After the discovery and conquest of the sky island. The Magic Tower was divided into two groups of graduate students: those in an elated state and those in a rock-bottom state.
"To live, to live, I shall live. In the heavens, I shall live."
"Cry, cry, oh hammer above the flame. Wake and cry, oh hammer..."
The graduate students who had traveled aboard the Quasar to the dwarven homeland were still walking upon the Eternal Cloud...
"Aish... The graph is coming out differently from my intuition. Am I wrong?"
"Since it's a multivariable equation, your calculations might be wrong, not your intuition."
"Alright... I'll start from there."
The graduate students swimming through the sea of statistics were firmly planted in the cold, hard reality. A bottom from which one could fall no further. That was exactly how the Magic Tower felt to a graduate student who wasn't on friendly terms with mathematics.
After learning magic, they had spent their entire lives with things like 'breathing, symbols, magic circle memorization, and experiments,' but now they were buried in symbols and calculations.
"This isn't the kind of lab I hoped for."
"I was the same. And then I endured for one more year."
"... Damn it."