrible thing every day…and we…we’re still…still laughing at him, bullying him…”
For the first time, tears of regret streamed down the faces of Fatty Hu and Xiao Fu.
They finally understood that Nobita wasn't refusing to fight back, nor was he unable to defeat them.
He simply didn't have the "time" or the "energy" to deal with their childish, dust-like provocations.
"Nobita... he's always... had such a hard time..."
Shizuka's eyes also reddened, and her heart was filled with deep heartache.
She finally understood where that deep weariness and loneliness, which occasionally flashed in the boy's eyes and was not of his age, came from.
"So... the truth behind Nobita sleeping all day and getting zero on every test... is this!"