The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

The three "little birds" happily surrounded Russell, and the Tibbers even hugged his waist with delight.

The three of them said in unison, "Senior! Thank you for your gift! It's so precious! We will definitely make good use of it." Russell smiled and ruffled her hair.

Wan Di's expression remained as indifferent as ever, but when he accepted the bottles of specially made pomegranate-flavored goat milk, his golden-red heterochromatic eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, and he said simply, "Thank you for the gift, I like it very much."

His tone was calm, but not perfunctory. Russell even detected a hint of delight in his voice. It seemed he really liked the gift.

Feng Jin, the current attending physician of the Dim Light Courtyard, accepted the thick book handed to her by Russell with both hands—a complete medical book compiled by him, condensing his life's medical insights.

She held it solemnly to her chest, her eyes sparkling with excitement and appreciation: "Senior... this generous gift is priceless to a doctor. Feng Jin will certainly study it diligently and live up to your expectations."

It was Xiaodie's turn. Russell handed her a pair of gloves that looked ordinary but actually contained complex magical techniques; the silver thread weaving pattern shimmered under the light. "Want to try them on?" Russell encouraged.

Xia Die's violet eyes held a mixture of anticipation and a barely perceptible unease.

She took a deep breath and carefully put on the gloves. The gloves clung to her fingers, providing a strange sense of isolation.

"How does it feel?" Russell smiled, opening his arms. "Why don't you give me a hug now and see for yourself?"

Xia Die's cheeks flushed slightly as she looked at the encouraging eyes of her companions and then at Russell's gentle smile.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered her courage and gently, tentatively, embraced Russell.

One second, two seconds...

The expected cold and deathly silence did not arrive! She could clearly feel the warmth emanating from Russell's linen clothes, and she could feel that solid strength belonging to the living.

An indescribable joy and relief overwhelmed her instantly.

"It really...it really works!" Xia Die's voice choked with emotion, tears welling in her eyes, but her smile was incredibly radiant. "It's wonderful! This feeling...it's wonderful!"

This gift allowed her to touch a warm connection with the living that had long been severed by the power of death.

However, when the excited Xiaodie turned around and subconsciously wanted to hug Medemos next to her, an accident happened.

The moment she touched Medemos's arm, the tall, golden-haired man collapsed to the ground with a thud, as if his bones had been removed, his eyes tightly shut. Russell knew at a glance that Wan Di was dead.

Russell carefully examined the gloves on Wan Die's and Xia Die's hands, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Even mortal creations have their limits. Is this all that can be done?"

The area around the bathtub fell silent instantly. Everyone stared in disbelief.

Russell blinked his pale blue eyes, looked at the lifeless Medemos on the ground, scratched his head thoughtfully, and said with a serious tone of academic discussion: "Hmm... based on the current experimental data, it seems that the effectiveness of the gloves in isolating the power of death still has an individual difference threshold?"

"However, this does lead to a positive conclusion—Medemos's sleep quality is indeed quite excellent. He should wake up soon, right?"

Although the gloves weren't a panacea and couldn't completely block out the powerful death energy of the Butterfly, this result already filled her with immense joy. It meant that she could finally get a little closer to others.

“At least… at least I don’t have to keep five steps apart anymore!” she announced happily. “It should be safe within three steps!” This small amount of freedom was a huge blessing to her.

This small "accident" once again confirmed the truth of Russell's words in the most direct way—he was indeed a being completely forgotten by time and death.

Even the death power that Xia Die possessed, enough to instantly bring down a Golden Descendant, was like a gentle breeze brushing across a hillside, unable to budge him in the slightest.

Bai'e quickly stepped forward and, together with Xi Lian, helped the sleeping Medmus to a nearby recliner. Bai'e patted Medmus's sturdy shoulder and grinned, "Hey, you look skinny, but you're surprisingly heavy!"

"Hmph, the Suspended Peak Man doesn't need anyone's help. Let go of my hand." At this moment, Wan Di once again refused to return to his body. Looking at Bai E, who was smiling and supporting him, he immediately told Bai E to let go of him.

