Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 256 Harpy
"Heh, it's you, young wizard Ralph, who has shown a depth of understanding beyond your years in your theory of bloodline modulation."

Reynolds didn't reply, but simply swirled the liquid in his glass gently, the ice cubes clinking against the glass.

The captain nodded as if he understood, though he didn't quite grasp the technical discussion, he still maintained a polite smile.

A moment later, he tactfully refilled the two wizards' drinks, then quietly stepped aside, giving them space for private conversation.

"Especially your insights into the conflict of consciousness in the fusion of multiple bloodlines,"

He lightly tapped the table with his fingertip, subtly casting a soundproofing spell to ensure that their conversation would not be overheard by outsiders:

“I must admit that this is a key point that I had overlooked before.”

I've been focusing too much on the physical rejection response and neglecting the struggle at the conscious level.

Ron nodded slightly:

"Physical repulsion is usually more intuitive and can be measured and observed with instruments, while conflicts of consciousness are more deeply hidden."

In my experiments, I observed that even after successfully resolving the issue of tissue rejection, the subjects could still fall into a state of splitting due to conflicts at the level of consciousness.

His explanations possess both theoretical depth and the groundedness of practical experience, something many young wizards struggle to grasp.

Reynolds nodded in agreement:

"That's right. My test subject, following your suggestion, has shown significant signs of stabilization."

The method of adding 'Grey Mist Lizard' bloodline as a harmonizing agent is particularly unique.

Its innate adaptability truly provides a perfect buffer zone for the entire bloodline system.

Ron took a sip of his drink, his gaze fixed on the gradually changing nightscape outside the window:

"The 'grey fog lizard' has evolved a special physiological structure as an adaptable species to a marginal ecosystem, enabling it to remain stable in the face of dramatic environmental changes."

When this characteristic is transformed into a bloodline medium, it can also smooth out intense conflicts between different bloodlines.

“Your understanding of this matter far surpasses mine.”

Reynolds' tone now carried a hint of affirmation regarding his professional abilities:

"To be honest, it was a pleasant surprise to meet a colleague in such a remote area who has such a deep understanding of bloodline studies."

He put down his wine glass and looked out the window at the gradually changing twilight.

The first stars have appeared in the deep purple sky, and in this special location—the edge of the abyss—they appear brighter and more mysterious than usual.

"Actually, I had my own goal in rushing to the Central Land after returning from my exploration of the Abyss."

Reynolds' tone became low and steady.

His gaze deepened, as if piercing through the night outside the window, looking towards some incredibly distant place.

Ron immediately focused his attention. He didn't rush to ask questions but waited quietly for the other person to continue.

Have you ever heard of the organization called the 'Abyss Observatory'?

Reynolds turned his gaze back to the young wizard opposite him, his tone probing.

Ron's heart stirred slightly; this was exactly what he had learned from the bulletin board earlier.

He raised his eyebrows slightly:

"I've heard a little about it. It's said to be part of the Abyss Observation Network that the Crystal Spire is expanding, and it's overseen by a high wizard? But I know very little about the specifics."

“That’s right.” Reynolds nodded.

"The 'Abyss Observatory' is ostensibly an academic research institution, but in reality, it bears the important responsibility of monitoring and controlling the expansion of the abyss."

His voice was low, and although he had cast a soundproof spell, he still instinctively remained cautious when discussing such sensitive topics.

"Recently, the observation station has detected unusual activity at the edge of the abyss, especially the energy fluctuations in the seventh layer, the 'Soul Abyss,' which have become extremely unstable."

This fluctuation pattern is quite different from previous cyclical ups and downs, exhibiting a certain regular strengthening trend.

A rare look of worry appeared in Reynolds' eyes:
"In order to deal with this potential crisis, the observatory is urgently recruiting formal wizards with specific professional skills to form a special research team."

Ron's gaze was indifferent, but his mind was racing like a storm:
So you're here to apply for this position?

“Yes,” Reynolds readily admitted.

"I have some experience in abyssal biology and bloodline modulation, and I hope to provide some professional support to the observation station."

I have some unique insights, particularly regarding the adaptation and evolutionary mechanisms of abyssal creatures.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed intently on Ron:

"In fact, Wizard Ralph, considering the extraordinary talent you have shown in the field of bloodline modulation."

Especially your precise understanding of the bloodlines of abyssal creatures—I believe you are very suitable for this position.

