Chapter 1274 - 511: Death’s Guidance_3

Chapter 1274: Chapter 511: Death’s Guidance_3

During the entire testing and contract process, Ron noticed the "emotional" changes of the base station.

When someone showed tension or fear, the blood vessel patterns on the walls became brighter;

When the atmosphere turned relaxed, those sensory organs slowly closed as if they were dozing.

The entire base station indeed possessed some form of consciousness, observing, analyzing, and even "tasting" each visitor’s emotions and intentions.

"There’s no need to worry, everyone." Uther seemed to notice the unease of the three:

"Although the King of Geometry hates us, it has learned to unconditionally obey.

Thousands of years of torment have thoroughly crushed its will; now it is merely a very obedient tool."

After all procedures were completed, the administrator led them to the teleportation gate area.

After all procedures were completed, the administrator led them to the real teleportation gate area.

It was the core part of the base station and the location of the King of Geometry’s brain.

Here, biotechnology and space magic achieved a perfect integration, creating a miraculous channel connecting different worlds.

......

Ron stood in front of the teleportation gate, checking his equipment list for the last time.

In the spatial bag, various necessities were neatly arranged:

Alchemy tools, magic potion materials, emergency potions, and the "Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide," "Paradox Dice," those important equipment.

Professor Yutel quietly stood beside him, the silver glow of the Void Remains casting a hazy reflection on the crystal ground.

"Remember what I said before, child."

The old professor’s voice was like the breeze of an autumn night:

"Vinard is a top-notch technical expert, his meticulousness and dedication are worth learning from.

But at the same time, be wary of the blindness that pure technicism can bring."

His Void Remains slowly turned to Ron:

"Sometimes, focusing too much on ’how to do’ makes people forget ’why do it.’

Vinard in this area... has a profound lesson."

Ron seriously nodded: "Are you referring to his exchange of homeland belonging?"

"Not just the transaction itself, but the mindset behind that exchange."

Yutel slightly shook his head:

"When a Wizard starts treating their emotions, memories, and even humanity as ’exchangeable resources,’ they’ve already embarked on a dangerous path."

"There’s something else."

He took out a light green ring from the depths of the Void Remains:

"This is the ’Mint Ring,’ the first alchemy piece I tried to make when I was young.

It was then that I realized I had absolutely no talent in alchemy.

Its function is simple, when you feel anxious, it can automatically release a zeroth-ring ’Refreshing Spell’ to make you feel a bit better."

Ron carefully took the ring:

"This must hold great commemorative value for you, professor..."

"Of course, it witnessed my growth from a reckless youngster to today’s Great Wizard."

Yutel shook his head with a smile:

"It’s precisely because it holds commemorative value that I give it to you, I hope it can accompany you and witness your growth journey."

"Treat it like an old friend.

When you’re lost, perhaps it will remind you to recall our conversation today."

Ron placed the ring on his right ring finger, the metal touch was gentle and fitting.

"Thank you, professor. No matter where I go, I will remember your teachings."

"Good."

Yutel nodded satisfactorily, then looked at the teleportation gate that had started to operate:

"Time is almost up, Vinard’s guidance array over there is already in place."

The doorframe made of metal and crystal began to emit a soft blue light.

Space started to warp at the portal center, forming a passage to a distant otherworld.

At the other end of the passage, one could see the exotic realm’s landscapes.

Red sky, floating rock platforms, and the outline of the distant steel giant city.

"Go now, child." Yutel said softly:

"Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you are never fighting alone.

Behind you, there are expectations and blessings from all who care about you."

Ron bowed deeply: "Professor, I will make you proud."

Just as he was about to step into the teleportation gate, the "Eye of Time" on his chest suddenly conveyed a weak and cold sensation.

That feeling was like invisible frost flowers condensing on the crystal surface.

At the same time, his "Spirit Realm Perception" was passively triggered, the entire world experienced earth-shattering changes in his eyes.

The physical structure of the teleportation hall still existed, but in the deeper dimension, he saw a completely different scene.

Professor Yutel’s Void Remains were dimmer than ever.

The silver glow flickered like a candle in the wind, at any moment it could extinguish.

Around the old professor were numerous semi-transparent figures.

Those souls carried gentle and affectionate expressions, quietly watching their former master.

Ron recognized some faces among them.

Some died due to accidents in academic research, some met with misfortune while exploring historical truths, others passed away naturally due to age.

These souls were tightly gathered around the old professor, waiting for a reunion with him.

And at this moment, an extremely thin, almost transparent black thread extended like spider silk from the depths of nothingness, entwining the old man’s ankle.

In mysticism systems, this black line had a special name— "Death’s Pull."

"Professor..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but found any words seemed pale and powerless.

Could he tell the old professor about this foresight already known by the other?

Could he grasp the other’s hand and plead for him to take care of his health?

Could he request him to wait until he returned before leaving?

All these words congealed in his throat, transforming into silence.

Death for this long-lived old man may not be an enemy.

His mission was accomplished, his wisdom was passed on.

Now, he merely waited calmly for the predetermined moment, like waiting for a class to end.

Yutel seemed to notice the abnormality in Ron’s expression, gently asked:

"What’s wrong, child? You look..."

"Nothing, professor."

Ron was trying hard to control his emotions, his voice trembling slightly:

"I just suddenly feel that this farewell is more... difficult than imagined."

The old professor’s Void Remains flashed slightly:

"Real farewells are never an ending, but another form of beginning."

His voice became gentler:

"Those who once inspired us will forever live in our hearts in the form of wisdom."

This sentence pierced Ron’s heart like a sharp blade.

Old professor must have guessed something, but he chose this way to comfort himself.

Ron took one last look at Yutel, engraving the other’s face deeply in his memory:

"No matter how far I go, I will remember every word you said today."

"I believe you will."

Yutel smiled with relief, then waved his hand:

"Alright, hurry along, don’t keep Vinard waiting too long."

Ron took one last look at the old man, turned around, and stepped into the teleportation gate.

He forced himself not to look back anymore.