Normally, even with the Illusion Rule Seed, it takes decades or even hundreds of years to condense a prototype of an Illusionary Dimension.
The reason it takes so long, apart from the inherent difficulty of condensing the prototype of an Illusionary Dimension,
is because condensing the prototype is also a process of fine-tuning.
The prototype of an Illusionary Dimension is the embryo of an Illusionary Dimension, determining the future of this dimension.
The Condenser naturally wants to shape this dimension into the form that is most hoped for and most beneficial to themselves.
Looking at the mere seventy-seven days of melting time before him, Richard was momentarily uncertain whether to proceed.
He did not know what the result would be after the melting.
Perhaps sensing Richard’s confusion, the Miracle Furnace transmitted another message.
[During melting, the prototype shape can be molded]
"But isn’t seventy-seven days a bit too short?"
[Melting can be paused]
Richard was slightly surprised, it was his first time seeing that melting could be paused.
"Can melting always be paused?"
[Any action can be paused]
Richard was momentarily at a loss for words, realizing he knew too little about the Miracle Furnace, not even basic functions .
However, this pause feature seems rather useless.
It can be used somewhat for carving the dimension prototype, but normally, whether refining techniques, refining information, or melting rules, pausing is not needed.
"Since it can be paused, it makes things much easier."
Without further hesitation, Richard immediately chose to refine.
In the next moment, the Illusion Rule Seed in Richard’s hand disappeared abruptly, along with the rules and Power of Dimension inside him flowing into the depths of his soul.
Richard’s consciousness arrived at the Spirit Space, where he saw the Illusion Rule Seed in the Miracle Furnace growing new leaves in the Miracle Fire.
Then, with a thought, he established a connection through the Miracle Furnace and Illusion Seed.
At the instant of connecting, Richard’s consciousness detached from his body and even his soul, entirely entering an indescribable Illusion World.
Upon entering this world, Richard’s consciousness even went offline, only adapting to this world long after.
Or rather, his consciousness finally found a suitable imagery to manifest this world—this is the void before everything begins, the emptiness after everything ends.
This world is like an empty canvas, the chaos before heaven and earth opened in myth.
And he is the transcendent creator of all.
"This... is truly marvelous."
Richard wanted to record his current feelings, but he knew that the moment he left this world, those feelings would become unintelligible garbled data in his memory.
His soul, his consciousness cannot understand any of this.
Everything he is observing now is an illusion woven by consciousness, like a cognitive filter, transforming what he cannot comprehend into a form he can understand.
And once he leaves here, departs from this information source, his soul will instinctively turn this memory into unreadable garbled data for self-preservation.
Even the most skilled Soul Master would find it hard to extract any readable fragments from it.
"So, what should I do now?"
Richard looked at this space, feeling a bit lost.
What should he do now?
But soon, he laughed at himself sarcastically.
"Richard, oh Richard, you big fool. What can you do now?"
This is the void before everything began, the emptiness after all ends, the chaos before creation.
And as the only conscious entity in this world, there’s only one thing he can do—create a world.
However, Richard now faces a choice.
Should he cosplay the old man who claimed to create the world in seven days after working for six days, or cosplay the burly man with an axe who worked tirelessly until exhaustion?
"Opening the heavens is mighty, but it doesn’t quite match my style."
Richard glanced at his black robe and snapped his fingers lightly at the surrounding void.
"First, let there be light."
"Teacher, why is our school’s name Miracle?"
In the Wizard Academy, a mere four-year-old Subhuman Wizard Apprentice questioned his Wizard Tutor.
The Wizard Tutor paused, then said, "Because the Crown Throne named the school Miracle."
"Then why didn’t the Crown Throne choose another name?" The Subhuman Wizard Apprentice’s face showed a hint of confusion, asking again, "If we study the Power of Faith, wouldn’t calling ourselves Faith School be more appropriate?"
The Wizard Tutor was momentarily speechless, as he had never pondered this question before.
"The answer to this question, teacher doesn’t know either. But, you can discuss it after class, and tell me your answers someday."
Another equally young but taller Subhuman Wizard Apprentice suddenly spoke up: "The Crown Throne must have hoped to always be lucky and have miracles continuously happen to himself, so he named it Miracle."
But as soon as he finished speaking, a Wizard Apprentice beside him adjusted his glasses and mocked, "An idiot’s idea."
