Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 57: Termination [1]

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"Is this all?" Miss Grease asked, her voice raspy as she eyed the materials Wilford had brought to her. "Yeah," Wilford responded simply. Miss Grease's frail, gnarled hand shimmered faintly as she gestured towards him. "Five." she said, her tone firm despite her age. Wilford nodded and handed over the yellow crystalline shards. These shards, useless to most, held value only because the inhabitants of Akkaris had attached significance to them. A small price to pay. With the supplies in hand, Wilford made his way back to his home. Upon entering, he was greeted by the familiar sight of blackboards scattered throughout the room. Each one was covered with writings, sketches, and calculations—fragments of his endless research. The boards were on wheels, and any slight nudge would send one rolling into another, setting off a chain reaction of clattering and bumping that often disrupted his work. The writings, in truth, weren't that important—just calculations, theories, and thought experiments he'd conducted on the Aether Cultivation Stages. Suddenly, a rustling sound echoed as a rabbit scurried toward Wilford . "Alright, calm down," Wilford reassured the rabbit as he fed it. The rabbit quickly nibbled on the food while Wilford sat down beside it, sighing deeply. "Tharmas, how's the progress going?" Wilford asked, his voice tired. Tharmas's voice echoed in his mind: [Of the 210 models you've created, 190 were unable to pass the first phase. Seven failed in the second phase, and the remaining models collapsed when the world's laws were simulated.] Wilford let out another sigh. "Give me a rundown of the main reasons for failure." [Out of the 210 models, the first 190 failed due to either a lack of feasibility, a lack of information, or both. Those that failed the second phase were unable to reach power levels comparable to those at the theoretical pinnacle of Aether Cultivation. The models that collapsed in the third phase, as I mentioned earlier, were due to the world's laws strongly opposing them.] Hearing this, Wilford frowned. "What do you mean by 'strongly'?" [A better term would be 'forbids.' This world forbids the creation of Power Methods that deviate from the original. It simply won't allow such things to exist.] Wilford 's face darkened as he processed the information. "Tharmas, do me a favor and synthesize hundreds of random power methods whose feasibility and foundations are weak and limited, yet share a connection to Aether Cultivation. Run them through the simulation. Remove all the factors in the simulation except the laws, and run it through only that," Wilford ordered. [Alright. Synthesizing 456 models. Commencing simulation...] […Simulation completed ] Result: All models were strongly resisted by the world's laws. Unable to even remain as a thought before being erased.] Wilford, hearing this, was perplexed. "This world… It resists any attempt at the creation of a new system of power!" Wilford was shocked by the revelation. "This shouldn't be possible, according to you, Tharmas," Wilford said, confused. [There is a way. There always is. When Tarthocas Enterprises sealed the deal with the worlds, there was a specific clause that summed up that 'Power Systems' are up to the worlds, and thus each world has its own meaning of a power system that you have to abide by.] "Couldn't you have said this earlier?" Wilford couldn't stop his lips from twitching in annoyance at Tharmas's response. [You never asked.] "Your sense of humor is even worse than Urizen's in the past," Wilford sighed. There came no response. Wilford sighed. "Do you know this world's meaning for an acceptable power system?" He asked, although he was quite sure Tharmas wouldn't answer. Unexpectedly, the voice returned. [This world already features it. All the major powers here use it. You just have to create something like that, powerful enough to reach the peak. Nothing much.] "Huh." [Huh.] Both were silent before Wilford broke it. "What did you just say?" [I