[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 219

When I tied a string around Grandfather’s wrist, he made a face like, “What is this?”

“Grandfather, you have to keep this on while I’m here!”

“What is this supposed to be?”

“It’s like a lucky charm.”

The tension with Hongmun still hasn’t been resolved. If Grandfather suddenly shows up behind me in this situation, it’s going to be really awkward for him because of me.

“I don’t like superstitions.”

“Just for a little while.”

“Hmm.”

After a brief moment of thought, Grandfather reluctantly nodded.

The recognition-hindering talisman I received from my master. It’s an item that alters or erases perception itself.

Out of all the items I have, this talisman might be the most powerful, even more so than something like the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

I even tested it on viewers, and they seemed confused, as if their memories had been erased through the broadcast.

It’s more than just hindering—it’s more like altering reality.

“Are you using that to look at stars?”

I asked Grandfather, who kept fiddling with his wrist, and he nodded.

The telescope looked like a mortar.

“That’s just a hobby. For actual observations, I mainly use optical telescopes.”

“Oh? Where’s that?”

“You must’ve seen the huge dome-shaped building when you came in.”

“Yeah, I saw it.”

“This shelter itself is the telescope.”

“Ah…”

The massive shelter attached to the building is a telescope? It’s beyond imagination in scale.

“Sit here and take a look.”

I sat down on the chair and looked up, and a new world unfolded before me.

“You can see the Milky Way even without the telescope.”

No wonder this place was built where people rarely go. Through the hole in the ceiling, the beautiful night sky was visible.

“In Greek mythology, Hercules, born from infidelity, was secretly brought to Hera to drink her milk while she slept. Hercules’ strength was so great that Hera woke up. The spilled milk became the Milky Way.”

“Wow. Our PT teacher’s storytelling skills are no joke.”

Grandfather’s calm stories are always entertaining.

Baekseol also seemed to enjoy stargazing, snuggling up and wiggling her legs as she looked up at the sky.

“Baekseol, can’t you see any stars?”

“The Rabbit constellation can be observed in winter. It’s being chased by Orion.”

If I ever meet Orion, I should smash his head in advance.

“Right?”

“Yeah!”

As the angel said, Olympus seems like a real menace.

Other than PT teacher, I can’t see anyone who’s actually helpful.

“Oh, right. Grandfather, I recently solved this problem. There’s a room-like space with a huge glass sphere inside, and three balls are moving within it. The answer I derived was a time curve…”

“So, when you press the overlapping part, the entrance opens.”

“You solved what seemed like a multi-body problem.”

Even though he only explained that the ball moves, he accurately grasped the essence of the problem, just like a grandfather would.

Thinking about how I struggled to figure out what the problem was even after seeing it with my own eyes, it’s no exaggeration to call him a monster.

“There were many given solutions. Although it looked irregular, the three bodies were resonating in their orbits due to gravity. And I could also determine the mass of the ball.”

“In that case, you can use the series decomposed by substituting the weight of trigonometric functions into the periodic function.”

“Right.”

Grandfather continued his explanation in a calm voice and gently patted my head.

“Is that the escape room game that’s popular these days?”

“Well… yes, that’s right.”

The life-or-death escape mission of the players instantly turned into an escape room game.

“I can see the effort the questioner put in, but they still made the problem too easy. If it’s like that, everyone will escape.”

“If you can’t escape, you die…”

“It would have been more fun if the room structure was a bit more irregular.”

He suggests making the three-body problem, a notorious headache in physics, even harder.

Three-body means one more dimension compared to two-body.

If the problem 1+□=2 changes to 1+□+□=2, it’s just one more unknown, but the corresponding variables can number in the thousands or tens of thousands.

Without the assumptions scholars have established over the years to find particular solutions, it’s impossible to solve. Even then, it’s only possible under specific conditions and with a lot of time.

Even a slight variable in such problems can make your head spin until it feels like it’s going to explode.

“Then my head might become irregular.”

Grandfather, who chuckled, went to the desk and brought over a few books.

“These are the books I’ve been reading. I’ve added notes, so they should be easy to read.”

“Wow!”

Books with grandfather’s notes are like treasures to scholars.

“Thank you!”

“Sure.”

Even after skimming through the books, I couldn’t understand a thing, contrary to what grandfather said.

The notes were also scribbled in English cursive, making my interpretation skills feel tangled.

“Grandpa, your handwriting is too messy.”

“Yonseok.”

“Eek!”

