Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 205 Seed of the Apostle
A warm flow of energy surged into Ron's body.

It felt like drinking a cup of warm honey water, warming you from your throat all the way down to your stomach, and then spreading to every corner of your body.

Within Ron's body, that warm energy flowed into his bloodstream, traveling through his veins to every corner of his body.

Driven by this energy, the two bloodlines within Ron's body—Chimera and Crimson Dragon—began to undergo wondrous changes.

With the surge of heat flowing through his veins, he felt that the Crimson Dragon bloodline was undergoing a fundamental transformation.

The once slightly disordered energy patterns became neat and orderly, like a chaotic string being retuned by a master, each one taut just right, producing a perfect harmony.

The Crimson Dragon's bloodline has become purer, its energy fluctuations are smoother and more powerful, and it is also easier to control.

Ron could feel the purity of his Crimson Dragon bloodline increase to nearly 80%.

The passive state dominated by bloodline power is gone, replaced by a complete sense of control.

Moreover, this improvement brought an unexpected surprise—the ability for the bloodline to optimize itself.

Previously, the improvement of his bloodline purity relied entirely on external intervention.

But now, the bloodline itself seems to have acquired a self-evolutionary ability, capable of automatically purifying itself over time.

Every time he breathes or his heart beats, as his blood flows through his body, tiny impurities are filtered out, while the pure parts are preserved and enhanced.

This change is subtle and continuous, like a river automatically purifying itself and gradually becoming clear.

According to Ron's rough calculations, even if he did nothing, the automatic purification process would still result in an increase in purity of about 1% per month.

In other words, even if he lies in bed and sleeps for two years, the bloodline concentration of the Crimson Flying Dragon branch can automatically reach the critical point for advancement.

If he actively intervenes using skills such as "bloodline activation," this process will be significantly shortened.

At the same time, the Chimera bloodline also underwent a surprising evolution.

Previously, the main ability of this bloodline was to replicate and assimilate the bloodline characteristics of other organisms.

But now, this ability has been further enhanced—the replicated bloodline characteristics will automatically be optimized and integrated with itself, greatly improving the assimilation effect and utilization efficiency.

Simply put, it means that in the future, when replicating the same bloodline, a purer and more powerful version can be obtained, and the rejection reaction will be greatly reduced.

The fusion process that once required careful planning has now become natural.

Even more valuable is that the Chimera bloodline now seems to be able to remember the characteristics of the bloodlines that have been fused with it.

The next time you fuse with a similar bloodline, you'll be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort, and reach the desired effect much faster.

This improvement was like a timely help to him at that time.

"These improvements far exceeded my expectations."

Ron felt a surge of new energy flowing through his body, and he was both surprised and satisfied.

The Bloodline Altar truly lives up to its reputation as a coveted opportunity, even among the elite students of the Crystal Spire. The enhancement effects it provides are indeed well-deserved.

No, perhaps it's simply because his clone slaughtered all the other clones, concentrating all the enhancement effects into one, which brought him such a significant boost.

As the new energy in his blood gradually stabilizes, it merges into his essence and becomes part of his power.

Ron took a deep breath, feeling the power of this new life, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

.........

In another area deep within the Bloodline Altar, Mrs. Allen moved gracefully and swiftly through the twisted crystal corridors.

Her eyes flashed with a sharp light, and her mental energy extended outward like invisible tentacles, searching for potential dangers.

The effects of the "Seven-Colored Star Dew" continued, making the magic within her body as abundant as a vast ocean.

Her long pink hair flowed with a faint rainbow halo, and her deep green eyes seemed to hold the movement of stars.

"This aura of the abyss is even stronger than I imagined."

Mrs. Allen frowned slightly. From the moment she entered the altar through the portal, she had sensed several strange energy fluctuations that were different from those in ordinary trials.

Some of them resemble the corrosive power of the abyss, while others are more like some ancient and unfamiliar force. The two intertwine to form a peculiar hybrid.

Most notably, it has an exceptionally strong energy source.

It is the coldest and deepest of all energy sources, hidden deep in a corner of the altar, like a lurking venomous snake.

