Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1359 - 537: Self-Destruction and Deceleration

He remembered the pure joy Fenrir displayed during the chaos of Nari’s creations.

It was not the joy of witnessing success, but simply the thrill of witnessing destruction.

And the expression he had just now when smashing the flesh mass, a satisfaction far exceeding that of creation itself.

"I see now..."

The lightbulb in his mind was completely illuminated:

"Fenrir’s essence here is not that of a creator; he is an outright destroyer."

"What do you mean?" Aselia looked at him confused.

"He demands us to ’create’ toys, but in fact, what he truly wants is an object to destroy."

Ron’s voice grew more resolute:

"Something that allows him to continuously enjoy the process of destruction.

The more we try to create perfect, enduring creations, the more we deviate from his true needs."

Aselia also began to realize:

"So the more we try to create ’order’, the more we are at odds with his essence."

"That’s right. The key to the solution isn’t ’addition’; it is precisely ’subtraction’."

Ron turned to look at those constantly crawling out of the furnace - the painfully twisted amalgamated creatures:

"The process by which Fenrir creates these failures is itself fanning the flames of chaos.

If we can stop this vicious cycle..."

He walked towards those painful amalgamated creatures, without adding any new element.

He reached out his hand and began to gently strip away the excess, conflicting body parts from them.

The first creature was a rabbit forcibly equipped with butterfly wings.

The wings did not align with the rabbit’s body structure, tearing flesh with every flap.

Ron carefully separated the wings and used Zero Ring’s minor healing to stabilize the rabbit’s life core.

Once the wings were completely removed, the rabbit ceased struggling, quietly curling on the ground.

The energy fluctuation of the furnace calmed a little.

Initially, Fenrir watched with interest.

But soon, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by confusion and rage:

"What are you doing?! Stop! This is repairing! This doesn’t count as creation! This is too boring!"

Ron ignored his outbursts, continued his "subtraction creation."

He approached the second creature—a fish forcibly grafted with octopus tentacles.

The tentacles made swimming impossible for the fish, leaving it painfully writhing on the ground.

The same process as before: separating conflicting parts, stabilizing the life core, and returning the creature to its original harmonious state.

The needle on the furnace’s pressure gauge dropped another notch.

"You’re destroying my creations!"

Fenrir angrily swung his wrench: "I want creation, not dismantling!"

"The rule is to create a toy that makes you ’satisfied’."

Without turning his head, Ron replied:

"Isn’t the destruction you’re most satisfied with?

We are conducting the most meticulous ’reverse creation,’ which is ’deconstruction.’"

He continued his work, providing "subtractive treatment" to the third and fourth twisted creatures:

"Isn’t the appreciation of watching something dismantled step by step a higher form of destructive art?"

"Moreover, this destruction is constructive.

We dismantle the pain and conflict, preserving the essence of life.

This is far more intricate than simple, crude destruction."

Fenrir was left speechless by this logic.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself trapped by his own rules.

By the challenge’s premise, as long as a toy satisfying him is created, it counts as passing.

Ron’s deconstruction process indeed constitutes creation—creation of harmony, order, and the essence of life.

The most crucial point is that this process actually stabilizes the furnace, proving the method’s effectiveness.

"This... this is misinterpretation! All misinterpretations!"

Fenrir, powerless and furious like having lost ten consecutive games, screamed:

"You’re playing word games! This is unfair! You all can’t pass!"

But a game is a game, rules are rules.

No matter how dissatisfied Fenrir was, he couldn’t deny Ron’s actions met the challenge’s requirements.

Over time, more twisted creatures were ’deconstructed’ into a harmonious state.

The energy fluctuation of the furnace became increasingly stable, and the state of chaos gradually subsided.

When the last twisted creature—a bird forcibly fused with a crystal shell, was successfully separated into soft flesh and pure crystal, the entire life furnace finally quieted down completely.

The frenetic red light faded, replaced by a gentle golden glow.

At the center of the furnace, a giant wrench key formed from pure life energy condensed.

The key was similar in shape to Fenrir’s weapon but emitted a very different aura.

Fenrir’s wrench was full of destructive desire and violence, while the key harbored the gentleness of creation and the compassion of life.

Ron reached out and grabbed the key; the core secret of "creating alchemical life forms with self-awareness" flooded into his mind like a tide.

[Gained Insight: The True Meaning of "Life Creation"]

He deeply understood that true creation does not merely impose one’s will upon matter.

Rather than being a dictatorial monarch, forcing everything to evolve according to one’s own vision, an alchemist resembles a wise gardener.

They observe the nature of life, understand the needs of each existence, then guide them to undergo self-correction and perfection.

Forced fusion can only produce painful monsters, yet harmonious guidance can nurture genuine miracles.