Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 259 The King of Absurdity
"That little princess of the Crown Clan—Eve—is only fourteen years old this year. She has never meditated for a single day, but her naturally growing magic power is already close to the threshold of becoming a formal wizard."

She possesses a photographic memory for various occult knowledge and magical constructs, and can even offer improvement plans after reading them only once.

Reynolds' tone was filled with undisguised admiration, yet also a hint of regret:
"If it weren't for the 'Demonic Devouring' symptoms, she would likely have become the fastest-rising official wizard in wizarding history, perhaps even surpassing some of the most renowned geniuses in history. But the reality is..."

He picked up his glass and took a small sip:
"Her condition is deteriorating, and it is said that she now needs to stay in a specially made magic isolation room year-round to slow down the progression of 'magic devouring'."

Meditation is forbidden, other forms of training are prohibited, and even the most basic spellcasting is completely forbidden. Such talent is being wasted like this.”

Ron put down his glass, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Since he is a member of the Crown Clan."

His eyes were full of doubt:

"There should be a great being like the Witch King protecting them. As far as I know, the Crown Clan directly inherited the bloodline of the 'King of Absurdity.' Could it be that even that great being couldn't solve this problem?"

"The King of Absurdity. That great one truly transcends all the scales we can comprehend."

Reynolds sighed, placed the glass back on the table, and lightly traced the rim of the glass with his fingertips:
"In fact, everyone could think of taking Eve to a magically isolated environment or helping her improve her physical resilience."

Tower Master Cassandra had already tried those conventional methods, even employing the most sophisticated bloodline modulation and the most precious potions, but they could only barely maintain her physiological balance, failing to address the root cause of the problem.

His gaze deepened, as if he could see some distant horizon through Ron:
"There is a rumor that Eve's condition is not an ordinary disease or a talent mutation, but a backlash at the level of the rules."

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils gleaming with focused attention in the candlelight: "Backlash of the rules?"

"Yes, the more her physique improves, the more obvious the symptoms of 'demonic devouring' become, as if the rules of the entire world are rejecting her existence."

Ron's mind raced through dozens of possible explanations and solutions, but he maintained a calm demeanor on the surface.

"Didn't that ancestor, the Witch King, lend a hand? With His power, the restrictions of the rules shouldn't be a problem."

Reynolds shook his head with a wry smile, his eyes revealing awe for the mysteries of the rules:

Even the Witch King must still follow certain fundamental laws.

That absurd king would naturally be bound by some kind of rule that we cannot understand, and would be unable to directly intervene in this 'backlash'.

He could only offer Eve the most basic protection, enough to keep her from dying and maintain normal physiological functions.

His voice was low and heavy:
"But the prerequisite is that she cannot engage in any form of supernatural cultivation."

The moment she attempts to draw upon magic or conjure spells, that latent 'backlash' erupts immediately, consuming her life.

Ron was silent for a moment, then tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Information about "backlash" and various curses is rapidly circulating in the memory palace.

"What is the Great Wizard Cassandra doing herself?"

He finally spoke, his voice tinged with curiosity: "I find it hard to imagine a mother giving up on her child like this."

Reynolds looked at the flickering lights outside the window:
"The Tower Master Cassandra has been frequently absent from sight over the years. She travels between countless other worlds and has sent numerous elites from the Crystal Spire deep into the abyss to explore."

This time too, ostensibly she was trying to expand the abyss monitoring network, but actually…

He made a collecting gesture:
"Many people speculate that she is frantically collecting all kinds of extraordinary resources in order to find a way to break her daughter's curse."

"Wait a minute. I suddenly thought of an interesting possibility."

"What's the possibility?"

Ron raised an eyebrow, already sensing what the other person meant.

"You are proficient in both potion-making and bloodline manipulation, and possess the unique perspective of a primal wizard."

Reynolds spoke slowly, his eyes shining brighter, like a child who had discovered a treasure:

"This combination is rare in the entire wizarding world."

Perhaps one day, you could try to solve Eve's 'magic possession' problem? After all, primal wizards possess a far deeper understanding of higher realms than ordinary people.

His tone was somewhere between joking and serious:
"The great wizard Cassandra once publicly announced that whoever could cure Eve could choose three treasures from the Crown Clan's treasury."

