Teacher: Let me see...Morse, read the poem aloud please.
Teacher: Morse, read the poem.
Morse: Uhh...There is a small ball...boat on the ocean, sail...sailing downwind. Then…
Teacher: Enough. Morse, copy the poem ten times and give it to me tomorrow.
Teacher: I’ve already taught you how to pronounce the vocabulary. Why can’t you remember?
While the students were laughing and the teacher was scolding Morse, the bell rang. Morse had no idea how the other students could easily remember these tricky and twisted words. He had been through a tough childhood, with teachers’ blames, peers’ teases and family’s tears.
As Morse had always been crowded out by the others, he was self-isolated and indulged in his own thoughts often. He imagined himself in plains, where he could find his peace. When Morse was ten, the school he studied at was under renovation. He looked at its blueprint and an image flashed into in his mind.
Morse: So this is how people arrange space...What if I move the pillar this side by more than two feet?
Morse’s mind had instantly created a school on the plains based on the blueprint. He constructed every single part of it at will and stacked them up like a giant tower. The tiles of the tower kept moving and flipping, eventually shaping into a magnificent palace.
Student: Teacher, Morse is zoning out again!
Teacher: Morse, go to the corridor!
Morse got out of the classroom without saying a word. He did not feel upset about it, but felt excited instead as he could spend more time to build his own world in his mind.
As Morse grew up, he began to realize he suffered from an innate reading disorder. He was particularly sensitive to graphics, space and logic reasoning, but he struggled to recognize words. Even with same word in different handwriting, Morse would simply treat them as different words.
Morse: If I really have difficulty reading, I’ll find a way to solve it.
Morse: I need to go into my mind and find something conducive to my reading.
Morse: Ah? This is…
Morse saw a gigantic compass. He pondered for a moment. With a flick of his finger, the needles on the compass moved suddenly, making noisy sounds.
Needle A: Hey, did you just wake us up?
Needle B: Don’t be rude. He is the one giving us life. He is the creator of this world.
Needle A: I don’t need life. Why me?
Morse thought they were hilarious. He had never had friends. He was alone all the time, but he now had created two noisy and annoying “friends” there. These friends would be very helpful to Morse in the future. When Morse learnt new vocabulary, he would keep the shape in mind. Instead of using his eyes to judge its meaning, Morse would “discuss” with his friends in his mind to understand the word.
Two months later, Morse successfully solved one of the most difficult issues in the country, which had shocked everybody. His talent for logic and graphics, coupled with his acquired “reading ability”, made him stand out. Within a year, Morse solved eight other puzzles in total. He had turned himself from a stupid kid into a famous scholar; the name Morse had become synonymous with wisdom.
Minister: Mr. Morse, the King discovered a new puzzle. His Majesty demands your help…
Morse: Sigh. I’m very busy. Can you please ask him not to keep bothering me?
Minister: I apologize, but the King relies greatly on you. Nobody does it better than you now.
Morse: ...Put it on the table then. I still have something else to do. I’ll contact you when I'm finished.
Minister: Alright. I’m not going to bother you any longer. I’ll see myself out.
Morse: This is...a map of the northern ruins. Seems linking them together may reveal some clues...Alright, it’s interesting enough...
Morse: Okay, puzzle solved.
Morse had solved another puzzle for the King. With the clues, the King discovered the relics of an ancient magic circle. The exposed information soon became an emerging field of academic research. Even the King was eager to visit Morse for such an important breakthrough.
King: I really appreciate your help. The findings definitely raised the bar for national magic research. What do you want in return?
Morse: It would be much appreciated if you could let me deal with my personal issues and stop bothering me.
King: Well...I have another suggestion instead. Servant! Present it to Mr. Morse.
Morse: What is it?
King: It is your research chamber in the palace. You can freely access any resources there. I hope it’ll be helpful.
Morse: With the title imperial advisor?
King: Yes. You’ll be my imperial advisor. And the magnificent chamber will be all yours.
Morse: I’ve repeated my words many times. I’m not under anybody's command. Besides, I’ve already got the most splendid and perfect residence.
King: ...You mean this little house you’re living in?