Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 554 New Writing Rules
When the discussion reached the core of the technical details, Ron projected a personnel deployment diagram into the air.

"The key to the success of the ceremony lies in the accuracy of the 'emotional translation'."

He pointed to the core of the array:

"I need several of the most experienced Three-Eyed Elders in the colonies to form the core of the 'psychic array'."

They will be responsible for capturing and analyzing the raw frequencies of the resentment, providing the foundational data for subsequent resonant modulation.

This arrangement received unanimous approval from the experts present.

The Three-Eyed Clan elders possessed unparalleled spiritual perception abilities throughout the entire colony, making them the wisest choice to serve as sensing nodes.

However, Ron's subsequent addition caused a huge uproar, like a stone thrown into a lake:

"At the same time, I requested that my student Lila be added to this array as an auxiliary node."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surprised murmur arose in the conference room.

Zera, who was sitting in the elders' seat, suddenly stood up.

His third silver eye flashed with anger:

"Absolutely not!"

Elder Zera's voice boomed like thunder throughout the conference room:
"Ralph, do you know how terrifying the mental impact of a core grudge can be?"
Even we old folks who have cultivated for hundreds of years find it difficult to face such evil thoughts!

He pointed to the point of light representing Lila in the projection, his tone filled with unwavering resolve:
"No matter how talented a sixteen-year-old child is, he cannot withstand such a terrifying mental shock! We cannot risk the colony's most precious wizarding seed!"

The other elders nodded in agreement, their concern genuine.

Lila, a mixed-race descendant, is the hope for the future of their branch of the family.

Putting her in such a dangerous situation was, in their eyes, an unforgivable act of madness.

Despite the elders' fierce opposition, Ron did not back down in the slightest.

"Elder Zera, please forgive my bluntness."

"It is precisely because Lila is of mixed race that she possesses a crucial advantage that you lack."

This statement made the elder's third eye widen even more, clearly finding this "superiority theory" unbelievable.

Ron continued to explain:
"Although the spiritual power of the pure-blooded three-eyed race is strong, it is also more 'pure' and 'single-minded' because of it."

This purity is an advantage when faced with a single, clear spiritual goal, but it becomes a constraint when dealing with complex, chaotic information.

He pulled up a comparison chart of mental waveforms:

"When faced with this kind of resentment that is mixed with thousands of years of history and full of internal contradictions, an overly pure spirit is more likely to produce a 'rejection reaction'."

Just as pure water churns violently when it encounters murky mud, the spirit of a pure-blooded three-eyed race instinctively resists and rejects chaotic resentment.

Elder Zera frowned. Although he was reluctant to admit it, Ron's theory did have some merit.

They did indeed experience severe psychological conflict during previous resentment contact experiments.

“And Lila’s human blood.” Ron’s tone became more profound:

"It endowed her mental structure with a natural 'resilience' and 'inclusivity'."

While humans lack the powerful sensory abilities of the Three-Eyed Race, they possess greater mental resilience and resistance to chaotic information.

He pulled up Lila's performance data from the last historical infiltration:

"This resilience allows her to absorb and digest spiritual information gradually, like a sponge absorbing water, rather than shattering like glass when struck by a hammer."

Vinard touched his chin.

Having transformed himself into a cyborg, he naturally understood the unique advantages that "fusion" could bring better than anyone else.

Thinking of this, he turned to his students:
"Design a top-level 'mental meltdown mechanism' for Lila."

If her mental stress exceeds 80% of the safety threshold, immediately and automatically disconnect her from the array! I must ensure her absolute safety!

Alistair nodded immediately:
"Understood! I will design a triple insurance mechanism to ensure absolute safety!"

Seeing that the sole ruler of the colony had agreed, Elder Zera could only sigh:
“In that case, let’s do as Instructor Ralph arranges. But I request that Lila’s condition be monitored throughout!”

The atmosphere in the meeting room became positive again.

Two days later, in the early morning, at the core mining area of ​​the Resentment Mine.

Beneath the crystal dome, an experimental field equipped with state-of-the-art equipment is fully ready.

In the center is a transparent reaction chamber that is three meters high, filled with ten tons of dormant mineral salt.

These mineral salts, under special light, appear an eerie deep purple, with black mist constantly rising from their surface.

