Chapter 564
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An exquisite chandelier hung from the transparent crystal ceiling. Golden sunlight shone on it, reflecting a rainbow-colored brilliance.
On both sides of the red carpet were rows of white jade-colored chairs. The walls were all specially made white jade-colored reflective walls. Above each flight of stairs was the podium where the lecturer would be seated. The light reflected by the ceiling and the torches would all be focused on the podium.
Glion Church (Conference Hall). As a former religious building, the current conference hall that could accommodate 3000 people could only be considered a small or medium-sized conference hall. However, the rent was equivalent to a conference hall that could accommodate 30000 people.
The reason for this was due to its unique design. The translucent roof and mirror-like walls focused all the light in the surroundings onto the podium. Natural light was sufficient to provide ample illumination … Faintly, there was a special sense of holiness to it.
This was an old trick used by religious buildings. When it came to the design of lighting and illumination, perhaps even physicists couldn't compare to these religious designers who had inherited the Holy Church's legacy.
But now, as the morning light shone on the floor and the holy and dazzling light shone on the podium, this holiness was doing the most blasphemous thing of all.
"… I don't believe that life is anything holy …"
This time, a young man with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses appeared out of nowhere and slowly described his discovery in a calm tone. It was completely different from the previous fanatics who had "broken through the roof" and "the waves in front should die on the beach".
The entrance ticket for this lecture was different from the previous ones that were free. It cost a full 100 gold coins.
The reason why the lecture hall could be filled was because many great scholars had carefully prepared materials and evidence. They were prepared to scold him on the spot.
The reason why the lecture hall could be filled was because many reporters and freelancers were prepared to continue making headlines. Some were even prepared to broadcast the lecture live so that this "clown" would become even more famous and earn more views.
The reason why the lecture hall could be filled was because many spellcasters from the Nature School, Undead School, and Holy Light School were beginning to be interested in this topic. As professionals, they had truly noticed that something was amiss from Rorschach's lectures over the past few days.
"… If you insist on attributing the creation rights of new species to the Gods, then how do you explain the wood spirits that were born during the War of Dawn? After all, Mother Nature was still a mere mortal back then …"
His plain words were full of blasphemy. In the eyes of the young man, everything was just a part of the rules. If he attributed anything that couldn't be explained to the greatness of God, then he would be too unqualified as a researcher.
Rorschach didn't spend too much time on the opening speech. He knew better than anyone that in the academic world, words didn't have much effect. No matter how good one's words were, it couldn't determine whether it was correct or not.
An apple-like red fruit was placed on the stage where the light was focused, hanging from a tree trunk.
Wherever the light reached, the apple was slightly pulsating. It was pulsating slowly and firmly at a fixed rhythm, just like a heart.
"Please allow me to introduce to you my masterpiece, 'Honest Heart.' You can see that it is a pure creation of nature, and other than being a built-in second mana source … it can also break the boundary between life and death."
Facts spoke louder than words. Rorschach began to demonstrate the use of this new gadget.
A corpse placed this heart fruit on it and slowly stood up. Its face was ruddy, and it even faintly breathed and had a heartbeat.
And if this could be explained by Necromancy, the next scene would probably leave even the most knowledgeable scholar at a loss for what to do.
Rorschach stood up and stuck a fruit on the wooden stool behind him. The next moment, the wooden stool came to life.
Yes, it came to life.
The four legs of the wooden stool slowly grew tentacles, just like the roots of a tree. The back of the wooden stool also began to grow green leaves.
On the twisted wooden stool, the wood grain became more and more distorted. When it was bent to the extreme, it even cracked open. The sudden appearance of a few eyeballs frightened everyone.
A wooden stool that didn't have any magical power became a twisted living thing in front of everyone's eyes. The scene was like a horror movie.
However, a wooden stool was still far from a living creature with complete organs. Soon, the heart fruit turned from bright red to light red, from light red to light green, and finally withered.
The living creature once again became an inanimate object. However, at the final moment of the wooden stool's life, it was completely unrecognizable.
It was just like a wooden sculpture of a wild beast. It had two heads, a tail, and more than ten sharp claws. It was just like a shapeless creature from a nightmare.
The ferocious appearance of the stool as if it was hunting down prey doubtlessly meant that it was still struggling to survive until the final moment.
At this moment, the scene instantly became abnormally silent.
There were at least thirty ways for nature magic to make a plant mutate into a magical plant, and there were at least a hundred ways for an Arcane Mage to make a wooden doll move. However, making a wooden stool that had already been processed to have signs of life … that was something that no magic could accomplish. This was something that involved the Creator's authority.
Furthermore, there was no magic passive at all. This wasn't magic at all.
"Everyone can give it a try."
Rorschach smiled and retreated to the side. Today's main character wasn't him.
In a box next to the podium, more than thirty "Honest Hearts" were slowly beating.
After an eerie silence, the true top-level archmages stepped onto the podium one by one.
After they verified the results, if it was really as Rorschach said, it was likely that the biggest news of the year would be released.
Meanwhile, Rorschach maintained a humble smile on his face. He had already received the best reward. As a mage, exploring and researching the truth was a process of improvement.
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