Bai E ultimately couldn't resist Wan Di's insistence and had no choice but to release him. Wan Di then shook his head, regaining his senses. He felt even greater respect for this senior who was completely unaffected by the power of death.

Finally, it was Bai'er and Xilian's turn. Russell handed them a sealed, bulging cloth bag. The two opened it curiously, and inside were seeds of various shapes and sizes, emitting a faint, unique scent belonging to the Elegant Secret Pavilion.

“This is…” Xi Lian carefully picked up a seed.

“Some seeds of plants unique to Erimitche,” Russell explained gently, “were collected during a long journey. I think they might thrive in new soil.”

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"These things are no longer available, so cherish them."

Bai E and Xi Lian exchanged a glance, both seeing immense surprise and emotion in each other's eyes. They bowed deeply to Russell, saying solemnly, "Thank you, senior! This gift...is truly meaningful!"

Holding the heavy bag of seeds, the two silently made a vow: they would carefully cultivate a patch of vegetation belonging to Aili Mishe on the land of Ohma.

This is not only a longing for their homeland, but also the first step they take to rebuild their homes and ignite hope. Every tender sprout that breaks through the soil will be a declaration of fighting against darkness and proclaiming new life.

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Amber Medicine Scroll: Chapter Thirty-Four - The Arrogant Scholar

Russell left Ohma, which was shrouded in the dim light of the Dawn Machine, and returned to the dome of the Garden of Enlightenment, which was constructed from countless branches of wisdom.

The flame of the Fire Chase has been lit, and the responsibility of survival has been passed on like a heavy baton to the Golden Sons. But this does not mean that Russell can relax his guard.

He understood better than anyone the immense uncertainty behind the prophecy of rebirth. The Golden Sons would embark on a journey where they would burn themselves out.

The scholars' mission is to prepare a contingency plan in case of potential failure. The nature of the Kuroshio Current remains a mystery, and research into combating it must not cease.

Bertrand Russell would not give up until the Black Tide had completely receded or the world had fallen into utter silence.

The scholars who accompanied Russell on his visit to Ohmma, upon returning to the scholarly corridors and laboratories of the Divine Tree Garden, couldn't wait to describe the breathtaking scene of the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds to their colleagues.

Their words were filled with excitement and pride. They told everyone they met how their teacher's speech shook the entire Onfaros like thunder, how it shattered the ice of despair in the hearts of tens of thousands of people, and ignited the flames of resistance.

“You didn’t see what it was like!” A young scholar’s ​​eyes lit up as he gestured to his gathered companions. “The professor was standing on the stage, wearing that old linen robe, with that worn-out medical bag slung over his shoulder.”

"He raised his bleeding hand to tell everyone that he was not a Golden Descendant, but just a mortal forgotten by time! Yet this mortal led nearly a hundred generations of scholars from our Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden to persevere for three thousand years under the shadow of the Black Tide!"

For them, the teacher's erudition and gentleness on the podium were like a breath of fresh air, but Bertrand Russell, who stood on the podium and poured out his indomitable cry after three thousand years of solitary journey, was far more magnificent and determined than any authority.

For hundreds of generations of scholars have devoted their lives to the oil lamps in the laboratory, seeking a slim chance of survival among books and test tubes, enduring misunderstandings and even futile skepticism.

At this moment, those gazes finally disappeared. In their place, all the people of Onfaros felt a deep respect for these once unknown, ordinary scholars who had followed Russell on his arduous journey.

Russell quickly composed himself and buried himself again in the mountain of experimental reports, data models, and test tubes filled with various liquids.

The scholars of the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden are assisting Russell in completing numerous sub-projects under the massive task of combating the Black Tide.

The entire Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden is like a precise gear train, providing a solid support for the journey to pursue fire—the allocation of resources, the planning of transportation routes, the analysis report on the latest variant of Kuroshio erosion disease, the large-scale preparation of delaying agents...

All of this was proceeding in an orderly manner amidst an unprecedented unity among the Onfaros.

Walking through the corridors of the Divine Tree Garden, or briefly visiting other city-states, Russell could see the changes in people's faces.

The long-standing lamentation and numbness towards fate are being replaced by a new courage to fight against it.

