The Spectator's Prospective Inspection

Saei's eyes widened when I told her I might have a solution. As if my words had just rekindled a glimmer of hope in her, she declared aloud, almost incredulous: "You've really found a solution?"

I remained silent for a moment, lost in thought. Why were these notifications so insistent on the number of jewels recovered, and why was this figure displayed for all to see? If it wasn't meant to harm us, then it had to help us.

A logical idea dawned on me: this number was going to push us to collaborate. But why should we? In what situation would we be obliged to help each other? The answer seemed obvious: we'd have to divide the jewels in some way.

A man hiding next to us was startled by her question. He approached cautiously, his gaze wary but curious. "Do you really think you have a solution?" he asked, his voice strained with fear.

I took a deep breath before answering, unsure of how this would turn out. "Maybe I do. But for it to work, we need to calm down this war that's broken out. I don't know how to do that..." My gaze drifted back to the chaotic scene, the shouts and bursts of voices encircling us.

It was then that the tall man wearing round glasses and exuding an aura of calm stepped forward towards the fighting crowd. Nothing about his appearance would have suggested that he possessed the charisma necessary to make himself heard. Yet he took a deep breath, and before he could speak, a young lady accompanying him took the lead.

Her voice rose, sharp and trembling at the same time, a mixture of panic and determination. "Calm down, please!" she implored, her distress palpable in every word. Her desperate plea cut through the noise like an unexpected thunderclap.

At the sound of her voice, the shouting and banging gradually died away. Eyes turned to her, and gradually, a heavy silence fell over the chaotic scene.

The bespectacled man spoke up, his tone calm but firm. He pointed his finger at me, drawing everyone's attention. "He's the one who found the solution", he declared, exposing my presence to the group. Immediately, dozens of eyes turned to me, staring with an intensity that made me uncomfortable.

I hated being the center of attention. My heart raced, and I felt suffocated. Without wasting a second, I moved quickly towards the breach where the jewels were to be placed. My mind was focused on just one thing: escaping the stares burning the back of my neck. Each step brought me closer to my goal, but above all it was a refuge, a way of escaping the unbearable weight of collective attention.

Once I'd reached the breach, I stared at the number inscribed on it, trying to decipher what seemed to be the key to the enigma. But before I could understand anything, someone cut me off abruptly. "It's impossible to read this, it's too big to understand!" he said in a desperate tone.

I took a deep breath, forcing my words out despite the tension. "It shouldn't be read...", I replied, my voice strangely calm despite the storm inside me. "It must be completed."

The bespectacled man immediately understood the direction of my thinking. Without hesitation, he asked, "Is this Pell's sequel?" I nodded in agreement.

In front of us, the number inscribed on the rift was indeed there '125 122 970 169 408 985'. On closer inspection, we could make out an erased zero at the beginning, as if a crucial part of the answer was missing.

Someone in the crowd, obviously confused, spoke up, "But what difference does it make?"

I took a deep breath. "We're down to 20 survivors now... and to solve this riddle, we need to complete the next 20 numbers in Pell's sequence."

I paused, letting my words sink into the minds of the others before adding, "That's why our number of jewels obtained is displayed for all to see. It's not so we can see who's the weakest or who needs to be eliminated. No, it's so that we can divide up the number of jewels corresponding to a number in Pell's suite."

I continued, my thoughts becoming clearer as I went along: "I understood it when the notifications were telling us how many survivors were left... It was as if they were insisting, as if to tell us that the number of participants was important..."

A tense silence fell as everyone realized the complexity and urgency of the task ahead.

The bespectacled man, as calm as ever despite the prevailing panic, confidently declared: "The maximum number of jewels must be 26,952,639,566. If we are to solve this riddle, we must unite and distribute the jewels correctly." His gaze swept the crowd, looking for volunteers.

He then pointed to a person with 2378 jewels. "Step forward and try to deposit the jewels," he demanded in a voice that was firm, but tinged with urgency.

The individual complied, walking slowly towards the breach under everyone's anxious gaze. The tension was palpable, and everyone knew that only 7 minutes remained before the crash. This was their last chance.

The silence was oppressive, and everyone held their breath as the 2378 jewels were deposited. The seconds seemed to stretch as everyone stared at the pointer above their heads. Then, as if by a miracle, a green validation arrow appeared.

A collective sigh of relief passed through the crowd. Tense faces relaxed, shy smiles beginning to appear. They were on the right track, at last a glimmer of hope in the midst of chaos.

Now that we'd found the solution, we were in a hurry. Each person still standing stepped forward in turn to place the jewels in the order of Pell's suite. The tension was palpable, gestures hurried but precise, as the timer ticked away inexorably. Each passing second seemed to add to the burden of our destiny.

