Chapter 1418: Chapter 556: The End of the "Suspension

"And I am walking on such a road."

As the words fell, Ron no longer hid it and slowly spread his palm open.

A blazing silver light rose from his palm, illuminating the entire conference hall like a newborn star.

The eternally reconstructing, supremely crafted [Artisan Maze Key] quietly hovered before everyone.

Every surface of it was undergoing endless geometric transformations.

The light spots inside collided, merged, and separated like star dust, computing the complete cycle from creation to end.

Merely gazing at it instilled an indescribable awe in everyone present, deep within their souls.

It’s a shudder when facing "creation" itself, a tremor at the brink of touching divine miracles.

Data streams instantly overloaded in Vinard’s mechanical eye, emitting a slight popping sound.

As a Great Wizard, he could feel the terrifying power contained within this key more than anyone else.

It wasn’t a simple energy fluctuation, nor was it some powerful spell effect.

It was a "concept pressure" that transcended individual power:

A will imprint from one of the greatest existences of the Second Era.

"The Creator’s legacy... the... candidate of the Ancient Alchemists!"

At this moment, the entire conference hall fell into a deathly silence.

Gregory was even more struck by a bolt from the blue, standing there in a daze.

He finally understood what kind of existence he had just questioned.

This was someone recognized by the "Creator" and qualified to explore the ultimate mysteries, a candidate of the Ancient Alchemists!

Before such an identity, any "personal metaphysics" or "irreproducibility" seemed small and laughable.

Ancient Alchemists were existences who "wrote rules."

Their methods inherently surpassed conventional knowledge systems.

To question them was equivalent to questioning the very foundation of Wizard Civilization itself.

Ron slowly closed his palm, and the key vanished once more.

The pressure in the conference hall dissipated, but everyone’s gaze towards him had completely changed.

"Now." Ron surveyed the room indifferently, and no one dared to meet his gaze:

"Does anyone still question the ’rigorousness’ of my methods?"

Gregory silently sat back down, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

At this moment, Ron’s "suspension period" had completely ended.

All the doubts, all the provocations appeared small and laughable before the Creator’s legacy.

He no longer needed to prove his worth or gain others’ recognition.

His very existence was the most perfect proof.

Like a candle suddenly lit in the darkness, it didn’t need to explain why it shone; its glow was the answer.

Vinard slowly stood up from the chair, his half-mechanical face filled with unprecedented solemnity.

"Lecturer Ron Ralph."

His voice echoed through the silent conference hall, each word as heavy as cast iron:

"Your identity is enough to redefine the cooperative relationship between us."

"The issue of the Resentment Ore Vein is just the beginning. The secrets hidden within this planet are deeper than anyone can imagine. We need true unity, true trust, to face the challenges ahead."

.........

Three days later, a "Vein Purification Industrialization" meeting chaired by Vinard was held in the colony’s highest-standard council chamber.

The round table was crafted from a single large transparent crystal, with densely packed data charts and technical parameters projected on its surface.

The participants were top experts from various fields in the colony:

In addition to the core technical team, several key figures such as mining engineers, safety supervision experts, and resource allocation managers were included.

The air was filled with an optimistic atmosphere after success.

Everyone present believed that since the first experiment yielded results, the remaining task was to scale up and improve efficiency.

However, when Ron stood up to speak, he first threw a cold splash of water.

"Professors, experts,"

His voice resonated clearly within the crystal council chamber:

"Before we begin discussing industrialization plans, I must correct a dangerous cognitive misconception."

With a slight wave of his finger, the projection system on the conference table responded immediately, displaying the complete data record of the purification ceremony from a few days ago.

"Our success a few days ago merely built a stage for ’playing a requiem,’ successfully completing the ’dress rehearsal’ of the first movement."

His tone was as sharp as a scalpel:

"This is far from being a once-and-for-all victory."

These words hit everyone’s heart like a heavy hammer.

The originally heated discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone looked tensely at this young "Creator’s" inheritor.

Ron pulled up the analysis data of the "Resentment Crystal" and the residual resentment wave diagram of the processed "Silent Mine Salt."

"We must clearly recognize two core issues."

He held up one finger:

"First, the dynamic pollution source."

"The ’Resentment Ore Vein’ is by no means a static pollution source.

As mining deepens, we will encounter ore layers carrying stories from different historical periods."

The projection displayed a three-dimensional cross-sectional view of the ore vein, with different depths of rock layers marked in various colors, like a history book written in blood and tears.

"Today, we placate the lament of the ’first-generation slave workers,’ tomorrow we might face the anger of ’rebels suppressed,’ and the day after we may encounter bizarre energies leftover from ’priest spellcasting.’"

His voice grew increasingly solemn:

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