It was surrounded by layers of protective magic arrays, each radiating energy of a different color.

The outermost layer is an "absolute isolation barrier" personally set up by Vinard, which can withstand a full-force attack from a Grand Wizard without breaking;
The middle layer is a "multi-frequency resonance suppression field" designed by Alistair, which can prevent the runaway spread of energy;

The innermost layer is the "mental pollution damping net" meticulously crafted by Silas, specifically designed to filter harmful mental radiation.

Around the reaction chamber, seven precisely positioned platforms are arranged in sequence, forming a perfect seven-pointed star array.

Each platform is equipped with state-of-the-art mental linking devices and vital sign monitoring systems.

The four elders of the Three-Eyed Clan were already in place, dressed in traditional ceremonial robes, their third eye gleaming with focused light.

Lila also stood in a corner of the platform, her eyes firm despite her nervousness.

A runic amulet was affixed to her forehead; it was a "mental fuse" specially made for her by Alistair.

Ron stood in front of the command console, where hundreds of real-time parameters were displayed on the control panel.

His hands moved rapidly across the rune-projected keyboard, making final preparations for the upcoming "Symphony of Resonance".

Silas and Alistair stood on either side of the technical console, responsible for monitoring and adjusting various technical parameters.

Vinard's projection hovered above the experimental field, overlooking everything like a guardian deity, ready to step in and save the day in times of danger.

"All units, conduct a final system check."

Ron's voice echoed throughout the entire test site via the communication system, carrying the calmness and authority characteristic of a commander.

"Three-Eyed Elders Formation, report status!"

Elder Zera's voice came:

"The mental link is stable, the sensory network is deployed, and we can begin probing at any time!"

"Lila, tell me how you feel!"

The girl took a deep breath:

"Mental state is good, auxiliary sensory system is functioning normally, ready!"

"Alistair, technical support!"

"All protection systems are functioning normally, energy output is stable at 95%, and all safety systems are activated!"

"Silas, rune array!"

"The basic rune matrix has been deployed, and the resonance modulation device is in place. Rune weaving can begin!"

Ron closed his eyes, feeling the almost frozen tension in the air.

“Professor Vinard,” he finally confirmed to the projection in the sky, “if things get out of control.”

"I will end everything before you can react."

Vinard's voice was firm and reliable:
"Rest assured and continue to give orders, young 'commander-in-chief'."

Ron slowly opened his eyes and began to move his hands across the control panel.

The first rune matrix—the "Gate" rune—began to unfold around the reaction chamber, emitting a gentle silver light.

"The first movement, 'A Thousand Years of Sleep'."

His voice became deep and rhythmic, like a true conductor waving his baton on stage:
"The main theme is 'sorrow,' in G minor. Lila, begin translating!"

Lila's silver eyes on her forehead opened instantly.

A gentle spiritual probe carefully touched the salt mountain in the reaction chamber.

In an instant, the sorrow accumulated over a thousand years surged forth like a tidal wave.

The souls who died silently deep in the mines began to tell their stories:
Hunger, exhaustion, despair, loneliness.
Every emotion pierced Lila's spirit like a sharp sword, but she gritted her teeth and began the "translation" work.

"Translation complete!"

Her voice trembled slightly from intense concentration:
"The main emotional frequency is locked at 77.4 moles, presenting as a stable low-frequency sine wave!"

However, there was 1.2% of mixed noise based on feelings of 'betrayal'! This data has been pushed to your consoles!

Alistair looked at the waveform that suddenly appeared on the screen:
"Data received! The resonant force field is synchronizing and constructing a basic resonant field of 77.4 Moms! Energy output is stable at 78%!"

Ron's hands moved rapidly across the rune projection, and one "chord rune" after another began to unfold around the reaction chamber:

“Very good! Now, let’s resonate with it using the frequency of ‘understanding.’ Don’t fight it, just listen.”

Wonderful things began to happen.

The originally turbulent black mist began to subside slowly, and the purple light on the surface of the mineral salt also softened.

It was like a mournful requiem beginning to play in the experimental field.

Everyone could feel the deep sorrow that came from a thousand years ago.

However, just when everything seemed to be going well, the situation suddenly changed drastically!

