Foolish Game of the Chapter 665: Silence — Silence Again!

Everyone present was dumbstruck.

The scene was so unthinkable that they couldn't help but admire the Tower of Logic's myriad bizarre and ingenious thods for studying deities and Divinity.

"These gossar threads — that's... Divinity?"

Honestly, this was the first ti Cheng Shi had ever seen Divinity in a state beyond pure radiance. Mo Rabic nodded, lifted the Abyss Colorful Crystal slightly higher, and signaled to his companion with his eyes — it was Allendor's turn to operate.

The experint's true mastermind clearly wasn't Mo Rabic, who had opened the ore's pocket, but the quieter Allendor standing off to the side. His expression was complicated, yet after surveying the scene, he shuffled over with a look of resigned acceptance.

As Mo Rabic said — they had no choice.

With deep gravity, Allendor took Zangier's finger and began channeling the power within it, transforming it into a filant far thinner than the threads of Divinity themselves. He carefully guided it down into the mist to sense, separate, and coax apart the intertwined strands of Divinity.

Allendor's expression was rigidly focused during the operation — not a single word. Mo Rabic, however, seed more like a Truth scholar than a Folly wise man. Serving as the "experintal stand," he patiently and thoroughly narrated for the audience:

"When the Creation Alchemy Departnt first discovered the existence of Abyss Colorful Crystal, they attempted every conceivable thod to access the Divinity within. But Divinity is holy — it tolerates not the slightest contamination by mortal impurities. The mont any ordinary force entered the mist, the Divinity would shatter instantly, dissipating into mundane dust.

So don't be fooled by how effortlessly Allendor is inserting the 'Divinity separation tool' — that single step alone took the Tower of Logic over a century to figure out.

Until the day a scholar learned that Zangier had completed the Stars Dagger experint and was actively stealing the gods' Authority. That's when a bold idea took root among the team mbers. They set their sights on Zangier himself. After waiting many years — until the mont Zangier suffered the backlash and transford into the Doomsday Hanged Man — our fathers made their move.

By then, Zangier was far beyond mortal. Under the tempering and refinent of divine Authority, he had drawn infinitely close to Them. Though the experint ultimately ended in disaster, what was a catastrophe for the Stars Dagger was a one-in-ten-thousand opportunity for our fathers.

So they circumvented the Erudition Presidium's oversight, opened the Stars Dagger's gate, and sacrificed nearly an entire team's worth of lives to sever a small section of Zangier's finger.

But no one could have imagined — their original plan wasn't for just a small finger segnt. They'd wanted Zangier's entire arm..."

Mo Rabic's reminiscence was tinged with wistfulness. He snorted, as if mocking his forefathers' overestimation of their own strength — yet also perhaps mocking himself, for never having the chance to accomplish anything as magnificent.

"They miscalculated. No matter how weakened the Doomsday Hanged Man was, he remained an existence that had transcended mortality. Without any assistance or the Erudition Presidium's support, they couldn't have done much to Zangier. So they grabbed the finger and retreated.

But operating a finger to do what a whole arm was ant to do was imnsely difficult. They spent ages learning to harness the finger's power.

During that ti, they were exiled to the Underworld with nowhere to go. But the experint continued — until we took over and repeated it for decades before finally seeing hope.

Allendor may be an imbecile when it cos to interpersonal relations..."

The scalpel in Cheng Shi's hand twitched before Mo Rabic could finish his sentence — he was afraid this badly-tid disdain would disturb the experint. But Allendor's hands were rock-steady, his state utterly stable. He seed to have shut out all external noise, his entire being subrged in the work of separating Divinity.

"But when it cos to Divinity research and hands-on experintation, he's a genius — one no less talented than our fathers!

He successfully devised the thod for extracting Divinity, connected every stage of the experint, and from the last piece of Abyss Colorful Crystal in our possession, separated out a small portion of Divinity. Unfortunately, we had no ans of storing it at the ti, and that infinitely precious Divinity simply... dissipated into the wind.

Now, we've designed the experintal equipnt for storing Divinity. I believe that with your... esteed support, we'll have sufficient resources and conditions to refine Divinity in large quantities!"

The mont his words ended, Allendor suddenly reacted. His entire body shuddered violently, and then, his face dark as ink, he sighed:

"I failed."

"???" Cheng Shi's mind went blank. 'Wait — your buddy just spent all that ti hyping up how incredible you are, and the second he finishes, you fail?'

'Are you deliberately trying to slap him in the face?'

'But wouldn't the slap hurt your own face even more?'

Yet before the explanation ca, Cheng Shi already spotted the reason. These two wise n were simply too exhausted. After their long journey and the fright they'd endured, their energy was clearly depleted.

This was his own oversight. Cheng Shi pursed his lips and casually fired a Spirit Spell at both of them.

Allendor's spirit surged. A keen light flashed in his eyes again, and he looked ready to make another attempt — but this ti, Cheng Shi refused.

"Forget it. There's no need to waste ti right now. Once we deal with A Rad and seize control of the mine, we'll have plenty of ti to process the Abyss Colorful Crystal.

What do you say, gentlen?"

Of course, Cheng Shi's question wasn't directed at the two wise n but at the two Torchbearers present. Qin Xin and the Blind One also felt it was enough for now — they only needed to confirm the extraction was viable. Before more resources were "secured," there was no rush to obtain the first batch of Divinity here and now.

The Blind One nodded, then looked at Allendor's hand.

Though the wise man had failed, that failure wasn't entirely fruitless. He'd clearly extracted a small portion of Divinity — and this Divinity seed sohow... familiar.

"It's miscellaneous, useless wild god Divinity. I can sense it contains Death, Decay, and Order Divinity — but I was too exhausted to separate them. I only managed to extract this small fragnt of wild god Divinity.

But believe

— right now, I'm fully capable of extracting those individual types. I wouldn't need long — just one night."

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"..."

"..."

All three players fell silent once more. Not because they thought the tifra was too long — but because the so-called "wild god Divinity" he'd described...

It wasn't from any wild god at all!

It was clearly the Divinity of Silence!

Cheng Shi's pupils contracted sharply, his expression transforming. How strange — how, in the middle of the Civilization Era, when even Folly existed only through a handful of Seedling Followers, was Silence's Divinity already... compressed into ore?

What in the world was going on?