Although the threat of the Kuroshio Current remains imminent, a crack seems to have been torn open in the gloom of despair, allowing a ray of hope to shine through.

However, amidst this atmosphere of shared hatred and indignation, a discordant note suddenly rang out in the most sacred corner of the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden in an almost blasphemous manner.

“Anaxagoras,” Russell’s voice lost its usual gentleness, crashing coldly and hard into the silent Room of the Forms like frozen earth in winter.

He stood in the doorway, his gaze piercing through the dim light and locking onto the figure inside—two fully armed Tree Court guards clad insignia bearing the emblem of Serhith.

They were firmly holding the man's arms. "Do you know what it means in the Temple of the Gods to trespass into the Holy Land and attempt to merge with the flame of the rational Titan Thersius?"

Anyone who has spent some time at the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden and has had contact with Russell knows that this sage always treats people with a smile, like a gentle spring breeze.

But once all warmth vanished from his pale blue eyes and his expression turned completely cold, it meant that Russell was truly enraged.

The scholar Anaxagoras, escorted by the guards, raised his head. His face showed no fear, but rather an almost fanatical calm, with even a trace of regret at having his ultimate pursuit interrupted at the corner of his mouth.

Russell's anger did not primarily stem from his coveting of the Fire. The Divine Tree Court, which guards the Fire, will one day return it to the cycle of creation—this is Onphalus's cruel destiny.

The core of his anger was the extreme disregard for his own life shown by the person before him! Forcibly fusing with the Titan's fire seed was no less dangerous than throwing one's soul into a crusher.

This kind of behavior, which treats life as a bargaining chip to be tossed around at will, and is done solely to satisfy one's own thirst for knowledge, is the thing that Russell abhorred most in his three thousand years of medical practice, without exception.

Seeing the smile on Anaxxagoras's face, a smile a mixture of madness and obsession, Russell's heart sank to the bottom. Did this guy think he was praising him?

The flame of the rational Titan Thersis floated quietly on an ancient pedestal in the center of the room, radiating a wise, deep blue light. This flame was the cornerstone of the Divine Tree Garden's existence and Russell's deepest bond.

It carried the last trace of his deceased teacher, the rational Titan Serhith's soul. Passing on the flame was tantamount to erasing his teacher's final mark on this world.

That painful moment may be unavoidable, but Russell certainly didn't want it to be now, much less in this way, by being forcibly stolen!

What Russell found even more ironic was that if Anaxagorasken had walked up to him honestly and presented his research, his theories, and why he believed it was necessary to fuse the Fire of Serhis at this moment, Russell might not have so readily refused.

The Divine Tree Garden reveres reason and critical thinking, and any valuable exploration is worth listening to. Ultimately, this arrogant fellow finds persuading this conservative old man too troublesome; his patience is far less than his obsession with so-called ultimate truth.

Therefore, he chose the most direct and dangerous method—at noon today, during the brief gap when the guards of the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden were changing shifts and vigilance was most likely to be relaxed, he took advantage of his knowledge of the outer defenses of the Holy Land as a high-level scholar to sneak into the Chamber of Reason.

He studied for a month, deciphering several obvious warning spells, and believed he was foolproof. Unfortunately, he underestimated Russell.

This sage, who had lived for three thousand years, devoted himself to protecting the Serhis Fire. In addition to the obvious protective measures, there were several extremely subtle warning threads that were almost integrated with the energy fluctuations of the fire itself.

Just as Anaxxramas's fingers were about to touch the ghostly blue flame, an alarm bell, loud enough to awaken the entire core area of ​​the Tree of Enlightenment, rang out, shattering the tranquility of the sacred land.

Surprisingly, Anaxagoras did not resist or try to escape when faced with the swarming guards.

He even withdrew his hand from the flame, simply crossing his arms and giving the nearby Sersis flame one last deep look with a gaze that was a mixture of greed and regret.

Then he waited quietly for the guards to subdue him. His expression seemed to say: since the theft plan has failed, let's try another way—to directly persuade Russell, the ruler of the Divine Tree Court.

Anaxxramas had absolute confidence in himself. He believed that the fragments of truth he had glimpsed about the intricate entanglement between the Golden Seeds and the Titans were enough to shake Russell's convictions.