"What did you say!" The tall apprentice instantly flew into a rage.
"I said what you said is an idiot’s idea."
The glasses-wearing Wizard Apprentice unabashedly repeated what he had just said.
"Miracle is an extremely small probability event, even an impossible one, yet our miracle magic can achieve things normally impossible.
That’s why the Crown Throne named our school ’Miracle’."
The refuted Wizard Apprentice was unconvinced and immediately retorted, "That’s an idiot’s idea too! Miracle magic relies on the Power of Faith, so why don’t we call it the Faith School."
"Which is why your idea is idiotic," the glasses-wearing Wizard Apprentice calmly replied, "When the Crown Throne became a wizard, the Wizard World still had religion.
The name Faith School, in his views, would seem cult-like."
"Oh, you think you can mimic the Crown Throne’s thinking! I’ll report you, ah! Who knocked my head."
The tall Wizard Apprentice suddenly covered his head, as if struck by someone.
"No one knocked you, Barney," the Wizard Tutor said helplessly, "Everyone, quiet down..."
"If you ask me, miracle is just a miracle."
From the front row of the classroom, a silent Wizard Apprentice spoke up.
"A miracle is when the impossible occurs. Anything we can accomplish or control doesn’t count as a miracle.
Only when the impossible happens can it be considered a miracle.
The Crown Throne... perhaps he is also waiting for a miracle to happen."
In a peaceful world, Richard looked at the quell in the classroom and nodded with satisfaction.
"Education starts from childhood; complaining is not a good habit."
At this moment, it has been ten years since Richard melted the dimension, and the classes and Academy of the Miracle School have begun to appear widely in the Wizard Academy.
Besides the large number of subhuman wizards joining the Miracle School, another important reason is that entering the Miracle School requires Spirituality.
Although the Miracle School can indeed solely study the impact of the Power of Faith on the real world, which is the Divine Magic System.
Richard decided to add this requirement to reduce future troubles.
Moreover, there are too few wizards with adequate spirituality, even though the spiritual requirements of the Miracle School are not stringent, the share of the ’cake’ taken from other schools is negligible.
This directly led to the fact that, regardless of which Crown Throne person is the Academy manager, they are willing to set up a Miracle School class.
This even includes managers from the Curse School.
The Curse Crown Throne intends to let Richard take over the affairs of the Curse School while he explores truth in the Endless Dimension alone.
So for Richard’s behavior of poaching talents, the Curse Crown Throne had no objections, and even deliberately helped Richard, raising the admission talent for the Curse School.
For him, it suffices that the Curse School continues to exist.
The world Richard is currently in is the dimension prototype he developed over ten years.
During these ten years, he has been pondering one question.
The foundation of every school is built upon a question.
A school is initially established when like-minded wizards gather to investigate a question.
The question is the key to the school.
And the Illusion Rules of the Truth Wizard are the answers to these questions.
The Shape-shifting Crown Throne answered the ultimate question in the Shape-shifting School—"Can wizards create a world through rule mastery."
The Alchemy Crown answered the ultimate question in the Alchemy School—"Is the ’Gear World’ feasible."
The Undead Crown answered the ultimate question in the Undead School—"Can a world of only the dead continue to exist."
As the founder of a School, Richard must also solve a question, the most basic question—what is a miracle.
This is why Richard, like a weird uncle, uses the Power of Dimension to probe into Miracle School classrooms of various academies over these years.
Adults’ thoughts are conditioned; only children’s answers can give Richard inspiration.
Richard looked at the miracle dimension prototype with only one melting day left, murmuring: "So, what is a miracle... Hmm?"
Richard suddenly looked at the mirror before him, and the image in the mirror rewound, going back to before the last Wizard Apprentice spoke.
"A miracle is when the impossible occurs. Anything we can accomplish or control doesn’t count as a miracle..."
Listening to this, countless thoughts in Richard’s mind were linked at this moment.
"Interesting, is this the answer to the question? Possibility established upon impossibility."
Richard suddenly gazed at the sky, a smile appearing on his face.
The next moment, the entire world suddenly collapsed and was reshaped in an instant.
In the moment of reshaping, this world suddenly gained a sense of vitality.
Just like a puppet suddenly gaining a soul.
At the same time, Richard realized what his Promotion Ceremony should be.
"Accomplishing a miracle, this ceremony’s difficulty is quite high."