Chapter 1412 - 554: The Key to Void Remains
Chapter 1412: Chapter 554: The Key to Void Remains
The sky was gradually getting brighter, and Ron had already spent an entire night in front of the sand table.
After countless attempts and adjustments, he finally found a relatively feasible solution.
Although it was far from perfect, it was already the best he could achieve at this stage.
What frustrated him most was a truth he gradually discovered during the experiment:
The effect of resentment and magic power aggregation was inherently two sides of the same coin.
Like light and shadow, life and death, they are interdependent and inseparable.
Resentment provides a kind of "spiritual anchor point," enabling the originally loose magic power to gather;
And the gathering of magic power, in turn, provides a "hotbed" for the survival of resentment.
Completely removing the pollution of resentment was equivalent to utterly destroying the special value of mineral salt.
It’s as absurd as trying to remove all the carbon elements from a diamond — without carbon, there’s no diamond.
"So, all I can do is ’detoxify,’ not ’detoxify completely.’
Ron bitterly summed up.
According to his calculations, this solution could at most reduce residual pollution from 40% to around 5%.
Although there was still cumulative risk, it was within an acceptable range.
As for those resentments condensed into crystals...
Ron stared at the black crystal emitting an ominous luster, his brows furrowed.
This was precipitated from the salt he used as raw material for the sand table simulation.
But Ron could imagine how the salt piles in the pit that Weinard needed to handle could yield mountains of resentment crystals.
Finding a safe way to dispose of this "spiritual bomb" would be another problem to solve.
Perhaps, they could continue to be sealed in specially designed containers?
Or, find a way to slowly digest this energy?
All these would require further research and experimentation.
Nonetheless, his achievement was already astounding.
From "completely unusable" to "limited exploitation possible," it was a qualitative leap.
For a colony urgently in need of energy, the value of this breakthrough was immeasurable.
The morning light streamed through the window, shining on Ron’s somewhat weary face.
He slowly stood up and stretched his stiff body.
In the depths of his consciousness, a detailed technical document had already taken shape:
"Orderly Transformation Plan Based on ’Historical Emotional Entropy’"
——Subtitle: On How to Coexist Peacefully with Millennia of Resentment
This document not only contained all the technical parameters and operational procedures.
More importantly, it represented a whole new way of thinking:
No longer viewing pollution as an enemy, but as something to be understood and guided.
"Hillas, no, Astelir and Weinard will be stunned."
Ron smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.
......
"Baby, are you sure you want to do this?"
Nari’s voice softly rose from the depths of his consciousness, with a tone full of worry:
"Those old foxes aren’t easy to deal with.
If they unite against you, being this far away, Mother won’t be able to rush into the conference room to save you."
Aselia’s Dragon Shadow slowly manifested in the corner of the room:
"From a strategic perspective, this is indeed a gamble.
If you succeed, you’ll gain an unshakable position in the colony;
If you fail, you may be marginalized or even forced to leave early."
"But the survival philosophy of the Dragon Race tells us: true opportunities always come with corresponding risks.
You’ll never achieve a qualitative leap by hiding in the safe zone."
Carlos’s voice also came from the pocket watch:
"According to my calculations, the current timing is indeed the optimal choice.
Professor Weinard’s anxiety over the project’s progress is rising, and Alister’s team’s traditional methods have reached a dead end.
In this situation, any breakthrough solution will be given extra attention."
He added:
"Besides, what you hold is not only a technical proposal but also strategic intelligence about the actual situation on Stoker Star.
Even if the proposal is questioned, the value of this intelligence is enough to ensure your core position."
Ron slowly nodded, carefully placing the technical document he had finished overnight into the storage bag.
"I understand everyone’s concerns; this is indeed a risky move."
He turned to the three "advisors" in the room, his eyes firm:
"But sometimes, being cautious isn’t enough.
Weinard brought me here and gave me this platform and resources, hoping I could provide solutions beyond traditional thinking."
"Now the opportunity is right in front of me. If I choose conservatism out of fear, that would be the real failure."
Nari sighed softly, her worry turning into resolute support:
"Since you’ve already decided, then Mother will fully support you."
Her tone became more solemn:
"However, if any unexpected situation arises, Mother will immediately perceive the change in your spiritual wave.
At that time, anyone who dares to harm my child will have to endure the full wrath of the ’Eye of the Abyss.’"
Although it sounded like an overly protective mother, the threat it contained was very real.
"Thank you all."
Ron straightened his attire and walked toward the door.
"Alright, it’s almost time, I should head over early."
......
After submitting his proposal, Ron found that the atmosphere in the room became as heavy as solidified amber.
Around the oval conference table, the colony’s top technical experts were already seated.
Each had a thick stack of photocopied documents in front of them, with a perplexing title embossed in silver script on the cover: