Unholy Player - Chapter 543: The Sun
Chapter 543: The Sun
“Maybe we can take reference from the 4 main Paths for the solution.” A young woman in a lab coat offered it, drawing every head toward her, her hands held still at her sides to hide their tremble.
Dr. Mara looked at her calmly. “Go on.”
The young researcher, with all eyes on her, looked tense, but she steadied herself and spoke, choosing each word carefully.
“We already assume that Dark Radiation is a form of energy. So if we think about it this way, if we can understand what the 4 main Paths and the Gods’ energy sources are like in terms of characteristics, maybe we can use that as a starting point and make it easier to find a source for balance.”
As she spoke and realized everyone was listening, she gathered courage and continued.
“For the Blood God, His Dark Radiation has the blood characteristic within it. From the reports about the 4 main ones, God Astrael’s Dark Radiation characteristic should be something physical, something present in every physical structure.
Goddess Aetheris’s should come from spirituality, like emotions, feelings, and thoughts.
God Ignivar is the one whose source comes from movement, and lastly, Goddess Nethera’s source, by contrast, should arise from phenomena tied to decay and reconstruction, things like entropy-driven breakdown, biological decomposition, corrosion, mutation, and the restructuring that follows collapse rather than simple annihilation.”
She kept speaking about the simple, basic research, but as she laid it out, the researchers understood the point she was driving toward, and several of them exchanged quick looks, the idea clicking into place.
“So we just need to look at nature to find Dark Radiation that has the balance characteristic.”
At that moment, the murmurs rose again, quickly turning into chaotic shouting, suggestions spilling out faster than anyone could organize them.
“What about the seasons? Summer, winter, spring, autumn… they represent balance, right?” someone suggested through the noise, eager to seize the first obvious pattern.
But it was rejected quickly. “It’s useless. In the Outer Region there are no proper 4 seasons, and on Earth we already messed up that cycle.”
After that, another voice rose with another suggestion. “What about life and death? That’s also a kind of balance in itself.”
However, that idea was also quickly rejected. “No good. The idea already embodies the characteristics associated with Goddess Nethera. I don’t think we can use the same thing. Furthermore, are you aware how many lives we would need to kill to collect that energy?” The question cut through the room, practical and cold. It slowed a few people into uneasy silence.
The thoughts and suggestions rose and fell one after another, the noise never stopping until a voice silenced them again.
“What about day and night?” Henry blurted out the first thing that came to mind, confident it had to be the answer they were looking for.
The researchers rejected it immediately, without even bothering to soften their tone.
“Day and night are not balance. They are a rotation-driven cycle. Day exists because sunlight reaches this side of the world, and night exists because it does not. There is nothing being equalized, and there are no two opposing forces being balanced. There is no corrective mechanism, no redistribution, and no stabilizing feedback. It is simply exposure and absence,” one of them stated, flat and final, like a definition pulled from a textbook.
Another voice cut in with the same dry certainty. “If it represents anything, it represents dominance and ego. It’s like saying, ’You want light? Fine, I’ll give it to you.’ Then it leaves, like we are not worthy of it. Then it returns again, like, ’I’m back. Now appreciate it.”
A quiet remark backed him up, tinged with pity. “And the moon? Don’t forget that poor moon. It carries the light every night just to give us something so we don’t fall into complete darkness.”
Henry listened, dumbfounded. He did not expect that kind of reaction. They sounded as if they hated the sun, and they seized the first chance to mock it. The speed and certainty of their rejection caught him off guard.
But not all researchers were against his thought, and one of them actually chose to support his idea, cutting through the ridicule before it could spread further.
“What if we don’t think about Earth’s sun but the sun in the Beyond?” Dr. Mara asked thoughtfully. Her tone made it clear she was not defending Henry’s idea. She was just shifting their frame of reference.
“The Beyond’s sun? That changes things…” someone muttered, and the room’s energy shifted again, curiosity replacing the earlier dismissal.
The sun in this realm was very different from the sun they had always known, different enough that even the word “sun” felt like an approximation.
It was not a being whose presence created day and whose absence created night, but a force that held and applied both opposing terms, with contradiction built into its very nature.
In the day, it spread warm golden light across the land. At night it burned in monochrome, casting black-and-white light. It never left the surface without illumination, yet it adjusted that light in a balanced way, measuring how much the world could endure without being consumed.
“The sun here somehow possesses the ability to create both day and night, almost as if it has its own mind. It creates balance and order, keeping the planet’s life in equilibrium.” Dr. Mara already seemed determined about their next research target.
The researchers accepted it without needing further discussion and moved at once.
Some reached out to other departments, especially the Astral Observation Department, tapping numbers into the interfaces on their wristwatches to request support.
Others were already heading out to fetch the devices needed to capture and measure the radiation emitted by the sun.
Only Henry remained behind, standing there and watching the room with a quiet smile and clear interest.
He was sure that once these people set their minds on something, even the sun would not stay a mystery for long.
