All this time, Heine pondered a question.

Why does Gen Spirit pollution occur?

Why did the "unnatural death" of the Yuan Ling occur?

How are embers created?

Why is it so chaotic, so painful, so far from the omnipotent element?

Although occasionally there are answers from other people's mouths, as well as his own discoveries.

But these things are like scratching the itch in the boots, and they are a little bit away from the real answer.

And now, as he delves deeper into the Bili world and the underworld, and comes into contact with more primordial spirits, an answer is gradually forming in his mind.

The answer is oppression.

Whether it's spiritism or spells, these are all achieved through primordial spirits.

And the primordial spirit of this world is not just as simple as basic particles.

It's more like some kind of miniature life.

Since it is life, it will be tired, sleepy, hungry, bored, and miserable.

But not everyone cares.

At least not the mages of Vritas.

As far as Heine knew all about the web—this thing didn't need to be charged.

Just think about it, if the magic net is energy-consuming, then how many charging stones will be consumed by the magic net covering almost the entire land?

Obviously, the mages either actively or passively ignored the feelings of the Yuan Spirit, which made the magic net so convenient and fast.

As well as cheap.

But because of this, a large amount of black mud has accumulated in the long process of use.

As Karl had said, the mages had brought disaster upon themselves.

Heine knew he could do the same.

Yuan Spirits are weak and naïve, and deceiving them is simply the easiest thing in the world.

He can also ignore their suffering, enslave them, and force them to work for themselves.

In this way, the new Maikara Mountains will save a lot of money, and the speed of development will be like a rocket.

Maybe sometime in the future, he will find out in his conscience and will think back to the little ones who shouted "welcome~" and "thank you~" to himself.

And then what can he do?

Will he give up his immediate interests and let development slow down?

Definitely not.

By that time, the mountains of McAllay had become a community of interests, and his single-mindedness would inevitably lead to opposition from others, followed by internal friction and self-destruction.

He couldn't help but think of Villitas.

The casters were originally assembled to fulfill Sebitika's will to discover the truth.

Their original purpose must have been pure and noble.

But Vritas became what he is now.

It was hard for him not to suspect that perhaps at some point, the helmsman of Villitas had regretted his initial decision.

It's like he's standing at the crossroads of fate at the moment.

So Heine knew he couldn't afford to repeat the mistakes of the past.

That's why he made everyone who was active in the magic net have to pay for their own existence.

On this basis, with the help of the power of the Yuan Spirit, they also have to pay spiritual power.

Want to prostitute Yuanling for nothing?

Heine was the first to refuse!

…

Leaving the space to explore for the first time, Heine led Ganm to the small Primal Spirit Printer.

It's no different from the machine in the cavern next to Rocktown.

A half-human-high flat worktop connected by a pipe to a fireplace with a silver flame.

The outlet is connected to the cabinet in the real-world conference room.

Many samples, including mirrors, were made here.

Heine explained how to use it here, and then asked Ganm:

"Do you understand?"

Ganm looked at him blankly, "Understand what?" ”

Heine was speechless.

"What I just said is how to use this device, do you understand?"

Ganmu straightened up and said loudly, "I remember it all!" ”

Heine: "Then you can try using it." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Ganm walked over to the counter, his hands on the countertop, words in his mouth.

"Enter the console!"

And then—

Boom!

He slammed into the countertop in a flashback, his head splitting apart like a glass bottle, turning into silver debris flying in all directions.

No way!!

Heine's stupid!

"I let you dip your perception into the console, but I didn't let you into the console!"

However, Ganm apparently did not hear him.

His body was shattered in the inner world and directly disconnected.

Heine hurriedly chased after him.

In the real-world conference room, Ganm sits on the floor with a nosebleed and his eyes out of focus.

Emerald green life energy floated in Linumu's hand, and he held out a finger as he treated him.

"Look, what is this?"