"Warning! Warning!" Lila's voice became urgent: "Resentment has been awakened! A surge of 'anger' is coming in! It's an extremely jarring 'augmented fourth' chord!"

The salt mountain in the reaction chamber began to shake violently, and black mist shot towards the dome like a volcanic eruption.

The angry roar even broke through the heavy defenses and echoed throughout the entire experimental field.

The various parameters on the monitoring equipment began to fluctuate wildly, and the hazard warning lights flashed into a sea of ​​red.

Lila's face turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead like raindrops.

"Translation in progress! High-energy mental shock detected! Numerous irregular 'sawtooth waves' appear on the energy spectrum! Chaotic entropy is increasing exponentially!"

Silas stared at the wildly flashing rune projection in front of him and shouted:

"The rune matrix has been severely impacted! Multiple nodes are experiencing unstable oscillations! Immediate adjustments are required!"

Alistair's forehead also began to sweat:
"Energy imbalance! Multi-frequency interference has occurred in the resonant force field! The system is attempting automatic correction, but the results are unsatisfactory!"

At this critical moment, Ron's voice resounded like thunder throughout the entire experimental field:
"Don't panic! This was expected!"

His hands moved like phantoms on the control panel, and a brand new runic structure began to rapidly take shape in mid-air:
"We want to construct a dynamic 'inverse chord' rune to guide it, not to fight it!"
Alistair and Silas, please buy me 0.3 seconds of energy pulse buffer time! I need to 'transfer' the entire resentment system!

"Understood!" Alistair gritted his teeth and unleashed his full power:

"Run at maximum power! Energy shield fully activated!"

“Received!” Silas’s fingers flew across the rune keyboard:
"Construct temporary stabilizing runes to buy time for the transfer!"

In that precious 0.3 seconds, Ron accomplished something almost impossible:
He transformed the originally intense "anger" frequency into an "anger variation" that perfectly harmonized with the main theme of "sorrow" through ingenious rune modulation!
He is like a genius composer, transforming harsh noise into the powerful, indispensable parts of a symphony.

Ron gave this terrifying resentment its own "voice".

"We did it!" Lila shouted excitedly.

"The frequency of anger has stabilized! It is now resonating harmoniously with the main theme!"

A "symphony of resentment" began to resound throughout the experimental field.

It was the collective outpouring of countless souls over the millennia, filled with sorrow and anger, despair yet tinged with a glimmer of hope for liberation.

Under Ron's direction, these once chaotic and disordered spiritual energies began to rearrange and recombine according to the logic of music.

Second movement, third movement, fourth movement
Each movement represents a different aspect of resentment, and each key change transforms chaos into harmony.

As the last note dissipated in the experimental field, the mineral salt in the reaction chamber had completely lost its eerie purple glow, instead emitting a pure silvery-white shimmer.

The black mist that once roared like a demon has completely dissipated, replaced by a gentle silver aura like morning mist.

"Purification successful!"

Alistair looked at the surveillance data and announced incredulously:

"The pollution residue rate is only 4.7%, which is well within the safe range!"

"The magic gathering effect retention rate is 98.3%!"

Silas reported with equal excitement:

"We not only eliminated the pollution, but also completely preserved the unique value of the mineral salt!"

The entire experimental field erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.

This was not Ron's victory alone, but a masterpiece of teamwork.

Ron provided revolutionary theories and guidance, while Lila and the Three-Eyed Elders served as crucial "translation bridges."

Silas and Alistair used their top-notch technical skills to turn crazy theories into reality.

Even Vinard was surprised.

In his expectation, no matter how talented this young man was, he would have to experience at least five or six failures before he could hope to reach the edge of success.

I never expected to achieve such a perfect result on my first try.

"A remarkable art of conducting."

Vinard's projection slowly descended to the ground.
“You showed me what true ‘integration’ really means.”

Just then, an untimely, sharp voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the harmonious atmosphere like a blade.

"Nonsense!"

Gregory abruptly stood up from his seat, his face, hardened by years of war, now flushed red.

His fist slammed heavily onto the crystal tabletop, producing a deafening thud.

"Even if it succeeds, it's a personal, unreplicable mystery!"

