She slowly looked back toward the equation. Her hand immediately grabbed the pencil.
"The confinement coefficient…"
She erased a single variable. Instead of writing P, she wrote 2P.
Then she rapidly recalculated.
Page after page filled beneath her pencil.
Several minutes later, she suddenly stopped.
"Impossible."
She quickly checked the calculations again.
Containment instability: 46.3% became… 14.7%.
Her breathing became slightly faster.
"No… What if…"
She hurriedly replaced the equation once more.
3P.
Triple-layer confinement.
Another page. Then another.
Tensor matrices expanded. Magnetic resonance harmonics multiplied. Nested superconducting shells. Flux cancellation. Field interference compensation.
Finally, she reached the final line.
Her eyes widened.
Containment instability: 2.94%.
For several seconds, she simply stared at the number.
Then, without saying a word, she grabbed another blank sheet and immediately began sketching.