Reynolds' voice was sincere:

"It is rare to find someone as young as you who has reached the level of a formal wizard and demonstrated such profound academic insight."

The observatory needs fresh blood like this, who possess both theoretical depth and practical skills.

Ron remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was rapidly assessing the value and potential risks of the opportunity, responding cautiously:

"That is indeed an interesting suggestion, and I do have a great interest in the study of abyssal ecology."

Reynolds smiled slightly and added:
"That would be even better. Perhaps in the near future, we might have the opportunity to become colleagues."

Ron weighed the various possibilities in his mind.

The Abyss Observatory is a branch of the Crystal Spire overseen by a high wizard.

He will not only gain more knowledge from it, but also come into contact with various rare abyssal materials and technologies, providing more possibilities for his "furnace concept".

"If given the opportunity, I would love to learn more."

Ron cautiously expressed his interest while maintaining a certain distance:

"However, I still have some private research to complete right now, regarding an improved concept for a special alchemical device."

"Of course, every wizard has their own research direction and plan."

Reynolds nodded in understanding:
"Once we reach the central region, if you are interested, I can introduce you to some personnel at the observation stations."

Whether or not you ultimately join, such exchanges will benefit your research.

"Thank you in advance." Ron nodded slightly.

The academic exchanges between the two continued for a long time.

It encompasses everything from theories of bloodline studies to experiences exploring the abyss, from spiritual cultivation to observations of the Central Land.

Ron benefited greatly from his in-depth conversation with a seasoned Abyss explorer.

In particular, the firsthand experience gained from actual explorations of the various levels of the abyss is invaluable knowledge that cannot be obtained from books.

Before leaving, the two exchanged their communication badges.

When Ron returned to his suite, moonlight had already filled the entire cabin.

He stood by the window, gazing at the boundless night sky and twinkling stars in the distance.

The "Star Projection" feature is automatically activated.

A continuous stream of stellar energy flowed into his body through that invisible bridge, nourishing his spiritual power and magical core.

A thoughtful glint appeared in Ron's eyes at the "Abyss Observatory": "Perhaps this is where I'll settle down next."

He turned around and continued studying the design of the simulated combat device until the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds.

In the days that followed, the airship sailed steadily toward the central region.

Ron spent most of his time in his suite studying the materials he had obtained from Town 69 and the organs of the Sand Hunters.

Occasionally, he would also exchange ideas with Reynolds on the deck or in the restaurant.

In addition, Ron also took the time to refine the design of the simulated combat device.

With the special materials obtained from Town 69, especially the precious crystals that stabilize soul fragments, the core problem of the device has been solved.

With the addition of a suitable energy circulation system, a miniaturized yet fully functional personal training space can be created.

Days passed by, and the airship traversed most of the area surrounding the abyss, gradually approaching the Glass Islands in the endless sea—the last stop before the Central Land.

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The "Dawn Walker" cuts through the high-altitude clouds, its hull gleaming in the sunlight, like an elegant giant whale of the sky.

The runes on both sides of the hull pulsed with the propulsion of the airship, emitting a soft blue light that provided stable buoyancy and forward propulsion for this giant airship.

After several days of sailing, the airship had left the dark and oppressive area at the edge of the abyss, and ahead lay a vast expanse of clear blue sea—the Endless Sea.

On the horizon where the sea meets the sky, a blurry outline of land can be vaguely seen; that is the Ryukyu Islands—the last stop on the way to the Central Land.

The Crystal Islands are named for their unique translucent rocks, which shimmer with iridescent colors under sunlight, resembling jewels scattered on the sea surface when viewed from afar.

The island has a pleasant climate and diverse ecology. Its inhabitants are mainly fish-men and various aquatic supernatural races.

They maintained close trade relations with the Central Lands, transporting rare and exotic products from the Endless Sea to the inland and bringing back exquisite handicrafts from the Central Lands to the islands.

On the stargazing deck, Ron leaned alone against the railing, his gaze fixed on the gradually clearing outline of the island in the distance.

The morning breeze caressed his face, carrying the unique moist saltiness of the sea, which invigorated him.

The magical fluctuations above the endless sea are much more stable than those at the edge of the abyss, yet much richer than those in the Black Mist Forest.

Especially when the "Stars Projection" feature is activated at night.

He could feel the extra boost that the starlight reflected off the sea gave him, a feeling that was both strange and wonderful.

