Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1395 - 548: "Veteran Actor"_2

Ron looked at the result, helplessly amused.

Though the form of performance was extremely absurd, the internal logic of the deduction was correct:

Forcibly instilling ideas only provokes stronger resistance, ultimately leading to mutual destruction.

"It seems the first method won’t work..."

He nodded thoughtfully:

"Then, let’s try the second strategy."

.........

[Second Deduction: The Merchant’s Farce]

The stage setting switched instantly, the magnificent temple transformed into a bustling medieval market.

Everywhere there were colorful stalls, the air filled with the scent of spices and copper coins.

This time Ron’s role was a shrewd merchant, dressed in silk robes, holding an abacus, smiling kindly but with sharp eyes.

The priest actors also immediately changed into merchant costumes, the solemn masks replaced by greedy expressions.

"Esteemed... uh, customers!"

Merchant Ron stood in front of the stall, loudly calling with a honeyed voice:

"Don’t pass by without giving us a look! The latest thinking system, beautifully packaged, fully functional!

Buy one get one free, fair prices, no cheat for young or old!"

This time, the priest actors’ reactions were completely different.

They surrounded the merchant’s stall, frantically calculating gains and losses with their abacuses.

The whole process quickly evolved into an absurd musical about "money worship."

Priests danced a comical jig around the glittering coins, singing in chorus:

"Tradition is precious, faith is priceless!

For money’s sake, both can be discarded!

Gold Coins ringing, hearts filled with joy!

No matter the truth, making money is the way!"

Merchant Ron also joined in this ode to money, throwing coins and watching the priests scramble like hungry pigeons.

However, just as everyone was immersed in a materialistic frenzy, a stronger "commercial empire" entered the scene.

A group of Half-Elf capitalists in suits and sunglasses emerged from the back of the stage.

They held thick contracts and shining checks.

"Respected natives!"

The Half-Elf leader announced in a greasy voice:

"We are representatives from the Void Commercial Group.

After evaluation, we’ve decided to purchase your entire civilization!

Here’s the contract, sign it to receive a large sum of money, and enjoy a worry-free life!"

The priest actors saw those astronomical checks, and their eyes turned into Gold Coins.

Without hesitation, they signed the contracts, selling their civilization, traditions, and even souls to the external capitalist forces.

At the end of the play, all the actors collectively bowed to the audience, the background music the ringing of Gold Coins colliding.

The evaluation card in the air displayed:

[Theme too shallow, moderately entertaining, but lacking deep thought, not recommended for viewing.]

[Evaluation Rating: ★★☆☆☆]

[Reviewer Comments: Pure profit-driven motives lack sustainability, easily replaced by greater interests.]

Ron fell into contemplation once more.

This result also aligns with real-world logic:

Purely using material interests to "buy" thought transformation, though quick in effect, lacks stability and is easily overshadowed by greater temptations.

"It seems that truly effective methods require deeper wisdom..."

He took a deep breath in this virtual space’s "air," starting to conceive the third strategy.

.........

[Third Deduction: The Walker’s Mime and Symphonic Poetry]

This time, the stage’s change was more subtle.

Neither a magnificent temple nor a bustling market, but a simple and tranquil small town square.

Ancient cobblestones reflected the warm sunlight, the air filled with the fragrance of flowers and bread.

Ron’s new role was a simple "Traveler":

Without the halo of a prophet, without a merchant’s fortune, just a traveler carrying a simple backpack.

As he stepped onto the stage, the whole theater fell into silence.

No fancy effects, no intense music, only the sound of footsteps softly echoing on the cobblestones.

The Traveler didn’t make any speeches or sales pitches.

He simply walked quietly to the town center’s ancient temple and began doing seemingly insignificant things:

Sweeping the fallen leaves before the temple, watering the withered flowers, fixing damaged steps, guiding lost little animals...

The priest actors, initially kept a wary distance from this stranger.

Yet as time passed, they started being drawn to the Traveler’s actions.

This traveler did not attempt to persuade anyone, did not criticize their traditions, nor did he speak at all.

He simply demonstrated a new lifestyle through actions:

Peaceful, harmonious, full of care for all life.

When the priests tentatively asked about his "doctrine," the Traveler’s response was equally surprising.

He didn’t explain with words, instead expressing his philosophy through dance and music.

When he wanted to convey the concept of "adaptability," he performed a dance as gentle as flowing water:

Sometimes light as a spring, sometimes embracing like a river, sometimes passionate as a waterfall, yet always maintaining the essence of water.

When he intended to communicate the idea of "inclusivity," he played a symphony:

Using different instruments to represent different voices, allowing them to find resonance in conflict, to create beauty in differences.

Most astonishingly, the priest actors began to be moved by this pure artistic expression.

They laid down their guard and began to respond to the Traveler’s "music" in their own ways.

Some echoed his melody with ancient chants, some integrated into his dance with traditional steps, and others accompanied his performance with their own instruments.

Gradually, the entire stage turned into a grand improvisational performance.

New and old, tradition and innovation, persistence and flexibility...

All seemingly opposing elements began to find a harmonious coexistence within the language of art.

No one conquered anyone, no one abandoned their essence, yet a wonderful new realm was created.

At the end of the play, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

The evaluation card in the air shimmered with golden light:

[A thought-provoking artistic masterpiece, perfectly blending traditional and innovative essence!]

[Evaluation Rating: ★★★★☆]

[Reviewer Comments: Deducting a star to keep you humble. True wisdom lies not in conquest, but in creating resonance.]

As the final applause subsided, the sandbox space began to fade away slowly.

Ron’s consciousness withdrew from that dramatic dimension, returning to reality in his dormitory.

.........

When he opened his eyes, Ron couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

"This Paradox Dice’s effect is truly... unique."

Though the performance forms of the deductions were extremely absurd, the wisdom contained within was very real.

Three different strategies, three completely different results, pointed him towards the best direction for handling Hillas’ problem.

"Conquest and bribery both won’t work..."

He summed up his previous experience in his mind:

"A truly effective method is to invite him to participate in a whole new ’creation’ process."

"To deal with Hillas, this ’old stage master,’ you can’t debate the right or wrong of the script with him, but should invite him... to co-create a new drama."

Thinking of this, a sly glow flashed in Ron’s eyes.

He had already devised tomorrow’s plan:

He would prepare an irresistible "stage" for Hillas, an opportunity for this traditionalist to showcase his value.

Not to make Hillas acknowledge his faults, but to discover his potential.

Not to overthrow his belief system, but to help him broaden the borders of his faith.

Not to conquer a stubborn enemy, but to awaken a dormant ally.

"Tomorrow’s going to be a very interesting day..."

Ron whispered softly, the corners of his mouth carrying a smile of expectation, slowly entering true slumber.

Under Green Ring No.2’s night sky, two souls equally unable to sleep were preparing for the upcoming "performance."

One was devising how to create harmony, the other struggling with how to face change.