Ganmu was stunned and said, "Two...... Three? ”

Heine: "Is he alright?" ”

"Can't say it's okay...... It's just that he just fell out of his chair and hit his head on the ground. ”

Linumu looked puzzled: "But why do you have a nosebleed?" ”

Heine said I don't know how to explain it, anyway, he shouldn't be too cruel to his soul.

At this time, there was a "bang" behind him.

Heine spun around and looked at the cabinet in disbelief.

No way......

He walked over and opened the cabinet door and pulled out a ...... Silver skull.

It was as big as Ganm's head.

And look at the brain, the outline, the line......

It could really be a print of Ganm's skull......

"What is this?"

The Wood Elves were also stunned.

Why is this still hidden in the conference room of the Lord's Palace?

What do you mean, George was also a necromancer before?

"It's hard to explain ......"

Heine swallowed:

"As you heard earlier, this guy has a talent for resisting soul attacks, so I tried to get him to turn the 'undisturbed calm mind' into a spell, and I got this ...... Why don't you try it? ”

"Huh?"

Linum hesitantly took the skull.

This thing is very light to start and looks very clean.

Except for being a little scary, there is no evil aura at all.

His perception swept through, and there were no anomalous fluctuations on it.

"But how do I use it?" He asked.

"Let go of resistance and let it melt into your soul."

"Okay......"

Linumu calmed himself down.

Soon, his consciousness sank into a pitch-black space.

He had a strong feeling that as long as he tried to break free, he would be able to get out of here immediately.

But a strong curiosity kept him here.

Soon, everything in front of me brightened.

He saw himself in his youth—an elven child who didn't have many wrinkles on his face.

I'm learning the thorn art of the Jungle School.

His young face was covered with beads of sweat and blood scraped by thorns.

He seemed to be an emotionless third perspective, quietly watching "himself" fall to the ground again and again when his mental strength was exhausted, and then he got up again.

This scene is familiar, but not his childhood.

Because he didn't know this kind of spell at the time.

But he clearly remembers that at this time, there was a stern instructor who was pushing himself.

Sure enough, in the next second, an elderly wood elf appeared next to the child:

"Linumu, you are the stupidest apprentice shepherd I've ever seen!"

Syllable!

A whip was whipped on himself.

Linumu felt a burning pain—even though he didn't even have a body.

But the pain is remarkably real.

He remembered, all of them......

This is the illusion I saw when I was promoted to the fifth level!

If nothing else, endless stress and humiliation followed.

Sure enough, the stern old man spoke.

He began to laugh at Linum's stupidity, reprimanded him for his slackness, and scolded him for not having a sense of responsibility.

He spoke of the dire situation facing the Wood Elves today, and talked about withering, as if everything was Linum's fault.

His words were so heart-wrenching that Linum was overwhelmed with a strong sense of guilt.

"One generation is not as good as the next!"

Linumu remembers that he ended up begging for forgiveness when he was on the verge of collapse.

Since then, he has gained the wisdom of his predecessors.

His mastery of the forces of nature grew by leaps and bounds, and he joined the Holy Healing Society to fight to solve the problem of withering.

However, he was always plagued by this heavy self-blame and guilt.

This is true of every shepherd who has been promoted to the fifth level, and the withering is brought about by them, and it must be ended by their own hands.

What the predecessors could not do, we can only rely on the wisdom of the descendants.

This is pollution mixed with the forces of nature.

If he can't solve it, he will become a part of the will like the old man in the illusion, and thus influence more latecomers.

But even though he had such a clear understanding at this moment, the long-lost feeling still came over like pain.

He began to feel restless, guilty, and anxious.

He was overwhelmed by the heavy burden.

Before deciding to become Heine's follower, he spent every minute and second of his life like this.

It's just that his long stay in the mountains of McKala has made him forget about it.

At this moment, an unexpected person appeared in the frame.

It's Ganm......

He strode towards the elven old man, who was reprimanding little Linum.

And then—

Bang!

Ganm went up and punched him.

"Don't hit children!"

(End of chapter)