Rebirth in the Spirit World, the Goddess's Brilliant Counterattack

The magazine publishes one volume every two months and publishes less than a hundred articles each year. Since its establishment, there have been only a handful of Chinese magicians who have left their mark in this journal. The difficulty of publication and its influence are equally amazing.

Fang Ruxin is an outstanding mathematician who has published articles in this journal. If they submit their articles directly to the official website, their works may be lost in countless letters, so they plan to let Li Li contact the review editor directly.

"When we submit our work, we must submit it to the best one!" Old Li raised his chin slightly, full of confidence, not considering the possibility of being rejected. Once the outside world knows about this, it will probably cause a frenzy of pursuit.

"Yeah." Li Li felt a little headache as she had to take time out from her research on Jiang Xia to write her paper.

Fortunately, the manuscript was very detailed and only needed to be organized according to the paper format and slightly refined, which would not take up much of Jiang Xia's time.

Within three days, Li Li finished the compilation and sent it to Fang Ruxin. After Fang Ruxin checked it and found no problems, he passed the contact information of a review editor of "Magic Mathematics Chronicle" to Li Li.

Li Li immediately sent the paper to the editor's email address, and then put the matter aside and concentrated on the work of the Magic Research Institute. The progress of the experiment has accelerated recently, and the team is discussing moving to Jiucheng soon, after all, it is the first choice for experiments.

She did not expect what a storm this paper would cause on the other side of the ocean.

Mguo, California, editor-in-chief of the Magical Mathematical Chronicles.

"Good morning, Martin." A middle-aged man in a suit and with shiny hair gelled into his hair walked into the editorial office.

The man named Martin was dressed casually, had messy hair and looked tired. "Good morning, Sade," he said and yawned.

"Didn't you get a good rest last night?"

"Don't mention it. I didn't go home last night. The recent manuscripts have piled up like a mountain. My mailbox is about to burst. I finally cleared some of it."

"Don't work too hard, friend, how about a cup of coffee?" Sade held up the hand-ground coffee beans he had just bought.

"Oh, that's great."

A moment later, Thad came over with two cups of steaming coffee. "For your portion, half a spoonful of honey and one spoonful of cream."

"You still know me best, my friend." Martin thanked him with emotion, and after taking a sip of coffee, he immediately felt refreshed...

Thad landed gently beside him and asked, "Are there any fascinating magic scrolls today?"

Martin replied wearily, "Don't mention it. They are just a bunch of disorganized spell fragments. I really don't know from which dimension those alchemists got the courage to come here."

The mailbox he manages is the official one set up by "Arcane Age". Every day, there are countless strange manuscripts from all over the world, most of which are exaggerated spell descriptions and empty theoretical frameworks.

Martin's task is to skim through these manuscripts, hoping to discover hidden magical treasures, but the chances of doing so are slim.

Sad said considerately: "Thank you for your hard work, buddy. Perhaps we should suggest to the editor-in-chief to close the public mailbox. After all, it has little effect and only adds to the workload."

Martin shook his head and said, "That won't do. Regardless of whether we accept it or not, the existence of this mailbox proves that our journal is not just for sages and wizards. You know, some wizards with extraordinary talents may be hiding among these manuscripts."

"The probability of that happening is too low."

"But as long as it happens once, you're lucky enough."

"Okay." Thad shrugged. "May you find the star covered by dust soon."

“Thank you for your kind words.” Martin drank the magic coffee in the cup in one gulp, regained his spirit and continued to review the manuscripts in the mailbox.

"Ding ding ding..." In the lower right corner of the computer, the magic message icon flashed, and a new email arrived quietly.

Martin opened the email and glanced at the sender's name first.

"Yun Su." He whispered, a wizard from China?

Martin's interest was halved immediately. Chinese magicians generally have a solid foundation, but there are only a handful of real magic giants. The knowledge of the academy may be mastered, but it seems to be lackluster in innovative magic.

However, out of respect for every contributor, he still opened the main text.

After reading only a few lines, Martin was stunned. What was this? What did he see?

This Chinese wizard is actually trying to prove the Riemann hypothesis?

"Oh my god! This is the most ridiculous joke I've seen this year."

Sade looked over when he heard the voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look at this." Martin pointed to the screen.

"The analytical path of the Riemann hypothesis..." Thad blurted out, "My God, how long has it been since we saw someone who dares to challenge these puzzles?"

Apparently, he thought it was just some wizarding joke.

"Just think of it as a bit of fun." Martin scrolled the mouse. "It's quite long."

"You are really dedicated, my friend, take a look for yourself." Sade was not interested in this, as there were still piles of manuscripts waiting for review in his mailbox.

Martin enjoyed it very much and even made another pot of magic coffee, ready to enjoy the wonderful entertainment brought to him by the Chinese wizard.

