Frameshift by Pastafarian

Author:Pastafarian
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: High Fantasy, Web original, Webfiction, Magical theory, Action, Fantasy, Romance, Portal Fantasy / Isekai, Completed, Dungeon, Progression, Strong Lead, Original, Male Lead, GameLit, Harem, LitRPG, Magic, Adventure
Publisher: www.royalroad.com
Published: 2021-09-08T00:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 83 - Proofs of Worth

A note from Pastafarian

I have experimentally changed the title and blurb. I'm going to leave it this way for a week minimum.

Today's shoutout goes to First Contact. I don't know if this is good, but it sure as hell is something absolutely ridiculous. It's SF. It's zany and wacky and meta and kitschy. I want to hate it but instead I love it.

After the first few tiers, levels, rings, whatever people call them, everything starts to blur a little.

Those first few are very much distinct. The first ring is for… hangers-on, really. If I were being demeaning I’d say it’s basically groupies, but that’s unfair to the families and friends and spectators, delighting in proximity of the people they love. The second ring, then, is for novices and children, for people who basically know nothing but are willing to try; you get enough easy lobs if you’re genuinely engaged, and you won’t get relegated.

After that is where it starts to blur.

I mostly play Hagah for a dozen rings. People are a weird mix of condescending and curious, past the first half-dozen; as the rules unlock through my climb, they treat it as a given that they can just throw some sort of tediously complex pattern at me and stymie me.

“The four-rule set is: count, vertex to the edge’s power; sort, number of edges; validate, only a prime total number of vertices; finally,” and there was an unfair rule if there ever was one, “separate out a number of each shape equal to the index on the color wheel that is defined by the storage layout.”

Once I hit the thirteenth ring, the Hagah tokens are gone, which is kind of a shame, because I’d thought up a really neat five-layer that nobody had been able to solve, though one nephil had gotten really close before the gathered folks had started to shuffle around a bit, and they’d knocked their fists and muttered something distractedly. Instead of Hagah, I start pulling out proofs; I start with geometry and move on to trigonometry and calculus, but it turns out that Cadorans have a perfectly good understanding of all of those, and pretty soon I’m in the realms of pure mathematics and computational theory.

More or less my childhood jam, I guess. Not everyone’s a fan. So more than one interaction goes like so:

“What do you mean, demonstrate this?”

“I mean that this is true, for the conditions I’ve laid out; what’s the proof?”

“This is rank nonsense.”

The complainer’s some schmuck of a wind, bound to an array of bowls laid out in some sort of intentional pattern. It floats its disk over the main one, which I think would probably be a breach of etiquette for anyone else but for it, it’s clearly appropriate from an assistive perspective. “It’s not even that complicated!” I glare at where its voice is coming from, where there’s a rippling in the air that’s vaguely bipedal and hominid, if confused about how big it should be at any given moment.

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