Chapter 596 - 509: True Name and Cooperation (2)
Chapter 596: Chapter 509: True Name and Cooperation (2)
His existence seemed to be the highest level of pass: the Mechanical Guard stationed at the entrance and the Wizard responsible for security simply verified his identity fluctuations, and then solemnly allowed him passage, sparing Jeming and Viola from the cumbersome inspection procedures.
As they passed through security, Clark continued with the topic in his uniquely straightforward tone: "There are usually two ways to maintain one’s original name."
"The first way." He extended his index finger, "In front of opponents of the same level, or even higher, you show no significant or classifiable ’characteristic’ abilities. Your witchcraft is inexplicably stronger, your defense inexplicably higher, your speed inexplicably faster."
"Your technical principles and implementations surpass the understanding scope of opponents and spectators, making them unable to analyze, imitate, or define even if they witness it firsthand. Over time, your ’title’ remains unresolved, and people can only refer to that ’undefinable powerful existence’ by your original name."
Jeming pondered over these words carefully, and the more he thought, the more he felt... the difficulty was absurdly high!
This requires a comprehensive, crushing advantage with no weak points, and the technical system must be unique enough to be self-contained, incomprehensible to others.
This is not merely a matter of strength but an ultimate manifestation of uniqueness in path and depth of knowledge.
"So... what’s the second method?" Viola asked on behalf of Jeming, as she was curious too.
Clark’s steps slightly paused in the wide corridor within the command center, turning his head, his mouth seemed to tug upwards ever so subtly.
That could hardly be called a smile, but it gave Jeming and Viola an inexplicable chill.
"The second one is relatively ’simpler.’" Clark’s voice remained steady, "Always act alone, and... ensure that all enemies who have seen you in action can no longer speak."
He paused for a moment, adding: "Of course, as the number of enemies you encounter increases, and their strength grows, achieving ’total annihilation’ becomes exponentially more difficult. However..."
He looked at Jeming again, his gray eyes calm and deep: "Personally, I suggest trying to combine the first and second methods. This way, the likelihood of retaining your original name will be much greater."
Jeming and Viola glanced at each other, momentarily at a loss for words.
No matter from which angle, neither of these methods are ’conventional’ approaches, even carrying a flavor of extreme that makes one’s scalp tingle.
Honestly, this isn’t a path that a regular wizard would even consider!
During their conversation, they arrived at the core area of the command center.
The space here was vast, with a towering curved dome casting a deep blue glow.
At the center was a massive three-dimensional tactical sand table, where countless points of light swirled, representing the deployment and reconnaissance dynamics of both enemy and ally forces.
The surrounding walls were adorned with multiple large real-time monitoring screens, displaying energy readings from different war zones, spatial fluctuations, and localized battle footage.
The air was filled with a low humming and dense spiritual power instruction waves, with busy wizards and Mechanical Bodies shuttling about, the atmosphere tense yet orderly.
Clark gave them a slight indication and then walked towards Dionysius Spencer, who was discussing in hushed tones with several High Tier Wizards beside the sand table.
Jeming then proceeded according to protocol to the task acquisition platform.
A more exquisite silver Mechanical Doll greeted him.
After verifying his identity and confirming his injuries had recovered to the standard required for task execution, the Mechanical Body projected a list of reconnaissance tasks available for selection in front of him.
Jeming quickly skimmed through, his gaze finally settling on that vast strategic situation map on the central main screen.
Just as Viola had said earlier, the blue area representing Nolun Workshop and the red area representing the enemy alliance (Chaos Secret Sect and Tower of Annihilation) were largely marked in varying shades of green in the expansive "midfield" zone.
This indicated those areas had undergone different extents of reconnaissance, making the risks relatively controllable.
Only behind the enemy’s red zone, a large expanse of eye-catching unexplored deep red blocks remained, interlacing with parts of the light green areas like two yet-to-be fully assembled dangerous puzzles.
"This is it." Jeming made up his mind, choosing a long-term reconnaissance task pointing towards the edge of that deep red area.
The task required continuous monitoring of energy anomalies in the region, signs of troop movements, and to probe enemy possible hidden secondary bases or High Tier Wizard activity trails as much as possible.
The risk rating was relatively high, but the corresponding rewards in military merits were exceedingly generous.
After accepting the task and confirming the action code and emergency communication channel, Jeming nodded towards Viola and Professor Clark in the distance, and turned towards the command center’s exit.
His thoughts lingered on Clark’s discourse about "true names" and the integration of newly acquired technology.
However, just as he stepped out of the command center’s heavy metal door, an extremely faint, almost instinctive "sense of incongruity" quietly crept through his mind.
It was like a barely visible ripple on a calm water surface, or the trajectory of a dust particle’s fall in the air appearing to deviate unnaturally.
Had his soul not just undergone reshaping, significantly enhancing his Perception Power, along with the extraordinary sensitivity towards the harmony state between self and environment brought by the Body Refining Technique, he probably would have missed it entirely.