My hair stands on end like grandfather’s cursive handwriting.

At first glance, it looks fancy and pretty, but the problem is that it’s scribbled like a code only he can understand, as if he never intended to show it to anyone.

Still, it’s a precious book that money can’t buy, even if you offered millions.

“Grandpa, I have something to give you too.”

“Hmm?”

From the bag…

As I rummaged around and pulled out a pure white liquor bottle, Grandfather’s eyes grew hazy.

“I don’t really like alcohol.”

“Just one glass, please.”

“You don’t have to give me any.”

“Just one glass, pleeease. Okay?”

“Hmm.”

Finally, Grandfather nodded and picked up a small liquor glass.

“Hehe. Thank you.”

“Laughing for no reason.”

As Grandfather poured the liquor into the glass he was holding, a clear aroma instantly spread throughout the room.

“So this is what Herman was talking about.”

“That thing?”

“Autumn, you gave Herman something strange when he was sick, right? Wasn’t it this liquor?”

“That’s right.”

Grandfather Arthur seems to only know that Grandfather Herman was simply feeling unwell.

Typical of Grandfather Herman, he’s thorough. If it weren’t for the people Grandfather sent staying by my side, I wouldn’t have known either.

“Drink it quickly.”

“Alright, you rascal.”

*Gulp.*

The liquor in the glass flowed smoothly down Grandfather’s throat.

You’d think he’d be suspicious if handed an unknown liquor, but he didn’t seem to show any signs of doubt.

“Hmm. It gives me energy. What on earth is this made of?”

“It’s called Tae-eul Sinju. They say it’s a medicinal liquor brewed by immortals.”

At my words, Grandfather made a displeased face.

As a scholar, he doesn’t seem to like such unscientific stories.

“Good is good.”

“Right. I drank well.”

Still, as if grateful, he patted my head once more.

“Ah, right. As I mentioned on the phone, the filming crew is downstairs.”

“Alright. Introduce them to me.”

“Yep! They’re in the first-floor museum.”

As I came down to the celestial museum connected to the observatory with Grandfather, I heard a bustling noise.

Even though it was a night after sunset, there seemed to be quite a few visitors.

“Hmm. It’s them again.”

“Who are they?”

“Self-proclaimed environmental activists. They have a base in England, but I don’t know why these terrorists are causing a ruckus here.”

As I got closer, I started to see what they were doing.

“Why are you doing this!”

The staff and museum guards were all stepping in to stop them.

“What the hell are those guys?”

“Autumn, don’t cause any trouble.”

“Yep! I’ll handle it quietly. Just a moment, Grandfather.”

“Wait, hold on!”

As if hearing the footsteps from behind, the gazes of the gathered people turned toward me.

“Autumn!”

“Uncle, what’s going on?”

Uncle Woo-hyuk silently pointed in one direction with his hand.

People wearing clothes with the phrase “Just Stop Oil” were standing there with serious expressions, holding buckets.

They’re pouring black water into something and splashing it towards the painting hanging in the museum.

[Here comes my cider!]

[Damn, I was so frustrated I thought I was gonna die.]

[Han Ga-eul to the rescue!!]

“What the hell are these idiots doing?”

[LOLOLOLOLOLOL]

[Digestion complete.]

I have no idea what they’re doing, but they’re tied together with chains, holding picket signs that say “Stop environmental destruction.”

“Ugh. Ga-eul, we’re live.”

“Why are these lunatics causing a scene at our grandfather’s museum? You wanna die?”

I’ve seen on the news that there are people in our country influenced by these guys doing the same thing.

Extreme environmental activists with a superiority complex. They set up camp on the roads and sit there silently protesting.

There are also people like the guy in front of me who vandalize art with ink.

As I walk past the staff, people’s eyes turn back to me.

“This guy’s holding a camera instead of a picket. Is he gonna pay for damages if he gets hit?”

“……”

“Hey guys, look at this dude. It’s like he glued his mouth shut.”

[LOLOLOLOL]

[Those guys are doing some seriously annoying stuff while filming. They’re really making bank off this. Be careful.]

Even after all this, they just sit there silently holding their pickets.

“Damn it, even if you’re crazy, just keep your mouth shut, please.”

“Child.”

A chilling voice flies at me from behind.

“……Hehe. I’ll go outside and settle this amicably with the person involved.”

[????]

[Hehe? Is the room master high?]

[From what I see, it’s like a poetic expression of the victim’s dying message.]