Chapter 1060: Chapter 930: Escape and Jotunheim

In Sea Origin Calendar Year 205, the fifth year after the first Impact, and the third year after Milan successfully advanced to [Truth Embodiment].

Saint Aiven City, Galliot National University.

"Students, what we are about to study is a great discipline that researches the properties, composition, structure, transformations, applications, methods of preparation of matter, as well as the laws governing material change.

For all of this we must thank our esteemed Duchess, Master Olivia, for the outstanding contributions she has made in this field..."

A middle‑aged professor in formal attire was speaking fluently on the podium, while below him a group of vigorous young people were listening with rapt attention.

It is worth mentioning that among the young people present, a considerable portion were clearly identifiable Nimaster–Atrean mixed‑bloods.

The ethnic integration policy that Aiven had initially formulated had already begun to show its effects today.

From bloodline to culture, there was gradually forming the most stable and cohesive pattern of a single nation, and the new generation of citizens all possessed the fine qualities of obedience to the government, diligence and frugality, and reverence for Gods and nature.

Education had done immense service in this.

Up to this very moment, education within the Duchy was still one hundred percent entirely public. Across ten million square kilometers of land, one could not find a single profit‑seeking private school controlled by Capital.

Especially at the foundational compulsory education stage that concerned the cultivation of character and the shaping of one’s worldview.

This was not because Aiven was an alarmist who insisted that the government must control everything.

Rather, He was soberly aware that if a single opening were left in the realm of education...

Profit‑seeking Capital would, by desperately throwing money, hollow out all the excellent teachers from public schools, and in the blink of an eye turn itself into the main body of education, further shaking the very foundation upon which the nation was built.

This was something Aiven absolutely could not tolerate!

And now, a series of public high‑end institutions, with Galliot National University as their leader, apart from continuously supplying the Duchy with large numbers of high‑level talents in every field...

Also relied on their own advantages at the forefront of "electrical industry," "petroleum industry," "internal combustion engines," and so on, as well as ample research funding and a relaxed academic environment, etc.

To attract large numbers of outstanding foreign Scholars and experts, thereby further forming a virtuous cycle within.

As for the person currently lecturing on the podium...

"Professor Celsus, could you first tell us about this discipline’s applications in real life?"

A student raised his hand with a question, clearly reminded at this moment of the terror once ruled by higher mathematics.

The student’s question was not the main point. The main point was that the middle‑aged professor currently giving the lecture was none other than the "Crowned Wizard" Paracelsus of the Alchemy School’s Magic Potion Branch!

This powerful Wizard, who had already lived for nearly a thousand years, very cheerfully satisfied the students’ request. He casually reached out and grasped at the air, and pulled out a bottle of black, viscous liquid.

He showed it to the students and said solemnly:

"Take this substance, for example. Besides providing coke and coal gas for firing ceramics, coal has given us a very unique liquid—coal tar.

In this substance we discovered true treasure—many precious derivatives. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Among them are several hundred kinds of dyes and a large number of by‑products such as: aspirin, wintergreen oil, saccharin, disinfectants, mild laxatives, perfumes, high explosives, and so on.

This is a very important applied science."

That’s right, this Wizard who had clearly already thrown himself into the arms of the Duchy was not lecturing on "Magic Potion," but on the new discipline established by Olivia...modern chemistry.

Paracelsus, this Crowned Wizard who had climbed to the peak of "Alchemy" by virtue of his own knowledge, naturally had an innate affinity for the discipline of chemistry.

In only three short years, he had already become one of the top three giants in this field in the entire Material World.

As for why this Crowned Wizard, who by rights should have been trapped for four hundred years in the Time Prison of the Third Era’s Muriyan Civilization, could appear here unscathed?

The answer was obvious: the "Time Prison," this natural phenomenon that had once made people turn pale at the mere mention of it, had already been completely shattered!

.....

Broken Star Sea, Dongyi Islands, also the location of the Ten Countries of Zongderilic.

Because the World Consciousness had always refused to accept remnants from before the Era.

Including the Dongyi Islands where the Zongderilic People dwelt, more than half of the "Broken Star Sea" had become a veritable land abandoned by the world.

This Era was like a new shoot sprouting from a decayed body, yet the old stump remained there; you could cut and it would regrow, but the roots could never be severed.

And those Remnant Races that had "survived" in grotesque ways were tumors competing for the nourishment of the new world, which in theory needed to be resolutely excised.

Yet under natural evolution, these "Era Relics" seemed to have metamorphosed into a terminal illness that the World Consciousness could no longer remove on its own.

A still more severe problem was this:

Now it was only the Fifth Era, and the scope of the Relics already spread across the entire "Broken Star Sea." One could well imagine, after another five hundred thousand years, one million years, two million years?

