The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1280 377: 178th Void Realm_4

Once they lost their connection, and before achieving any significant progress, his academic career would be almost over.

Professor Arist would be utterly disappointed in him, and he would become the abandoned minor character.

Of course.

This path was something he chose himself, after all.

Without Professor Arist's promotion, relying solely on his own strength, it would be absolutely impossible for him to reach the position of Master.

In the Tower of Great Sage, there are too many capable people.

"Keep observing."

Looking at his despondent subordinates, Merk continued expressionlessly.

"Gray Men are not as foolish as you imagine! I believe they have the 'insight' to perceive the Void Realm, which is why they could develop such a highly prosperous civilization."

"We should be more patient with them!"

Even though Merk's palms were sweaty with nerves, his heart was filled with confidence.

He had repeatedly studied Prince Colin's paper, almost breaking down every word to digest it completely.

Initially, like most scholars who read the paper for the first time, he thought it was nothing but ridiculous nonsense attributed to sheer luck. But when he saw the detailed, undeniable observational data, and the clear, logically sound theoretical model, his mindset instantly shifted from disdain to shock, eventually turning into a sincere admiration mixed with jealousy.

This guy is simply a genius!

And the bravest kind!

Long ago, Mages in Academic State proposed similar conjectures to actively guide the civilization within the Void Realm, deepening the connection between the two worlds, rather than just passively observing. However, this conjecture remained a conjecture, with no one daring to attempt this bold action.

No one dared to take this risk!

Yet Prince Colin not only dared to face the risk of the Void Realm collapsing but also accomplished it all in one go!

Since Prince Colin had already proven this path was feasible, they just needed to follow the path he walked once more!

Merk had no doubt he had thoroughly grasped His Highness's paper and distilled it into a summary of Void Realm exploration.

First, they must find a suitable representative within the Void Realm. Then, they would grant him absolute authority and strength through 'miracles.' With this as a foundation, they would establish a unified religion. Ultimately, the entire civilization would inevitably transform into the shape they desired, allowing them to gain more benefits from the newly born world!

Perhaps sensing his strong longing, as time accelerated behind the Void Realm, his long-awaited opportunity finally arrived.

It was a dying Scavenger.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, or maybe he accidentally triggered some terrible trap, he suddenly collapsed onto the chaotic pile of garbage, with gills formed by countless fine folds gently pulsating in the thick poisonous mist, resembling a fish stranded ashore.

At the end of life's journey, his fate bore an uncanny resemblance to the civilization behind him… This hunched figure seemed like a microcosm of the entire Gray Men civilization.

He did not give up, still reaching out, trying to crawl away from the junkyard.

Even this resilience and stubbornness mirrored the dying civilization, taking advantage of every chance for survival, struggling like countless Wastelanders among this wasteland.

In the final moment of life, he let out the most primitive roar at the sky in pain and despair, venting his longing for survival.

And it was precisely this intense will to live that unexpectedly connected him with someone on the other side of the Void Realm, who also had a strong desire to survive!

It was a lofty presence, gazing at the dying world with wise eyes, like the death god that controls all things.

"It's him!"

In that instant of eye contact with the lowered gaze, Merc's eyes ignited with passionate light, ordering the researchers to cease the acceleration of the Void Realm.

Undoubtedly —

This was the best intervention object bestowed upon him by Saint Sis!

In this land full of despair, was there a better candidate to spread the gospel of Holy Light than this dying poor soul?

He almost immediately chose this guy, deciding to elevate him as his "Divine Envoy," founding a nascent religion on the wasteland that worships the "Outer World Savior," forcibly redirecting this struggling civilization on the path of "Spiritualism!"

Just as Prince Colin had demonstrated to them!

Turning to the equally excited assistants, with an undeniable, nearly fanatical tone, he ordered loudly.

"Heal him! No, first tell him my name!"

"Then, grant him life—"

"And the strength he desires!"