His voice echoed in the spacious conference hall, each syllable carrying an undeniable anger:
"Our wizarding civilization is built on a rigorous knowledge system and must never rely on this so-called 'artistic inspiration'!"

How could a plan relying on luck and intuition possibly become the cornerstone of our conquest of another world?

He pointed at Ron, his eyes burning with a fanatical flame:
“The mining project for this vein will last for at least several decades. You can conduct a ‘symphony of resentment’ today, but what about tomorrow? What about next month?”

Can you continue your music game when faced with completely different types of pollution?

Gregory's questioning was like ice water poured over everyone's heads, quickly cooling their previous excitement.

Indeed, Ron's abilities were too mysterious, relying too heavily on his personal talent and intuition.

This "non-replicability" often means huge risks in industries that pursue standardization and large-scale production.

All eyes were on Ron, waiting for the young "conductor's" response.

How will he defend his "art"?
But Ron didn't panic at all; he even chuckled softly.

He slowly rose, his composed demeanor suggesting he had anticipated this moment.

“Mr. Gregory, you are right, a knowledge system does indeed need to be rigorous.”

But have you ever wondered who first 'wrote' the knowledge we now hold as gospel?

This question startled Gregory slightly, but he quickly regained his composure:

"Of course, it's the sages and great figures of all ages who, through countless experiments and verifications..."

"Sages of past dynasties?"

Ron interrupted him, his tone carrying a profound, thought-provoking meaning:

"So, what rigorous knowledge system did the first wizard who discovered the principle of 'elemental resonance' base his discovery on?"

"The first wizard to successfully cast 'Blink,' and based his design on which 'standard textbook' did he design the space-folding rune?"

Ron paced slowly through the conference hall, his voice echoing beneath the dome:

“Every ‘standard theory’ that is now written into textbooks was once a kind of ‘personal metaphysics’ at the moment of its birth, and was once questioned as ‘unreplicable artistic inspiration’.”

He stopped and looked directly into Gregory's eyes:
"The real difference has never been the opposition between 'science' and 'metaphysics,' but the divergence between 'innovation' and 'conservatism.'"

As he said this, a glint of pride flashed in Ron's eyes:

“Mr. Gregory, I understand your concerns.”

But I want to remind everyone that the path I've taken has never been built upon 'existing knowledge systems' from the very beginning.

He surveyed the crowd, his voice clear and steady:
"When I first became a full-fledged wizard, I chose the 'authentic path'."

As soon as these words were spoken, a slight commotion arose in the conference room.

The wizards present all showed subtle changes in their expressions.

They certainly knew what the “authentic approach” meant.

It was a perilous path that required abandoning all established models and relying entirely on one's own unique understanding of the nature of the world to open the "door to wisdom."

Just as everyone was still processing this information, Vinard's electronic voice sounded again.

This time, his voice carried a solemnity reminiscent of recounting history:

“Gregory, it seems you, like Alistair, have been in a comfortable position for too long and have forgotten the foundation of our civilization.”

Vinard's mechanical eyes swept over everyone present:

The first rule of the "Witch King's Laws" is not punishment, but protection.

Its top priority is protecting wizards like Instructor Ralph who have chosen the 'authentic path'.

He went on to explain:

"Because the very existence of a person who chooses the 'authentic path' and survives has already proven to the entire civilization that the unique 'theory' he comprehended is effective and valid!"

"Therefore, what the law grants them is not a privilege, but a 'theoretical priority'."

This means that when their theories conflict with existing systems, we cannot reject them simply because of a 'lack of precedent' or 'incomprehensibility'.

"On the contrary, we have an obligation to provide a fair opportunity for verification based solely on 'practical results'."

Vinard's words were like a mountain, completely crushing all the conservatives' doubts.

Gregory's face turned pale instantly.

He certainly knew the weight of the "Witch King's Decree," an ironclad rule that even the Grand Wizard dared not easily disobey.

Ron's counterattack is not over yet:
"My teaching methods and my purification rituals are by no means fantastical ideas built on thin air."

They all originate from an older tradition, one closer to the essence of the world.

His voice became solemn and profound:
"The greatest thing about wizarding civilization is that it has always preserved a sacred and inviolable path for those who 'write new rules'."

(End of this chapter)