"This energy source should be the 'Eye of the Abyss' invader that Valen mentioned."

Mrs. Allen made this judgment in her mind, then changed direction and moved towards the source of the coldest aura.

Her figure moved through the crystal passage, seemingly blending into the shadows.

As the distance decreased, the chilling aura became increasingly clear.

Mrs. Allen could sense the malice and greed contained within it.

There's also a repulsive sense of distortion, like a jigsaw puzzle forcibly pieced together, where each piece is mismatched yet forced to blend together.

Finally, Mrs. Allen stopped in front of a black crystal archway.

The surface of the archway was covered with intricate runes, each one gleaming with an ominous light.

Behind the archway is a circular space surrounded by seven black crystal pillars, the tops of which burn with eerie purple flames.

A figure stood in the center of the space, his entire body shrouded in a black robe, making it impossible to see his face.

The person seemed to be performing some kind of ritual, drawing mysterious symbols in front of their chest with their hands and chanting some ancient incantation.

As the incantation was performed, the person's appearance began to change.

The body beneath the black robe became contorted, with limbs of various shapes constantly extending and retracting;

Sometimes they are tentacles with sharp spikes, sometimes they are claws covered with scales, and sometimes they are muscle tissue covered with eyes.

The entire process was filled with nauseating visual shocks, as if a person was being forced to merge the characteristics of multiple different creatures.

“An Awakener.” Mrs. Allen’s gaze turned cold, her heart filled with disgust.

Awakened Ones have always been a thorn in the side of various academic factions.

These madmen, obsessed with power and willing to sacrifice themselves, often acquire extraordinary power through various twisted means, but at the cost of gradually losing their humanity and becoming beings akin to creatures of the abyss.

In the eyes of the wizards of the Crystal Spire and the Black Mist School, the Awakened are not only traitors, but also a threat to the entire transcendental world order.

The effects of the "Seven-Colored Star Dew" have put Mrs. Allen at almost her peak condition.

For her now, this awakened one poses no threat.

But Mrs. Allen still chose to proceed with caution.

After all, the defining characteristic of Awakened Ones is their unpredictability; no one knows what crazy methods they might use.

She observed quietly, trying to see what the intruder was planning.

"Paradise has arrived. Stars hang low, the abyss is about to rise."

The black-robed man's incantations grew increasingly rapid, the surrounding air began to distort, and a suffocating pressure enveloped the entire space.

As the last incantation fell, the man in black suddenly turned around, facing the direction where Mrs. Allen was, and lifted the hood that was covering his face.

It was a face full of contradictions—one side looked like an older and serious scholar, with pale but smooth skin and sharp, indifferent eyes;
The other half was completely twisted and deformed, with its skin surface covered in purplish-black bumps.

The corners of his mouth extended to his ears, revealing excessive sharp teeth, while his eyes had turned completely black, with no whites or pupils.

"Old Allen?" The man in black robes sounded surprised, but quickly regained his composure.

"I never expected the Crystal Spire to send in a 'prisoner' like you."

Mrs. Allen slowly stepped out of the shadows, and rainbow-colored magical energy formed a hazy halo around her.

"You know me?" she asked softly, but there was no surprise in her eyes.

The man in black robes let out a hoarse laugh:

"How could I not know you? Once a genius of the Crystal Spire, later a rebel, and finally a prisoner confined to a humble little shop. Your story is widely known in the wizarding world."

"It seems I'm more famous than I thought." Mrs. Allen's tone remained calm, but the magical fluctuations around her began to become more active.
"Judging from your aura and demeanor, you must be the mysterious 'Sacred Disc Master', right?"

The man in black robes was slightly taken aback:
"You know a lot, no wonder you're an old monster who's lived for hundreds of years."

Mrs. Allen gave a cold, emotionless smile:

"It's not just that, is it? Besides your public identity as 'Mr. Holy Disc,' you're also a thief trying to exploit loopholes in the rules, and a 'mentor' hiding within various remote schools of thought?"

The man in black robes, who should now be called Mr. Saint Disc, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, but quickly regained his composure:
"It seems some information has been leaked. But it's alright, everything will soon be over, and a new order will be established."

