Worshippers focus on religious duties, theorists delve into contemplation, empiricists perceive nature, and politicians scrutinize society. Following the path of truth, Pythagoras's disciples each went their own way. In doing so, they also caught many looks of disdain or admiration.

Silence, secrecy. Just as there is a high wall of contradiction between arcanists and humans regarding reason and spiritual knowledge, another chasm called the "commandments" decisively separates Pythagoras's followers from others.

"Do not sit on a measuring vessel," "Do not leap over a yoke," "Do not stir the fire with knives and swords"... These primitive and ancient commands obviously deter most meddlers, and only true listeners who respect the truth comprehend their deeper meaning. "Respect the eternal gods, honor your oath," "Worship outstanding heroes," "Do your utmost to avoid coercion by others"...

As centuries have passed, the original school has long been destroyed, the ancient teachings are on the brink of being lost, and the followers are forced into the endless strife of the world, vainly following the wheel of life. Yet, a small group of preachers tirelessly recites the "Golden Verses". They pave the way, establish schools, and attract believers. They inherit wisdom and knowledge across generations, and their sole mission is to lead people to a brighter path of truth.

Now, another young preacher has taken up this responsibility.

"Every day we bathe in the morning light of Apollo's star, masticating the discussions and musings of others and ourselves, digesting them along with slices of honey-coated bread..." A troubled follower clutched his stomach, his expression rather disheartened.

"But my mind is still foggy, and my stomach growls from time to time..." He looked anxiously at the leader before him. "What does this mean? Have I not resonated with the words of others at all?"

"Finding wisdom is not a day's work, 29." The leader smiled gently. "Even the most outstanding followers can't gain insight from every reading session."

"If I continue like this, I won't be able to have deeper interactions with others..." His worry apparently hadn't completely dissipated. "Am I like the prophecy of numbers, a prime number without friends?"

"There are no such prophecies in the hall of truth. Let it guide you, not restrain you."

"But... what should I do?" His anxiety seemed to lessen a bit.

"Everything will naturally arrive in balance, 29. No matter when."

The follower finally let out a long sigh of relief and left with a joyful expression.

The young leader closed the scroll and opened a new sheet of paper, sighing thoughtfully.

——Effective immediately, the portions of bread slices for some followers should be increased.

6: You are...?

Pandora Wilson: Please excuse UTTU's uninvited arrival. I'm quite curious. Before our formal conversation begins, had you anticipated this meeting with us?

6: In all honesty, no.

Pandora Wilson: Regrettably, it seems this isn't an opportune time.

Pandora Wilson: Are you still willing to cooperate with our interview?

6: That is up to you.

6: Just like with every follower's query, when a flash of enlightenment occurs, they too knock on my door.

6: And I provide the answers that I am obliged to give.

Pandora Wilson: You are a dutiful leader.

6: It is my duty.

Pandora Wilson: Interviews and answering such questions are indeed quite similar in form.

Pandora Wilson: But our content will perhaps be more blunt, or rather, confrontational.

6: No harm done. Please exercise your right.

Pandora Wilson: ...Then, are you familiar with UTTU?

6: No.

Pandora Wilson: ...I have a feeling this will indeed be a rather straightforward interview.

Pandora Wilson: By the way, the pace at which you entered the room just now seemed much brisker than when entering the Hall of Apeiron.

6: ...

Pandora Wilson: My guess is that it was for some rather more interesting reason than out of sheer anticipation for the UTTU interview.