The last person approached the breach, carrying the remaining 17,945,495,325 jewels. Only a few seconds remained before impact. The atmosphere was so heavy it could have been cut with a knife. All eyes were on this last attempt.

When the jewels were deposited, an icy silence fell over the cabin. Many people began to pray, hoping for a miracle, clinging to the idea of redemption after the terrible ordeal they had been through. Despite this, one thought persisted in my mind: lives had been needlessly sacrificed, mowed down by human selfishness and panic.

The clock stopped abruptly. All eyes were riveted on the screen. Then it flashed green. Relief exploded in the cabin. The riddle seemed to have been solved.

Then the botanical garden capsule suddenly began to plunge, as if we'd been thrown into a drop-tower attraction. The sudden acceleration drew cries of surprise and fear from the survivors, but despite the intensity of the sensations provoked by this vertiginous fall, something told me we weren't going to die.

I grabbed on instinctively, my hands sweaty, as the sky flashed by through the bay window. The world outside turned into a blurred vortex, and my thoughts became just as disordered. Every heartbeat echoed with the crash of the descent.

A wave of exhaustion washed over me. My body, drained by adrenalin and the stress of events, could take no more. My eyelids grew heavy, and I felt sleep sweep me away like an irresistible tide.

Then a strange phenomenon occurred, as if the veil of reality was being torn away to reveal the buried memories of my past.

I was transported back in time, to a period when my life was still imbued with my mother's benevolence. Despite financial hardship, she had done her utmost to make me feel happy. Times were hard, but her unconditional love wove a cocoon of warmth and security around me.

In the little apartment we called "Your Lonely Heaven", she would invent fantastic stories to brighten my days. Each tale was an escape into extraordinary worlds, a way of transcending the limits of our modest reality. My mother was a magician with words, transforming our austere daily lives into epic adventures.

One memory followed another, like fragments of a colorful mosaic. The simple but tasty meals she lovingly concocted, the laughter shared in difficult times, the worn but cherished books that were our companions on a journey through the imagination.

Every moment was imbued with maternal love, a force that transcended material constraints. Even when the clouds of adversity darkened our skies, my mother remained a source of light and comfort.

Memory was a complex web, woven of tender moments and painful scars. As I recalled the sweet memories of my mother, a dark lightning bolt streaked the brightness of the past.

A particular moment emerged, tinged with sudden sadness. It was a day when emotions, exacerbated by life's difficulties, had reached a breaking point. My mother, usually gentle and loving, had been swept away by a wave of exasperation.

Before this painful memory could take root, I was pulled abruptly back into the present. The sensation of light tapping on my face echoed, dispelling the shadows of the past. It was Saei bringing me back to reality, her delicate fingers reminding me that I was far from that painful time.

Saei's soft whisper pierced the veil of my unconsciousness, bringing my thoughts back to the disconcerting reality that surrounded us. Her words revealed the silent struggle she had waged to bring me out of my dreamy torpor.

"You were screaming 'please, Mommy' for at least a minute," she said, her gaze expressing concern tinged with incomprehension.

The weight of my past seemed to grow heavier in the mystery-laden air. Saei, my long-time companion, gently reminded me that I'd never told her about my past.

"It's true..." I confessed, feeling the reluctant truth slip out.

"Why?" she asked, curious and concerned.

"Because you probably wouldn't like to know, and there are more important things right now," I replied, brushing aside the need to dig into the dark corners of my life with a determined gesture.

As our thoughts were lost in the complexity of our intertwined existences, a new notification flashed before our stunned eyes.

[Introductory puzzle: -The Fall of the Celestial Garden-

✓ Riddle solved✓

Answer: The 'weakness' to be eliminated is not a person, but the lack of cooperation. To avoid the fatal fall of the floating botanical garden, you must work as a unit and divide the jewels evenly. The correct number of jewels to place corresponds to Pell's sequence.

Elapsed time: 17 minutes]

[As a reward for solving the introductory puzzle, 300 coins have been sponsored for you.]

The gleam of incomprehension in Saei's eyes prompted me to explain as much as I could. "It's like that movie we watched, you know, 'The Deficient Piece'. Characters used coins to buy items, get information, or even change the course of history."

Her face reflected a growing understanding, but the weight of distorted reality made her lose her footing. A shiver of anxiety crossed his eyes as we arrived at Tokyo Dome City Attractions.

The spectacle of a familiar, yet strangely out-of-place Tokyo lay before us. The nearby river seemed a temporary refuge, and Saei, unable to bear the growing tension, leaned over and vomited. The fallout from our new reality had a bitter taste.

Suddenly, a child's voice, imbued with a harmonious strangeness, echoed through the air. The whole city seemed to be the receptacle of these mysterious words, creating an unreal atmosphere that vibrated through our troubled souls.