He seemed to be separated from the ultimate secret that would overturn the entire understanding of Onfaros by only a thin veil. Once he merged with this spark of reason, he could pierce it!

Ceres' wisdom may be the final key to unlocking all mysteries! He is willing to risk everything for it, including his own life and the consequences of offending the sage.

“Sage,” Anaxxramas finally spoke, his voice hoarse with excitement, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light as he met Russell’s cold gaze. “Please hear me out. I am not blaspheming the Holy Land out of personal desire. The answer I seek concerns the nature of the Black Tide, the origin of the prophecy of rebirth.”

“Even… regarding the very reason for our existence in Onpharos, give me a chance to prove it! Merging with it is the necessary price, the only path to the final answer!”

The guards watched Russell nervously, awaiting his orders. Inside the Room of Forms, only the eerie blue light of the embers pulsed silently, illuminating Russell's expressionless face and Anaxagoras's one eye, filled with the fanaticism of a martyr.

Russell's gaze swept over the fervent scholars, finally settling on the eerie blue flame. The flickering light seemed to reflect Serhith's eyes, forever filled with rational inquiry yet tinged with a hint of compassion.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips almost able to feel the cold yet vast fluctuations of knowledge emanating from the spark.

"The price?" Russell's voice deepened, yet carried immense weight. "Anaxagoras, the necessary price you speak of is your own life. If the ultimate answer you seek requires burning yourself as fuel, is there a price high enough to justify losing your life?"

"The final answer to this question is enough to exchange for my life." Although Anaxagoras was being held down by the guards, the confidence on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

He stepped forward, closing in on the restrained scholar, his pale blue pupils seeming to pierce through the other's fanatical facade and gaze into every corner of his soul: "Tell me, is your hypothesis worthy of my, and indeed of all Onphalus's, belief?"

"worth."

"it is good."

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Amber Medicine Scroll: Chapter Thirty-Five - The Heart of a Deceased Scholar

Anacharsagoras pushed open the tightly closed door with a hearty laugh, and walked out step by step with his arms outstretched.

Russell's open-mindedness far exceeded his expectations; he actually agreed to his plan to merge the rational Titan's fire.

Before he could even deliver his carefully prepared remarks, Russell nodded.

At this moment, he was filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Finally, he could use his life to verify the answer that had lingered in his heart for so long.

He walked out of the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden laughing loudly, as if he wanted to share his ecstasy with everyone.

But he disdained to preach like those vulgar scholars. He simply responded to his colleagues along the way with loud laughter, letting them passively experience his joy.

Most of the scholars, upon hearing their usually stern-faced colleague's laughter, merely glanced at him before burying themselves back in their research.

Let a guy who's almost fanatical about academia be happy. Nobody has the time to delve into his colleague's research—which often requires risking one's life for research material; they can't learn that.

His almost self-destructive research methods are something no one can emulate. Furthermore, the topics he researches are often unconventional and unorthodox.

If Russell hadn't allowed for academic diversity, a man like him would have been hanged by the wise men long ago and executed for academic misconduct involving taboo research.

Russell listened to the cheerful laughter fading into the distance, then waved for the guards around him to leave. He was left alone in the room with the fire.

He gazed at the suspended Titan of Reason and whispered, "Teacher, you also yearn to know the answer to that question, don't you?"

“I think your thirst for knowledge far surpasses mine… Soon, we will know. I also yearn to glimpse the truth of creation, and I hope He can give us a satisfactory answer.”

Serhith's flame flickered slightly, as if in agreement. Russell wore a nostalgic smile.

He also looked forward to seeing what results this guy, who was so disrespectful to the Titan of Reason, would come up with.

A week later, Anacharsagoras officially began fusing with the spark of the rational Titans.

But before the fusion process could begin, Russell was shocked to discover that not only was the other party's body already severely damaged, riddled with cracks, but even his soul had been deliberately torn into hundreds of pieces for some forbidden research.

Russell looked into those eyes, which were shining with extreme excitement, and for a moment he was at a loss for words.

This person placed his academic pursuits above his life, and his forced fusion with the Titan's spark was tantamount to suicide.