On the New Continent, the Southern Continent, the Source Continent...how many other places would degenerate into Relics? How much living space would humanity have left?

For the World Consciousness, this was a grave issue that demanded an urgent solution.

Starting three years ago, this matter had finally begun to change, and by today, the first phased result was about to be achieved.

The cloudless night sky stretched for ten thousand miles.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

Above the vast archipelago, the tolling of bells never ceased; faintly, one could see the phantom of a gigantic Clock Tower, standing on the horizon like a mountain.

It was as if time and space themselves were being firmly suppressed.

At the same time, a bright "Full Moon" poured down an incomparably cold moonlight.

It dyed the greatest and also the last of the Ten Countries of Zongderilic—Zongderilic Country, Ariane Country, Triton Country, Xiloyus Country... Oriana Country, Omorpos Country, Antai Country—completely silver-white.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!"

Under the lead of the "Snake Witch" Serra, Shadow Dragon Kaka, Calvin, Jacob, Kael, Bach, the sisters Clareesa and Leonara, Thorny Crown Sea Serpent Pipi... these pillars of the School.

A vast swarm of Hovercraft, Cannon Battleships, Sky Knights, Elite Army... charged out toward every direction.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Merciless artillery and bombs razed everything before them to the ground.

However, aside from the very few High-tier Transcendents that jumped out, they encountered almost no meaningful resistance.

In fact, before they even saw the soldiers of the Duchy, most of the Remnant Race had already fallen in their sleep under the Life Tree School’s specialized gene weapon.

Mm, they all went very peacefully, very humanely, and very environmentally friendly.

Over these three years, Aiven and his group had already tested it many times.

So long as these Era Survivors were freed from the Time Tributary, they would immediately lose control and go mad, having absolutely no value or necessity of being saved like Paracelsus.

Ending this Eternal nightmare was, in fact, a kind of release for them.

Within the "Full Moon", Olivia and Aiven held hands, their powers Resonating; [Moonstone: Spiritual Purification] spread out like mercury, sweeping away all the rule remnants of the previous Era here.

At the same time, strange gold-cyan double-helix structures kept sinking into the void, constantly accelerating the process.

One had to admit, three years ago the World Consciousness had indeed been sharp enough.

If one pushed the time back a bit more, Aiven would have scratched his head in the face of this mission.

Just the Time Prison that had lasted several million years was utterly unbreakable, let alone talking about resolving these "tumors of the world."

But once Milan became the[Mysterious Source: Clock Tower], he had already gained initial ability to interfere with the Time Prison and forcibly cut off the Time Tributary.

Even the deadlock that the World Consciousness could not solve finally had a crack pried open; this was the power of knowledge that Wizards possessed.

Not only that.

Olivia’s[Moonstone: Spiritual Purification]could cleanse the rules of the past, continuously weakening the Era remnants within the relic.

And Aiven’s fourth disciple, Kael, had once, through the "Vaccine Theory," contributed an ability[Modulated Pathogen]to the Life Tree School.

Since the four "Era Relics" were like "tumors of the world," then Aiven, who had already become a God, could naturally borrow this technology to develop the miraculous construct that had only existed as a concept—[Adaptive Vaccine].

To ensure that after this world was cured, it would never relapse.

With these three methods working together, they had actually managed to completely clear away this stubborn disease that threatened the world.

Whooo—!

When the last "Divine Son" among the Ten Countries fell under the group beating of a bunch of Wizards of all levels, a vast azure aura almost condensed into substance immediately descended upon this place.

Although clearing these "tumors" was not the tide of the world, but a personal mission belonging to just a few of them, a massive amount of[World’s Favor]still flowed into their account.

Moreover, as the purge operation had advanced all the way until now, the Life Tree—whose roots had long since pierced the void and sunk deep into the three springs—had been rapidly growing all along.

Until today, when they achieved a phased victory.

Rumble...

Aiven’s[Wizard Secret Realm]let out continuous thunderous roars.

Although the[Central Courtyard], which had originally grown to nearly thirty thousand square kilometers, had stopped expanding.

The second canopy of the Life Tree, however, fully matured at this very moment, simultaneously opening up a second vast Secret Realm world.

To commemorate the God of Giants’ aid, Aiven rubbed his hands excitedly and named this layer of Secret Realm[Jotunheim].

At the same time, He also received feedback from the Life Tree.

The limit to how many branches of the Life Tree could grow should be nine, which meant that in the future, with[Central Courtyard]as the core, nine Secret Realm worlds would be born one after another.

By that time, it would be when the final plan was launched.

However, looking at the gradually skewing style, Aiven scratched his head a little:

"Am I about to migrate from the ’Life Tree’ path to the ’World Tree’ route?"