"A new order?"

Mrs. Allen slowly shook her head, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes:

"Pathetic madman, the abyss has devoured your sanity. You think you're doing something noble, but you're nothing more than being influenced by the instincts of some ancient being." "And what do you know..."

Mr. Saint Disc chuckled, and his form began to change drastically.

Countless tentacles and deformed limbs sprouted from beneath the black robe, and the person swelled to three times its original size, transforming into a hideous and terrifying monster.

"The ruler of the paradise will bestow upon me unparalleled glory, provided the sacrifice is completed."

Mrs. Allen's expression remained calm, as if she were facing a child who was rambling incoherently.

"So one of your targets should be Ron, right? What's the reason?"

The pink-haired witch tentatively asked questions while using magic to obscure her vision.

She quietly opened a bottle of magic potion, letting the dreamy pink mist inside drift away.

This is the foundation of a potions professor; it's not just a job for making a living, but a skill that allows one to bring out helpful potions in any situation.

Mr. Saint Pan inhaled the mist without realizing it, and his eyes gradually became glazed over.

"Since the plan has failed, it doesn't matter if I tell you. That guy has extraordinary talent. His soul is exceptionally beautiful."

His voice became distorted and chaotic, as if multiple people were shouting at the same time:
“We need him. His qualities are a perfect match for Lord Magus, the ‘Void Spider,’ making him a natural-born seed for the throne!”

The throne... that is, the Supreme Apostle! Lady Allen frowned, silently memorizing all this information.

"I see. So Oliver and Cynthia were just bait you used to attract the school's attention; your real target has always been Ron."

She understood the outline of the entire plan.

Mr. Saint Disc used Oliver and Cynthia to draw the school's attention, making everyone focus on these two awakened ones.

He could then operate in the shadows, seeking opportunities to get close to his real target—Ron Ralph.

His body suddenly began to move rapidly, attempting to bypass Mrs. Allen and escape into the depths of the altar.

But the pink-haired witch merely raised her hand slightly, and an energy wave enveloped the entire room.

The energy wave appeared completely harmless, without any dazzling light effects, deafening sonic booms, or even disturbing the dust in the air.

But even such a simple action instantly froze Mr. Saint Pan's massive body in place, rendering him unable to move.

"I am an Awakened One! The power of the Abyss protects me!"

He roared, and a layer of purplish-black energy barrier appeared on his body as he tried to break free of the restraints.

Mrs. Allen shook her head, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes: "Even Awakened Ones are nothing more than this in the face of a power gap that is too great."

She raised her hand again, this time just giving it a light squeeze.

Mr. Saint Pan's energy barrier collapsed instantly, and his enormous body was firmly bound by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.

"The abyss does indeed grant its followers power, but it also devours their sanity and soul."

Mrs. Allen approached slowly: "Now, tell me everything about the 'Eye of the Abyss'—your base, personnel, and objectives."

When the crucial information was mentioned, even though he had unknowingly fallen into a state where his consciousness was affected by the magic potion cloud, Mr. Saint Disc showed a fierce resistance.

A flicker of despair crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a kind of madness.

"You won't get any information out of me! The master will protect his loyal servant!"

His body suddenly began to swell violently, and countless tiny cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, from which purplish-black energy seeped out.

"Damn it, I think I asked too hastily. I should have guided him step by step like I did before."

Mrs. Allen immediately sensed the danger and quickly retreated, simultaneously creating a strong protective barrier.

“Self-destruct.” A cold glint flashed in her eyes: “This is the fate of the awakened, ultimately becoming someone else’s pawn.”

boom!
With a deafening roar, Mr. Saint Disc's body exploded in a purple-black light, and a powerful shockwave swept through the entire room.

The crystal pillars broke, the ground cracked, and the entire space was shaking violently.

But Mrs. Allen's protective barrier remained sturdy, keeping all impacts at bay.

When everything calmed down, only a pool of indescribable black liquid remained in the center of the room, constantly writhing and slowly evaporating.

Mrs. Allen frowned as she looked at the remnants, a sense of unease rising in her heart.

"The Eye of the Abyss," she murmured to herself. "What exactly is this organization planning?"