As far as I know, that treasury contains all the accumulated wealth of the Crown Clan from several eras ago.

From the most advanced alchemical equipment to the oldest forbidden books, from rare star crystals to mysterious knowledge from other worlds, it has everything.

Any single item could benefit an ordinary wizard for a lifetime.

Ron was indeed tempted by the proposal, but outwardly he only nodded slightly.

"The offer is indeed tempting, but I have many of my own issues to resolve before I can consider treating others."

Moreover, without personally examining the patient's condition, it's impossible to draw conclusions about such a complex symptom as 'demonic devouring' based solely on hearsay.

Deep down, he had already begun to think about how to incorporate this potential opportunity into his research system.

Cassandra's daughter is undoubtedly a very special subject of study.

If he could observe closely or even participate in the treatment, it would not only provide him with valuable high-level knowledge, but also allow him to access precious resources that are usually difficult to obtain.

Most importantly, if he does succeed in resolving this issue, the friendship of the Crown Clan and the promise of the three treasures will provide a solid foundation for his long-term development plans.

However, all of this is predicated on his ability to achieve it, and given his current, completely uncharted path to becoming an "ancient alchemist," achieving these things is clearly still a long way off...

"Of course, of course, I understand what you mean, it's too early to say these things."

Reynolds raised his glass with a smile, a sly glint in his eyes:

"Speaking of which, Archmage Cassandra was born over two hundred years ago, and she was also the last person to successfully ascend to the status of a Primal Wizard. In this respect, she can be considered your predecessor..."

Ron didn't respond to that question, but instead followed up with another question:
"Let's not talk about that great wizard anymore; I'm more interested in the Crown Clan's treasury."

He raised his empty glass in a similar polite gesture:
"What level of treasures are stored inside?"

Reynolds leaned forward slightly:
"The specific contents are naturally highly confidential, but it is said that it contains several legendary artifacts, and may even include the collection of that great man."

His voice carried an almost obsessive longing:

"Rumor has it that the deepest part of the treasure vault holds a 'fragment of time' belonging to the King of Absurdity—anyone who gazes at it can see all possible branches of their future."

"And there's the 'Complete Guide to Otherworldly Realms' that He collected—an ancient book that records advanced cultivation systems from other worlds..."

"Being able to see one's own future, and having a cultivation system in another world... truly worthy of being the Witch King's collection," Ron repeated softly.

The items collected by those beings known as "the Great Ones," even the most insignificant ones, contain power and mystery that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Reynolds keenly noticed the interest in the other person's eyes, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips:

"It seems the Crown Clan's treasury has indeed impressed you? I'm not surprised; what wizard could remain unmoved by the Witch King's collection?"

He gently swirled the wine in his glass, admiring the shimmering light and shadows dancing in the amber liquid:
"After all, even the most ordinary collection of a Witch King's artifacts is enough to change the course of a wizard's fate." "Speaking of which..."

Reynolds relaxed slightly at this point, casually crossing one leg over his shoulder.
“I’ve always been curious, what prompted you to choose the authentic path? That path is almost certain to lead to certain death, and even in the Central Lands, few dare to attempt it.”

Ron was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the night sky outside the window, as if he were contemplating how to express this complex decision.

Outside the window, the night sky over the Ryukyu Islands is deep and beautiful.

A gentle evening breeze carries the salty, damp scent of the distant sea, mingled with the fragrance of exotic flowers from the island.

"Everyone has their own path to walk."

That was all he ultimately said:
"I don't deliberately choose to take risks; it's just that certain decisions naturally arise at certain moments."

He turned and looked directly at Reynolds:
"While traditional methods are safe, they also mean accepting a certain degree of restrictions and filtering."

While the 'Key' potion can reliably open the Gate of Wisdom, it also installs a permanent limiter on that gate.

The young wizard's voice gradually deepened:

"Although the authentic path is dangerous, it allows people to confront the most primal and purest sources of power."

From the day he learned the truth about wizarding practices, he knew his goal was clear.

—It's not just about becoming a powerful wizard, but about becoming a great being who truly understands and even dominates the world.

Reynolds' eyes revealed undisguised admiration, even a hint of envy:

"In this era where comfort has become the norm, there are indeed fewer and fewer wizards who dare to face danger."