Two hours passed. Sade, who had been busy for a long time, was rubbing his sore waist. Suddenly, he noticed that there was no movement beside him for a long time. He turned his head and saw that the coffee on Martin's table had gone cold, but he hadn't touched it. When he looked at Martin himself, he was shocked.

"Martin, what's wrong with you?"

Martin stared at the magic crystal display screen for a long time without moving, his fists clenched, until Thad's voice broke the silence, his eyes were slightly dazed. He swallowed a breath of magic power and said to Thad: "Thade, I'm afraid I have lost my mind. I think this paper may really have found the answer."

"Which paper?" Sade asked unconsciously.

"It's the paper about the verification of Lehman's prediction."

"Oh my God, you're not going to tell me you two were working on this?" Thad thought Martin should have rejected it long ago.

"Well, I think the author's thinking is clear, and I didn't find any flaws following her logic."

"How is that possible?" Thad's azure eyes suddenly widened. "Do you know what you are discussing? That's the Lehman prophecy, not an ordinary mathematical puzzle."

Hearing him say this, Martin's doubts resurfaced, "I'm not sure, but I feel it is very likely to be correct. I have decided to submit it to the editor-in-chief for review."

"Well, good luck to you, friend." Despite this, Thad did not believe that if someone really solved the Lehman prophecy, why would they submit it through the public magic mail system? It must be sent directly to the editor-in-chief's private letter.

What's more, scholars from China? Sade laughed inwardly.

In fact, this public magic mailbox is now Martin’s exclusive review box. After Fang Ruxin retired, he never sent any papers here again. This is why Jiang’s information is not as good as Fang Ruxin’s.

Martin waited anxiously for a long time, and finally the editor-in-chief Benjamin appeared. He immediately went to greet him.

"Sir, I have sent you a magic mail, please be sure to check it out."

Benjamin walked away as he answered a magic call, "Okay, I'll check later."

"Sir, this is extremely important. It concerns..." Martin wanted to continue, but found that Benjamin had already started the call, so he had to shut up.

Benjamin worked until late at night. Everyone in the editorial office had left, but the magic light in his office was still on. He closed his eyes slightly to give his tired eyes a rest.

Just as he was about to close the Magic Crystal Terminal, Jiang remembered Martin's words. He clicked on the Magic Mail, wanting to at least spend some time browsing it.

However, this click made it impossible for him to extricate himself, and Benjamin stayed in the office until dawn.

He raised his head and lit a magic cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, letting the smoke blend into the magic power, and his confused thoughts instantly became clear.

Benjamin looked out the window and realized that the field of mathematics might be about to undergo a transformation.

Early in the morning, Martin entered the editorial office and went straight to the editor-in-chief's secret room. He had been upset all night about the paper, and had just received a message from the editor-in-chief in the morning, so he rushed there, assuming that Benjamin had read the paper.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped into the secret room, he heard the questioning voice.

"Where did this paper come from?" Benjamin looked tired, but his eyes were like burning flames.

"Directly to our public magic mail system."

“Public Magic Mail?” Benjamin frowned. He originally thought that such a paper would be sent directly to his personal secret letter…

"Yun Su? A magician from China." Benjamin tapped the table and pondered, "It sounds like a female name, but is there a famous female magician in China?"

It’s not that Benjamin despises the Chinese wizards, it’s just that their magical talent seems to stagnate at a certain level. It’s as if everyone is climbing a mountain, and most of the Chinese wizards can reach the top of the mountain, but few can stand at the peak.

"Oh, right." Martin suddenly realized, "At the end of the manuscript, it was mentioned that Fang Ruxin recommended her to submit the article."

"Fang Ruxin?" When this name was mentioned, Benjamin immediately had an impression of her. She was a famous magician in China and also had great prestige internationally. She could be said to be one of the people who could reach the pinnacle.

He had published a paper in a magic journal they published, and it seemed that this lady submitted the manuscript to them on his recommendation.

"Sir, can you tell me about this manuscript..." Martin couldn't help but asked Benjamin.

"I have forwarded it to Henrik."

Martin was stunned. Henrik Ivenico was a magician widely respected in Mguo and even in the world. He was also one of the most authoritative judges of the "Magic Yearbook".

Benjamin handed the manuscript to Mr. Henrik, which meant that the authenticity of the manuscript was at least half guaranteed. Even though he had expected it, Martin's heart still quickened. Could it be that he really found the first magic paper proving the Riemann hypothesis in his hands?

Benjamin asked, "Who else knows about the existence of this manuscript?"

"Only Thad."

"Go back and warn him that he must keep this manuscript secret and not disclose it to anyone. The original document must be kept encrypted."

Martin was stunned for a moment, then he understood. Before confirmation, the fewer people who knew about it, the better.