Chapter 1417 - 555: Writing New Rules_3
Chapter 1417: Chapter 555: Writing New Rules_3
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In this precious 0.3 seconds, Ron completed an almost impossible operation:
He transformed the originally intense "anger" frequency into an "angry variation" precisely tuned through intricate rune modulation, perfectly harmonized with the main melody of "sorrow".
He was like a genius composer, transforming harsh noise into an indispensable powerful part of a symphony.
Ron allowed this terrifying resentment to find its own "voice".
"It’s a success!" Lira exclaimed excitedly:
"The anger frequency has stabilized! It is resonating harmoniously with the main melody!"
The whole experimental ground began to echo with an unprecedented "Symphony of Resentment".
It was the collective confession of countless souls over millennia, sorrowful and angry, desperate yet carrying a hope of liberation.
Under Ron’s direction, those once chaotic and disordered spiritual energies began to rearrange and combine according to the logic of music.
Second movement, third movement, fourth movement...
Each movement represented different aspects of resentment, each modulation transforming chaos into harmony.
When the last note faded in the experimental ground, the mineral salts in the reaction chamber had completely lost that eerie purple glow and instead emitted a pure, silver-white micro light.
The black fog that once roared like demons also completely dissipated, replaced by a gentle silver mist like morning fog.
"Purification complete!"
Alister looked at the monitoring data and announced incredulously:
"Pollution residual rate is only 4.7%, fully within the safety range!"
"Magic power aggregation effect retention rate is 98.3%!"
Hillas excitedly reported as well:
"We’ve not only eliminated pollution, but also completely preserved the special value of the mineral salts!"
The entire experimental ground burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers.
This was not just Ron’s personal victory, but a pinnacle achievement of teamwork.
Ron provided the revolutionary theory and direction, Lira and the elders of the Three-eyed Race acted as critical "translation bridges".
With their top-tier technical expertise, Hillas and Alister turned the crazy theory into reality.
Even Vinard was surprised.
In his expectations, no matter how genius this young man was, he would need at least five or six failures to hope to touch the edge of success.
Unexpectedly, the first attempt resulted in such a perfect outcome.
"Remarkable conducting art."
Vinard’s projection slowly descended to the ground,
"You have shown me what true ’integration’ means."
At this moment, a discordant sharp voice suddenly rang out, cutting the harmonious atmosphere like a blade.
"Nonsense!"
Gregory suddenly stood up from his seat, his face, made harsh from years of warfare, turned fiercely red.
His fist slammed heavily on the crystal tabletop, producing a deafening crash:
"Even if you succeed, this is an irreproducible personal mysticism!"
His voice echoed in the spacious conference hall, each syllable carrying undeniable anger:
"Our wizard civilization is established on a rigorous knowledge system, and cannot rely on such so-called ’artistic inspiration’!
How could a plan reliant on luck and intuition become the foundation for us to conquer the otherworld?"
He pointed at Ron, his eyes burning with obsessive fire:
"Today you can conduct a ’Symphony of Resentment’, what about tomorrow? Next month?
When faced with completely different types of pollution, can you continue your musical game?"
Gregory’s skepticism was like ice water dousing over everyone, swiftly cooling the earlier excitement.
Indeed, Ron displayed abilities that are too mystical, too dependent on personal talent and intuition.
This "irreplicability", in the pursuit of standardization and scalability in industrial civilization, often means enormous risk.
All eyes focused on Ron, waiting for the young "conductor’s" response.
How would he defend his "art"?
Yet Ron was not flustered; he even chuckled softly.
He slowly stood up, his poised demeanor as if he had already foreseen this moment:
"Mr. Gregory, you’re right, the knowledge system indeed needs rigor.
But have you considered, who first ’wrote’ the knowledge we now venerate?"
This rhetorical question made Gregory slightly stunned, but he quickly regained his composure:
"Of course, it was the wise and great ones of past generations, through countless experiments and validations..."
"Past wise ones?"
Ron interrupted him, his tone carrying a profound meaning:
"Then, the wizard who first discovered the principle of ’elemental resonance’, what ’rigorous knowledge system’ was he based on to make that discovery?"
"The wizard who first successfully performed the ’Blink’ spell, which ’standard textbook’ did he base his design of space folding runes?"
Ron paced slowly in the conference hall, his voice echoing under the dome:
"Every ’standard theory’ now written into textbooks, at the moment of its birth, was once some kind of ’personal mysticism’, was once questioned as ’irreproducible artistic inspiration’."
He stopped walking, meeting Gregory’s eyes:
"The true difference has never been between ’science’ and ’mysticism’, but between ’innovation’ and ’conservatism’."
At this point, a glow of pride flashed in Ron’s eyes:
"Mr. Gregory, I understand your concerns.
But I want to remind everyone that the path I have walked was never built on the ’existing knowledge system’ from the very beginning."
He surveyed the room, his voice clear and steady:
"When I advanced to become an official wizard, I chose the ’Path of Truth’."
With the utterance of this sentence, a slight commotion rose in the conference room.
The wizards present all showed subtle changes in their expressions.
They certainly knew what "Path of Truth" meant.
It’s a path forsaking all established models, relying entirely on one’s unique understanding of the world’s essence to open the "Gate of Wisdom", a path of nine deaths and one life.
A wizard who chooses this path and survives, is one in a million.
While everyone was still digesting this information, Vinard’s electronic voice rang again.
This time, his voice carried a solemnity of recounting history:
"Gregory, it seems you, like Alister, have stayed too long in comfortable positions, forgetting the foundation of our civilization."
Vinard’s mechanical eyes swept across everyone present:
"The first decree of the ’Witch King Decree’ is not punishment, but ’protection’. And its utmost priority is to protect wizards like Lecturer Ralph who have chosen the ’Path of Truth’."
He continued explaining:
"Because a person who chooses the ’Path of Truth’ and successfully survives, their existence, in itself, has already proven to the entire civilization: The unique ’theory’ they comprehend is valid, is established!"
"Their path itself is a living new theory that has undergone the most brutal verification!"
Vinard’s voice grew deeper:
"Thus, the decree grants them not privilege, but a ’theoretical priority’."
This means that when their theories clash with the existing system, we cannot simply dismiss it due to ’lack of precedent’ or ’incomprehensible’."
"On the contrary, we are obligated to provide a fair verification opportunity with ’practical results’ as the only standard."
Vinard’s words, like a mountain, thoroughly crushed all conservative doubts.
Gregory’s face turned white.
He clearly understood the weight of the "Witch King Decree", an iron law that even the Great Wizard dared not easily defy.
Yet Ron’s counterattack wasn’t over:
"My teaching method, my purification ritual, are not mere castles in the air of mysticism.
They all originate from an older, closer inheritance to the essence of the world."
His voice became solemn and profound:
"The greatest aspect of wizard civilization is precisely that it always preserves a sacred and inviolable path for those who ’write new rules’."