The young researcher traded his life for a sliver of hope against the Original Mother.
Yet the overwhelming majority of those who received this information remained unmoved.
Either they had long since, under the threats and temptations of powerful figures, tied their fortunes, lives, futures, and prospects firmly to the Spirit Magnetic Material. No matter what happened, they could never abandon research into it, much less turn around and harm such research.
Or, through living day and night alongside the Original Mother, they had unknowingly been infiltrated and become willing puppets and tiger's accomplices.
Or they feared the double pressure of the powerful figures and the Original Mother, terrified of meeting the young researcher's fate.
Or they coveted the comforts aboard the Hope, preferring to live carefree, deceiving themselves in an illusory Peach Blossom Paradise rather than be exiled to the surface beyond the Hope and face the true Turan Civilization—the hellish carnage of Asura Hell.
In short, faced with the fire of hope that the young researcher had ignited with her life as fuel, all these people fell silent and shrank back. Their shadows trembled beneath the blazing flames.
But even stagnant water could stir a faint ripple. In the end, a scant handful of successors believed the young researcher's conjecture and took up the Fire Seed of hope.
They began secretly gathering research equipment and stockpiling experimental raw materials, conducting deeper studies into Original Mother Mucus and even cells extracted from the Original Mother's body.
The more they researched, the more horrified they became, unable to believe what they found.
They also secretly contacted their compatriots on the surface, gaining a deeper understanding of the entire process by which Turan Civilization had transformed from "humans" into "orcfolk." They linked Turan Civilization's transformation to the Original Mother's gradual awakening.