Chapter 1398: Chapter 549: Resentment Ore Vein_3

But the most striking feature is the enormous "mental barrier" at the top of the building.

This semi-transparent shield, composed of pure energy, is like an overturned giant bowl that completely isolates the building from the outside world.

The surface of the shield occasionally flickers with silver-white rune patterns, each flicker representing resistance to some kind of mental impact.

A subtle tension permeates the air, as if even the building itself is trembling at the dangers sealed within.

"I know you’ve been... contemplating some new ideas lately."

Alister stopped at the door, turned, and looked at Hillas:

"Regarding Lecturer Ralph’s theories... what do you think?"

The question sent a shiver down Hillas’s spine.

He knew Alister was probing his stance, trying to understand what kind of thought changes he had undergone during this time.

As Professor Vinard’s most trusted student and technical lead, Alister’s attitude often represented Vinard’s own opinions.

"I... I’ve been re-evaluating some possibilities."

Hillas answered cautiously:

"Facing such a predicament, maybe we need a more open mindset."

Alister nodded: "Then perhaps now is the time to try new methods."

He activated the entrance protection system of the building, and the heavy metal door slowly opened.

What came into view was a laboratory filled with various precise instruments.

Dozens of monitoring orbs hung from the ceiling, constantly scanning every corner of the room.

In the center of the laboratory was a containment vessel.

The container held several human-sized samples of silent mine salt, emitting a faint dark glow.

Even through multiple layers of protection, Hillas could still feel the despair and pain emanating from them.

"These are the largest samples we can stably preserve," Alister pointed to the container:

"Any larger amount would trigger uncontrollable mental storms.

Even these samples are enough to bring unprotected personnel into a severe depressive state within minutes."

Hillas stared at those mineral salts, involuntarily recalling something someone once said in class:

"Every material has its own story... to change them, you must first understand them."

Suddenly, a bold idea began to sprout in his heart.

"Alister," he turned to his colleague:

"What if... what if we change our perspective, and instead of trying to ’eliminate’ or ’purify’ these resentments, we attempt to ’understand’ and ’communicate’ with them?"

This suggestion made Alister pause slightly: "What do you mean?"

"I thought of an occasion when Lecturer Ralph displayed a certain... a certain technique during a cooking demonstration that I couldn’t comprehend at all."

Hillas’s voice began to carry excitement:

"Even though those minerals contained spiritual contamination, he could easily transform it into harmonious energy."

"Are you sure you didn’t see it wrong?" Alister frowned:

"Even a trace of silent mine salt should have detectable contamination."

"I’m absolutely sure."

Hillas’s tone became firm:

"I was sitting in the classroom, watching him incorporate those mineral salts into a soup.

By conventional reasoning, that pot of soup should have emitted a faint aura of despair.

But in reality, the finished soup emitted pure elemental resonance."

In his eyes, there was a look akin to enlightenment:

"Regard these resentments as entities with emotions and stories, and then... try to establish a resonance relationship with them."

"Lecturer Ralph mentioned understanding the ’story’ of each material. Perhaps we’ve been dealing with these resentments the wrong way all along."

"We tried to erase them, but maybe we should... listen to them."

Alister fell silent for a long time.

"This is a... extremely dangerous idea," he finally spoke:

"But considering we’ve reached a technological bottleneck, it might be worth a shot."

His expression became serious:

"Such an attempt requires someone who understands ’resonance theory’ to take the lead. We can grasp the basic concepts but lack the practical experience and intuition."

The two exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding forming in the air.

Hillas took a deep breath, making a decision that could change his destiny:

"I’m going to find Professor Vinard and propose an idea."

"What idea?"

"To invite Lecturer Ron Ralph to join the Resentment Ore Vein project as a special consultant.

Let his ’Soul Symphony’ theory be tested on the actual battlefield."

With these words, the air in the laboratory seemed to freeze.

"Hillas, are you sure?" Alister’s voice carried concern:

"Doing this would mean acknowledging... acknowledging that your previous methods had fundamental flaws."

"Maybe that’s the case." Hillas chuckled bitterly: "Admitting flaws is the beginning of progress."

He looked at those painful, glowing mineral salt samples, relieved, and stretched his body:

"Instead of wasting more time and resources in stubbornness, why not take a gamble.

If Ralph’s method truly works, we’ll all benefit. If he fails..."

Hillas left his words unsaid, not delving deeper:

"If he fails, at least we tried."

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