GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation

Vol 2 - Chapter 29.2: Stack Overflow

If the Primodials had disappeared, how could these statues exist with such perfect detail? Who could have known their original forms? The questions multiplied in his mind, each more troubling than the last.

"Do you know when this arena was built?" Vel asked Celia, hoping for any clue that might explain this impossibility.

She shook her head, her brow furrowed in thought. "I've read about the Academy's history, but I don't recall anything specific about the arena's construction."

"Rumor has it, this was built upon what they called the Divine Summit," a familiar voice said from behind them.

Vel turned to find Tomas approaching, his eyes bright with excitement as he gazed at the statues.

"When were you here?" Vel asked, surprised by his classmate's sudden appearance.

Tomas grinned. "Just now. You could have told me we're exploring the arena."

He stepped closer to the statues, running his hand along the stone bear's massive paw.

"These stones were here for a long time. The arena was built around them when the Academy discovered the site." Tomas continued, clearly proud of his research.

Tomas pointed toward the ground, drawing Vel's attention away from the statues.

"Look at the floor," he said, crouching down.

Vel followed his gaze and noticed what he'd overlooked before—the stone floor itself was carved with intricate lines and patterns, swirling in unusual symmetry across the entire arena surface.

"They will fill this with sand later and renovate the field to fit the arena for combat purposes," Tomas explained, tracing one of the lines with his finger. "But these patterns underneath... they're ancient."

Vel knelt beside him, brushing away residue of sand to reveal more of the design. Something about the arrangement felt eerily familiar. The way the statues were positioned around the arena, the way these lines connected between them...

His breath caught in his throat as understanding struck him.

"This..."

The pattern wasn't random. The swirling lines formed a perfect mathematical sequence expanding outward from the center. Each curve precisely calculated, each intersection deliberate.

"Isn't this a Fibonacci spiral?" Vel whispered, more to himself than to his companions.

The divine ratio. At any given point, there would always be seven areas in proportion to each other, each section perfectly balanced with the others. The statues weren't merely decorative—they marked key points in the mathematical pattern, creating a perfect harmony of space and form.

Vel's fingers trembled slightly as he traced the lines connecting the statues. This wasn't just architecture or art. This was something far more fundamental—a blueprint of sorts, encoding principles that felt unnervingly familiar.

Vel circled the statues again, examining them more carefully. Something about their placement nagged at his consciousness. He stepped back, trying to view the entire arena as a whole rather than focusing on individual elements.

The seven statues weren't randomly positioned—they formed a perfect circle around the arena, equidistant from each other. But more than that, each statue faced a specific direction, their gazes seemingly converging at some unseen point.