Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1411: Chapter 553: Millennium of Tainted History (Part 3)

But now it seems that this ’pollution,’ which complements the richness of Magic Power, was intentionally created from the beginning!

The native forces not only have a complete system to effectively utilize it.

These resentments are even their core and most powerful source of strength!

Ron thought of the ’Captain of the All Gold Warriors,’ who seemed to be the strongest combat power among the natives.

In hindsight, he most likely was just a ’Security Captain’ role on the surface.

And the reason why he and his ’Single Gold Warrior’ squad were restrained by the ’Resentment Gold’ modified by Vinard is understandable.

Because this ’Resentment Gold,’ and the power symbolized behind it, perhaps is itself an upper-level application of the Gold Burning Technique.

The fact that Vinard could develop ’Resentment Gold’ from the Gold Burning Technique might be guided by the rules of this world.

And the true and terrifying power of the native civilization, enough to threaten the level of a Great Wizard, is hidden beneath this ’waste mine’ of the Resentment Ore Vein!

They were never unable to deal with these resentments.

On the contrary, they have been meticulously ’raising’ and ’nurturing’ this power, just like farmers cultivate crops with patience and care!

’The depths behind it are much more profound than Vinard imagined...’

Ron took a deep breath.

He was very aware that the strategic value of this discovery might even surpass the Purification plan itself.

It is enough to overturn the entire colony’s understanding of Stoker Star, rewriting all strategic layouts.

However, at the same time, he also understood the danger of this secret.

’This information must be told to Vinard in person at the most appropriate time.’

For now, he needs to first solve the ’technical problem’ in front of him.

With this new understanding of the essence of resentment, Ron finally realized that the so-called ’Purification’ was a complete fallacy from the start.

These resentments are not ’impurities’ that need to be eliminated, but ’wild beasts’ that need to be retrained.

What he must do is a taming!

’Aselia, please monitor the outside, try to ensure I am not disturbed for ten hours.’

’I need to conduct some... unconventional experiments.’

Aselia keenly noticed the change in his tone; it was a heaviness that comes from uncovering the truth.

’Do you need any assistance?’

’Not for now. At this stage, only I can complete it.’

The night was like ink, and Ron had been sitting in front of the sand table for three hours.

The darkness in the virtual mine seemed to come alive, surging, roaring, and tearing with each of his attempts.

Those millennia-old resentments were like captive dragons, displaying the most violent hostility to any outsiders that tried to approach.

’The seventh attempt.’

He took a deep breath, tracing intricate paths with his ten fingers in the air.

Magic Power flowed like silk from his fingertips, weaving into a complex rune matrix in the air.

The power of [Impromptu Fugue] was fully activated.

A Rune Mother emitting a cold silver light took shape at the heart of the mine.

It was the ’Purification Chapter’ he had meticulously designed over two hours.

As soon as the mother structure settled, it split and grew rapidly like a seed breaking through the soil, giving rise to hundreds of sub-runes in the blink of an eye.

They arranged themselves into a neat array, like a Silver Armor Knight Order, advancing in all directions.

Each sub-rune emitted a pure light of order, attempting to forcefully bring the chaotic resentment under its control.

At first, everything seemed to be going according to plan.

The resentments began to contract under the illumination of the light of order.

The frantic Spiritual Waves gradually calmed down, and even some strands of dark Energy started being absorbed and transformed by the sub-runes.

However, just as Ron thought success was within reach...

’Roar——!’

A roar spanning a thousand years erupted from the depth of the mine!

It was an angry bellow emitted by countless souls simultaneously.

Each syllable carried blood and tears, and every shout told of unwillingness.

The resentments saw these runes attempting to ’purify’ them as new oppressors.

Just like those overseers brandishing whips thousands of years ago, trying to erase their existence and deny their pain.

The counterattack came swiftly and brutally.

The darkness surged like a tide, swiftly engulfing the ’Silver Armor Knight Order.’

The sub-runes shattered like paper under the impact of resentment, and the mother structure collapsed under the immense spiritual pressure.

Boom——!

A violent explosion occurred in the mine.

The shock wave even broke through the limitations of the sand table, causing Ron’s consciousness to tremble.

’Cough, cough...’

He opened his eyes, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Even though it was only a simulation, the rebound of that resentment still inflicted slight mental trauma on him.

Failed, utterly failed.

Ron wiped the bloodstains from his lips, lost in thought.

Outside the window, three stars had completely sunk, only the faint light of the Crystal Tree flickered in the distance.

Aselia dared not disturb him at all, merely floating silently to the door like a faithful guard.

The room held only his rapid breathing, interspersed with a few coughs.

"No... the method is entirely wrong."

He stood up, slowly pacing the room.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

"I’m still using the mindset of a Clockmaker," he shook his head in self-mockery:

"Always thinking of replacing rusty parts with a more sophisticated set of gears, covering chaotic systems with more advanced rules."

He stopped, turning to gaze at the sand table where darkness continued to churn.

"But this resentment is not malfunctioning machinery; they... they are souls weeping for millennia."

Ron closed his eyes, recalling the scenes he had seen in the history rewind:

Trampled spines, stripped organs, eyeballs strung into necklaces...

"They don’t need to be ’corrected’ or ’purified’. "

He spoke softly, his voice carrying a sense of compassion:

"What they need is... to be heard."

.........

In the next attempt, Ron adopted a completely different strategy.

He no longer constructed any aggressive runes.

Instead, he created a special field based on [Chord Resonance].

The composition of this field was extraordinarily unique:

There was no purifying Holy Light, no suppressive frenzy, only three most primitive emotional frequencies:

Somber, like the silent mourning standing before a mass grave;

Witnessing, like a Historian facing the solemn records of truth;

Understanding, like a Mother gently embracing as she listens to her child’s lamentations.

This field seemed to quietly say:

"Your pain is real, your anger is justified, your existence is meaningful. Please tell me, what have you truly experienced?"

As this field slowly unfolded, a magical thing happened.

The originally frenzied resentment suddenly quieted down.

They still surged, they still howled, but that aggressive hostility vanished.

Just like a prisoner locked away for a thousand years suddenly discovering that standing outside the cell door was not a prison guard, but someone willing to listen to his story.

The resentments truly began to "speak".

No, more precisely, they began to release their spiritual waves in rhythm.

Those chaotic energy flows gradually formed some peculiar yet harmonious rhythm.

If one had to describe it, it felt like a requiem composed of pain.

Some express fatigue and despair during labor;

Some spill anger and loneliness from betrayal by companions;

Some mourn the unwillingness and fear at the moment of death...

"Good..."

Ron softly encouraged, beginning to implement the next phase.

He used [Improvisational Fugue] again.

But this time, the rune mother was simplified to the extreme.

Only one word: "Gate."

The symbolic meaning of this "Gate" is "release" and "rest".

It doesn’t compel, doesn’t command, merely stands silently there like an eternally open door.

Then, a scene that even surprised Ron occurred.

Under the guidance of the [Chord Resonance] field, the rune mother of the word "Gate" began to operate on its own.

Unlike usual, it didn’t spawn sub-runes.

Instead, it regarded the flowing resentment itself as moldable "living sub-runes"!

Under the direction of the "Gate," the resentments spontaneously formed channels of energy.

Like souls finding their way, orderly and even with a sense of liberating calm, they slowly flowed out of the ore vein.

This process lasted a long time.

Ron, like a patient shepherd, used his fields and runes.

Guiding these souls weeping for millennia, step by step out of their cage.