Chapter 1408 - 552: Demon God Faction_3

Chapter 1408: Chapter 552: Demon God Faction_3

Just as the thoughts in his mind surged, the Communication Crystal suddenly emitted a faint glow.

It was a brief message from Hillas:

"Lecturer Ralph, gather at the mine entrance at six tomorrow morning.

All technical equipment and personnel are in place, just waiting for your arrival."

This message was like a bucket of cold water, pulling him back to the concrete reality from grandiose imaginings.

Yes, no matter how thrilling the Era struggle of the ’Two Kitchens’ is, no matter how thought-provoking the teasing philosophy of the King of Absurdity is.

He now faces an extremely specific, extremely urgent technical challenge.

The Resentment Ore Vein project cannot wait for him to slowly digest these profound insights.

Tomorrow, in that mine filled with millennium-old resentment, he must provide a satisfactory answer.

"However..." Ron straightened up:

"Perhaps this is precisely a practical opportunity."

He recalled the last sentence of the Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide:

"Are you prepared to be a diligent construction worker, or ready to be an improvising actor who surprises the leading actors at any time?"

It seems the problem he will face with the Resentment Ore Vein can perfectly verify this choice of direction.

The traditional "construction worker" approach is the standard purification scheme used by Hillas’ team over the past decade:

Suppress chaos with stronger rules, control variables with more precise technology.

While the "improvising actor" approach means truly interacting and conversing with the "other actors" (the resentment itself) based on a thorough understanding of the "script" (the historical origins of resentment)...

He needs to do thorough preparation.

No matter how exquisite the theory, if it cannot be transformed into an operable technical plan, it is just a castle in the air.

And to convert crystallized thoughts into engineering practice, he needs more than speculation; he needs countless simulation exercises.

Fortunately, he now has the best "rehearsal venue": the civilization sandbox left by the King of Perfection.

Ron took a deep breath, starting the final preparations for the forthcoming "dress rehearsal."

In the depths of tomorrow’s mine, it will be his first true experiment to integrate the wisdom of "Order," "Chaos," and "Absurdity."

If successful, he will clarify his path through this practice and gain unprecedented status in the colony, ending the so-called "suspension period";

If he fails...

He shook his head, banishing such thoughts from his mind.

Now was not the time to consider failure.

Under his will, the mysterious sandbox granted by the King of Perfection slowly emerged from the depths of the Sea of Thought.

At this moment, the dramatic influence of the "Paradox Dice" had already faded.

The sandbox restored its true identity as a precise simulator:

Cold, rational, yet containing infinite possibilities.

Ron took a deep breath and carefully retrieved a lead box sealed with multiple rune restrictions.

This seemingly ordinary metal box was densely engraved on the surface with damping runes, isolation circuits, and spirit barrier arrays.

Each protective measure strived to suppress the terrifying energy sealed inside.

Inside the box lay quietly a dark crystal weighing less than ten grams and the size of a fingernail.

This was the sample of "Silent Mine Salt" that Alister had deliberately given him for pre-study before leaving the experimental area.

Even such a small piece, containing coagulated resentment, made him, a Moonlight Level Mage, feel a deep penetrating dread.

Even through heavy protection, that tidal wave-like sense of despair continued to erode his mental defenses.

He must constantly maintain the protective barrier he constructed to isolate that chilling horror as if trying to drag his soul into the Abyss.

"Is this the ’trace’ left by millennial oppression..."

Ron gazed at the seemingly ordinary dark crystal.

In his observer’s eyes, enhanced by the Eye of Observation, this mine salt was far from a simple mineral.

It resembled more a vessel of pain, a historical tome written with blood and tears.

He gently placed the lead box on the edge of the sandbox, onto the silver-glowing "data input interface."

As magic power was injected, the interface immediately emitted a gentle blue glow, like awakened eyes beginning to "observe" the sample.

"Analyze the complete information structure of this substance and construct a full-scale simulated mine environment with this as the core pollution source."

Ron focused his spirit and issued explicit instructions to the sandbox.

He originally anticipated that this would be an extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive complex deduction process.

After all, reconstructing a complete mine environment from such a tiny sample would require astronomical computational resources.

However, what happened next completely exceeded his expectations.

The sandbox only flickered for less than ten seconds.

The crisscrossing energy circuits lit up like tides and extinguished, the entire process happening so fast that one couldn’t capture the details.

The next moment, when the light faded, a realistic virtual mine enveloped in dark resentment appeared before him!

This was not a crude diagram, nor an abstract data model.

This was an almost lifelike complete world—

In the deep mine tunnel, ancient wails echoed;

The damp walls seeped with stains of despair;

The air was teeming with a suffocating sense of oppression;

Even the long-gone miners’ shadows seemed to reappear and repeat their work from life in the darkness...

The energy fluctuation, emotional frequency, and historical resonance were identical to the real sample, even more refined in some details!

Ron’s heart skipped a beat as he quickly realized the crux of the problem:

"This isn’t deduction... This is ’retrieval’ and ’reconstruction’!"

The true horror of the sandbox gifted by Hephis might not reside in its so-called "simulation computation capability."

Its true terror possibly lies in storing the "source data" of nearly all known materials, phenomena, and historical events since the Second Era within!

What it just did was precisely and accurately retrieving the complete archival information of the "Silent Mine Salt" from this vast database.

Then, like building blocks, it swiftly generated the corresponding high-precision simulation scene.

"No wonder it is a treasure left by the Creator’s first disciple; apparently, I underestimated it, this is no simulator..."

Ron thought with newfound appreciation:

"This is a micro ’Great Library’!"

Simultaneously, another idea flashed like lightning across his consciousness:

If he could integrate this "Great Library" containing a "vast database" with his simulation device full of "chaotic variables"...

The two might achieve complementary advantages:

One providing precise foundational data and the other introducing sufficiently numerous random variables.

The fusion of order and chaos is exactly what the Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide depicted as the true illustration of the "roommate reconciliation" parable, isn’t it?

Temporarily suppressing this thought, Ron began to enter the main topic.

He activated his historical perception ability, cautiously plunging his consciousness into the crisis-ridden virtual mine.

The next moment, millennia of accumulated despair hit him like a tsunami.