Chapter 1165: Chapter 36: Gathering Storms (Extra for Alliance Leader Meng Meng’s Dream!)_2

Lin Xian heard this and was about to retort, saying that Turing clearly intended to kill him by vile means, like crashing a spacecraft into him.

But then…

He paused, thought it through, and understood.

Whether it was Turing or Kevin Walker trying to kill him, he wasn’t yet a member of the Genius Club at the time, so it didn’t technically violate the rules.

In this way, it also explained why Kevin Walker hated Jask to the core but couldn’t directly harm him–because of Einstein’s [prohibition].

Come to think of it, that made sense.

If Kevin Walker really wanted to kill Jask, he might as well have directly controlled a spacecraft to crash into Jask on the Scenic Iron Tower. Why bomb Jask’s satellites and factories with such fanfare without causing him any substantial harm?

Then back to Lin Xian himself.

At the time, he wasn’t a Genius Club member, so Einstein’s prohibitions didn’t protect him, which allowed Kevin Walker to make an attempt on his life.

This clarified the fake Yu Xi incident as well.

Because Einstein was omniscient, even future Turing couldn’t break the prohibition. If he wanted to kill Jask, he could only use the fake Yu Xi to manipulate Lin Xian into acting as his weapon.

This was also confirmed in The Sixth Dreamland.

At the time, Turing from the Grizzly Tribe had told him that Galileo was the culprit behind the Great Catastrophe of 2400. But as for more detailed information, Turing couldn’t say further. If he revealed any more, it would trigger the prohibition Einstein had set for him, reducing him to ashes instantly.

It had to be said.

Einstein, as the president, truly lived up to his reputation. His perspective was thorough, preventing all malevolent events, limiting Turing’s capabilities, and striking a balance between disclosure and privacy.

So, he had specifically stated that if Turing were to die, he would inform everyone at the next gathering, to promptly lift the alarm.

As for…

Why Turing could disclose Kevin Walker’s hidden location to Copernicus…

That was permitted by Einstein’s prohibition.

The prohibition only forbade Turing from revealing the private information of others; there was no rule against sharing his own.

Just as Jask had once said.

Within the Club, you couldn’t pry into others, but self-disclosure was allowed. If you didn’t value your life, you could boldly take off your mask and loudly recite your future plans.

Yes, he was referring to himself–an example of blind confidence from the world’s richest man.

This confidence was indeed overly reckless.

If not for Lin Xian saving him in time, this world’s richest man would have been dead for two months already. Lin Xian wondered if he now regretted his earlier arrogant self-exposure.

Lin Xian guessed, he probably did regret it.

After all, during this time, Jask had grown much more cautious, repeatedly reminding Lin Xian to keep his identity secret, not to underestimate other geniuses, and was even willing to take the blame for Lin Xian.

This was clearly something instilled by Copernicus, a classic case of once bitten, twice shy–though Jask still maintained a facade of defiance.

After listening to Galileo’s account.

Miss Da Vinci nodded:

“I see. But for such important information, Einstein, shouldn’t you have waited until I returned to the gathering to inform me? And what about Rhein, who joined after Turing? Shouldn’t they be updated as well?”

Einstein still shook his head:

“Absence, rules are the rules.”

“…”

Da Vinci was left speechless.

Lin Xian, too, had nothing to say. That was just how the Club’s rules worked: if you were absent, don’t expect to enjoy the same rights to information as others.

Never mind matters related to Turing.

Being absent for two years, with every member asking over twenty questions, totaling at least over a hundred questions… Did she really expect all the answers to be reiterated for her upon her return?

Lin Xian, of course, wholeheartedly agreed with this rule.

After all, he’d missed countless rounds of questioning himself.

Unfortunately, Einstein would never indulge such requests.

The very structure of the Club’s meetings dictated that the fewer attendees, the more classified the questions could be. That was the rule. If you didn’t want to lag in intelligence, don’t miss out.

“It’s okay.”

Newton, sitting on Da Vinci’s right, smiled:

“Einstein doesn’t need to disclose things proactively, but we could always use our questions to ask, couldn’t we?”

“Though the rules state that the questions and their answers cannot involve other Genius Club members… there are, in fact, techniques to asking. Rhein, since you joined last, let me teach you how to phrase your questions creatively.”

Newton snapped his fingers at Lin Xian:

“Watch carefully. I’ll demonstrate just once.”

“Alright, big brother!”

Lin Xian cupped his hands in a show of respect.

What a generous big brother!

Though Lin Xian had already figured out the tricks himself, Newton’s willingness to ask on his behalf whether Copernicus was truly dead was pure heaven-sent fortune–a free question he didn’t have to spend.

The big brother really lived up to the title.

He was undeniably kind to newcomers.

In Lin Xian’s eyes, Newton’s favorability rating was +1.

Newton raised his head and looked at Einstein:

“The time has come. Shall today’s gathering officially begin?”

Einstein nodded, officially announcing the start of the meeting:

“Newton, it’s been a very, very long time since you last asked a question, but today you seem eager.”

“Of course.”

Newton chuckled lightly:

“I’ve been waiting impatiently to hear some good news. Einstein, could you please tell me–”

“[From now on, will there still be scientists or mathematicians who, due to human reasons, die at 00:42 local time?]”