There was a sense of empathy in his voice:
Too many people are content with safe and secure routes, forgetting that true power is often accompanied by an equal amount of risk.

All the great wizards in history relentlessly explored the abyss, extracting order from chaos and finding hope in despair.

Reynolds raised his glass, his eyes filled with respect:

"I salute your courage and talent. I have a feeling that the wizarding world will be different because of your existence."

Ron also raised his glass and lightly clinked it with his:

I also admire your honesty and kindness, and hope that our friendship will last a long time.

Outside the window, the night deepened over the Lili Islands, and the stars cast shimmering light on the sea, like two smooth mirrors reflecting each other.

………………

The golden rays of dawn shone through the portholes, spilling onto the deck and bathing the entire space in a dreamlike glow.

Occasionally, a few strange flying creatures pass through the clouds, showcasing the wondrous diversity of this extraordinary world.

Ron stood at the very front of the stargazing deck, his hands gripping the railing, his gaze passing over the endless clouds, fixed on the gradually clearing outline in the distance.

A gentle breeze brushed against my face, bringing a refreshing mist mixed with some indescribable magical aura, which became more pronounced as we got closer to the central land.

The peripheral city of Dawn Harbor in the Central Lands has already appeared on the skyline.

From afar, it resembles a dazzling gem embedded in the earth, with the archipelago and coastline intertwining in a beautiful arc, creating a wondrous scene that is both real and dreamlike.

The waters surrounding the port exhibit an abnormal blue-purple hue, hinting at the special magic contained within those waters.

Even in the peripheral areas of the Central Lands, the concentration of magic is already significantly higher than in the Glass Islands.

Visible light blue ripples floated in the air, like gentle waves on the surface of water, shimmering like pearls in the sunlight.

While this level of magic couldn't compare to the immense concentration rumored in the core area, it was still a completely new experience for Ron, who had never visited the Central Lands before.

Other passengers on the stargazing deck were also drawn to the spectacular sight, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, moving closer to the railing to catch a glimpse of the scene.

The beauty and mystery of Dawn Harbor are just one of the many legends among the people of the Abyss Continent. Now that they have seen it with their own eyes, these travelers truly understand its extraordinary nature.

These peripheral port cities serve as bridges between the central region and the outside world.

Cargo ships and merchant vessels came and went in an endless stream, and various races lived together, creating a scene of prosperity and chaos.

From the air, the bustling scene around the port can be clearly seen.

The boats were lined up on the dock like ants, with creatures of all skin colors and body types moving among them.

The market was bustling with people, and the streets crisscrossed, creating a vibrant scene.

"Is it shocking?"

Reynolds' voice came from behind him; he had somehow ended up standing next to Ron.

The man's profile was gilded by the rising sun, his eyes sparkling with the warmth of returning to this familiar place.

"This is just the outer area, and the concentration of magic is far less than that in the core area."

Dawn Harbor is better off than the outside world, but it's still within a comfortable range for formal wizards like us.

He pointed to the distant, misty sky, his voice filled with longing:

"The real miracle is there—the 'Sky City' suspended high in the sky."

There are seven main cities and dozens of citadels there, all connected by invisible energy bridges surrounding a central point, forming the magical core of the Central Lands.

Ron looked in the direction he was pointing, his gaze piercing through the morning mist.

Although he couldn't see clearly because of the distance, he could feel the surging magical energy fluctuations coming from that direction.

Like the roar of the distant sea, with just a little perception, one can sense the unique energy rhythm there, like the beating of some enormous heart.

"If I remember correctly, that's where the headquarters of the various schools of thought are located?"

Ron was naturally very curious about this, since what he actually saw was far beyond what was recorded in the book.

"Exactly."

Reynolds nodded and tapped his palm lightly on the railing:

"The most unique feature of this dreamlike city that stands high in the sky is that both the main city and the citadel have a core tower that provides energy."

His voice became solemn, his tone filled with reverence:

"The tower master of each acropolis's core tower is a Dark Sun-level wizard, and they are recognized as having the potential to advance to Grand Wizard, having condensed the rudimentary form of Void Relic."

The tower masters of the main city are the grand wizards, who are the absolute leaders of their respective schools of thought and the guardians of the entire Sky City.

(End of this chapter)