"According to the navigation log, we will arrive at the anchorage tower of the main island of Liuli in about half a day."

A steady voice came from behind him. Ron turned around and saw Reynolds walking towards him.

The middle-aged wizard wore a silver belt inlaid with dozens of tiny crystals around his waist. It was an alchemical item that could enhance water elemental spells, demonstrating the equipment he possessed as a seasoned wizard.

"The Wizard Reynolds."

Ron nodded slightly, a faint smile in his eyes: "I wonder if you have ever been to the Glass Islands?"

After spending a few days together, the two wizards had established a harmonious atmosphere for communication.

Ron gained a great deal of firsthand information about the Central Lands and the Abyss, while Reynolds admired the young wizard's insights into the field of bloodline studies.

"I've been there a few times."

Reynolds walked over to Ron, his gaze also fixed on the distant island:

"The Ryukyu Islands have the richest market for aquatic materials in the world, where almost all deep-sea treasures can be found—from the fin bones of storm whales to bioluminescent algae in deep trenches."

He paused, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes:
"In particular, the 'Coral Market' on the main island has the most complete collection of treasures in the entire Endless Sea region, with many antiques dating back to the Second Age."

If you're interested in these things, this is definitely a place you shouldn't miss.

"That sounds really appealing."

Ron responded softly, but his mind was already making plans.

Through recent observations of Dale, he discovered that although the little siren had acquired a fairly pure Golden Ring Siren bloodline, there was still room for further improvement.

In particular, her occasional apparent affinity for the element of wind is a direction worthy of in-depth study.

If suitable enhancement materials can be found, it might be possible to create a more complete bloodline system for her.

As the two were talking, a subtle energy fluctuation suddenly appeared in the air.

It was an extremely primal and wild pulse of life.

Like the breath of an untamed wild beast, it forms invisible ripples high in the sky.

The two wizards stopped talking almost simultaneously, their expressions becoming alert.

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, his mental energy extending outwards like invisible tentacles, quickly capturing the source of the energy fluctuations.

They were a group of flying creatures from the southeast, their energy signature imbued with intense bestiality and unusually fierce lust.

"Did you sense it?"

Reynolds asked in a low voice, his blue eyes instantly turning sharp as an eagle's, his fingers already silently sliding into his sleeve, ready to draw his wand at any moment:

"That chaotic energy fluctuation"

"Harpies, it should be their mating season now."

Ron's gaze drifted to the distant horizon, where he could vaguely see some dark dots rapidly approaching:
"Moreover, there are quite a few of them, at least thirty or forty."

The wind swirled between the two, carrying a faint, sweet scent.

Those are pheromones unique to harpies, which become exceptionally strong during their mating season.

He pondered for a moment, recalling the description of the harpy in the "Illustrated Compendium of Extraordinary Creatures":
"Harpies in heat secrete a special pheromone that strongly stimulates their desires."

This will also cause them to lose their basic rationality, leading them to indiscriminately mate with any male creature.

His gaze swept across the entire deck, where many male passengers were admiring the view:
"The combined scents of so many male passengers on the airship would be the most potent aphrodisiac for a harpy in heat."

Reynolds' expression turned serious:

"If left unchecked, they could very well tear apart the airship's outer protective layer."

The two exchanged a glance, and a silent understanding was instantly achieved.

"I'll take care of capturing them, and you'll take care of restraining them?"

Ron suggested softly, his thoughts already turning to the blood essence of those harpies.

I happen to be short of materials right now.

A look of surprise flashed across Reynolds' eyes:
"Do you have a way to subdue them without killing them? Harpies in heat are known for their madness and fearlessness of death."

"I happen to have a suitable spell system. Let's get started; time is running out."

Ron watched the approaching black dots through a small porthole.

Now their form can be clearly seen—the upper body is that of a human female, with smooth skin and full breasts;

Its lower body is made up of the wings and sharp claws of a giant eagle, with the key parts covered in glossy chestnut feathers.

What is most striking are their eyes, devoid of reason and thought, filled only with endless desire, a fiery red like burning lava.

Reynolds pulled an ancient-looking staff from his sleeve.

The staff was made entirely of some kind of silvery-white metal, with blue crystals inlaid on its surface, gleaming in the sunlight.

At the same time, Ron's gaze became focused, and his mental energy surged to his fingertips like a tide.

(End of this chapter)