She didn't linger, but quickly sensed the changes in other energy fluctuations.

Soon, she noticed that the crimson-gold energy fluctuations had disappeared, and Ron's aura had become stronger and more stable.

"It seems that the child has completed the trial." Mrs. Allen smiled slightly and moved towards Ron's direction.

………………

Ron stood in the center of the crystal platform, quietly feeling the new power bestowed upon him by the bloodline altar.

With the completion of the bloodline enhancement, he was completely transformed.

His breathing became more refined, his body stronger, and his mental strength more stable; all aspects of his life were significantly improved.

Just as he was about to leave, a powerful and familiar aura approached him.

Ron paused for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Madam?"

A series of light footsteps approached, and then a beautiful witch with pink hair and blue eyes appeared in his sight.

"Long time no see, Ron," Mrs. Allen said with a smile, her voice softer and more pleasant than usual.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you; it's quite unexpected to see you here, Madam."

Ron was a little confused; the scene before him was clearly beyond his expectations.

Because of the powerful magic that was constantly emanating from the other party, he did not doubt that it was an illusion.

"How did you get into the Bloodline Altar? I remember that formal wizards can't enter here," he asked, his tone returning to calm.

Mrs. Allen smiled slightly: "The reason is rather special, and it's a long story. I'll tell you about it slowly when I have the chance."

She looked around and noticed the mess in the center of the crater: "It seems you've successfully dealt with that clone."

Ron nodded: "Yes, it was more powerful than I thought, but it still lost in the end."

"Truly worthy of being my student." Mrs. Allen nodded approvingly.
“I can sense that your bloodline has been strengthened to a considerable extent, which should be considered an important milestone for you.”

Ron felt the newfound power within him, and it was indeed so, but he still had other questions.

"I just sensed a powerful energy fluctuation. Were you fighting someone?"

Mrs. Allen's expression turned serious: "It's an intruder, an awakened one who calls himself 'Mr. Holy Disc'."

“Mr. Holy Disc? Is he the one Oliver mentioned?” Ron frowned slightly.

“That’s right, that’s what makes the ‘Eye of the Abyss’ so terrifying. There have always been such ‘imposters’ in the remote schools. They generally play the role of mentors, secretly cultivating dark wizard candidates like Oliver.”

Mrs. Allen explained:
"Moreover, this 'Holy Disc Master' seems to be aiming to use the power of the bloodline altar to perform some kind of ritual, and you are an important part of his plan."

"Me? Why me?" Ron asked, somewhat confused.

The pink-haired witch gave him a meaningful look:
"He mentioned your soul. That's unusual. It seems that some of your qualities have caught the attention of the 'Eye of the Abyss'."

Ron felt a chill run down his spine.

Mrs. Allen's words seemed to suggest that she had realized something.

Both the special talent of "dual soul" and the existence of the class panel are Ron's most closely guarded secrets.

"Unfortunately, that awakened one chose to self-destruct, and we were unable to extract more information from him."

Mrs. Allen changed the subject: "But the most urgent thing now is for you to leave here as soon as possible. The environment inside the altar has become unstable and it is not suitable for you to stay for long."

Ron nodded; there was indeed no need to linger here any longer.

“Oh, right, Ron, there’s something else I need to tell you,” Mrs. Allen suddenly said. “About the Crystal Spire and your future.”

Ron raised an eyebrow, indicating that he was all ears.

“Varren and the Crystal Spire behind him are very interested in your talent,” Mrs. Allen said bluntly.
"They might try to bind you to the Crystal Spire's system through a 'soul contract'."

"A soul contract?" Although Ron had a premonition, he still frowned upon hearing the confirmation.

"Yes, it's an extremely demanding form of contract. Once signed, your actions will be strictly restricted, and you must prioritize the interests of the Crystal Spire."

A chill flashed in Mrs. Allen's eyes:
“I have reached an agreement with Warren, and he has promised not to force you to sign a contract, but that does not mean they will give up on trying to win you over.”

Ron pondered for a moment: "I understand. Thank you for telling me this in advance; it's very important to me."

(End of this chapter)