Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 271 The "Kingdom" of the Great

In the radiant void, Cassandra hovered among the stars, like a silent deity.

The planet she had plundered gradually receded into the distance, turning into a dim point of light in the void.

The surrounding energy fluctuations have become calmer, presenting a peculiar state of harmony, a natural phenomenon following a large-scale dimensional conquest.

Cassandra calmly examined the spatial container she carried with her.

They are arranged neatly, each radiating a unique energy fluctuation, like a jewelry box filled with dazzling gems.

“The crystal civilization of Type II plane does have some merits in terms of energy conversion.”

She murmured to herself, a look of satisfaction appearing in her amethyst-like eyes:

"The collective consciousness structure of those fluid organisms, in particular, might provide me with some additional inspiration."

The black-haired witch began to examine the harvested samples one by one, her delicate, slender fingers lightly touching each container to sense the energy properties contained within.

The encapsulated fluid organisms, like frozen water droplets, emitted faint but continuous life fluctuations within the crystal container.

Just then, a delicate crystal floating in her hair suddenly emitted a faint hum and flashed with rapid dazzling light.

This is the signal that the long-distance communicator has been activated.

“Contact me now?” Cassandra frowned slightly, then relaxed:
"The interdimensional communication window must have stabilized after one raid was completed."

She gently touched the crystal, and an energy wave flowed from her fingertips, immediately projecting a semi-transparent human figure onto the crystal.

He was an elderly man with white hair who looked old but had a vigorous demeanor, and he wore an elegant black robe.

"Cassandra, it seems you've had quite a fruitful trip."

Yutel's projection scanned the surrounding space containers, a hint of approval in his eyes.

Cassandra nodded slightly:

"A reasonably efficient campaign, and the value of the crystal civilization here exceeded my expectations. However, your calculation of the dimensional coordinates, teacher, remains as accurate as ever."

Yutel chuckled softly:

"It's just basic astronomical calculations, nothing special."

He paused for a moment, his gaze gradually deepening:

"However, I am contacting you today not to discuss the interdimensional conquest, but to discuss some recent changes at the Crystal Spire."

Cassandra's expression immediately turned serious: "Are you referring to the arrangements after I leave?"

"That's part of it, but more importantly, it's about the new primordial wizard, Ron Ralph."

The moment the name was uttered, the black-haired witch became somewhat wary:
Is there something wrong with him?

My intelligence indicates that he is merely a rare genius who advanced through the true path; while rare, he is not beyond the realm of possibility.

“On the surface, that certainly seems to be the case,” Yutel said meaningfully.

"But I observed some interesting phenomena through 'hollow skeletons'."

The young man's 'benefit' had an unexpected effect; its purity even surpassed yours back then.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow slightly:
"This is unexpected. My record has been broken so quickly."

“Not only that,” Yutel continued, his voice growing even lower:

"He seems to possess a quality that I cannot fully comprehend. Whenever I try to delve into his mental structure, I always encounter a peculiar resistance, as if I were facing a mystery with multiple layers of protection."

"You mean, he has some kind of hidden ability?"

Cassandra astutely grasped the key point.

“Very likely. But what interests me more is that Eve seems to have gained some unexpected benefits from him.”

Yutel nodded, his words carrying a hidden meaning:
"Her 'demonic devouring' symptoms showed slight but definite signs of relief under Ron's grace."

These words struck Cassandra like a bolt of lightning, and the witch's usually indifferent expression showed a rare change:
"Eve's condition has improved? Are you sure this isn't just a temporary phenomenon?"

"It's too early to draw conclusions, but the data doesn't lie."

Yutel replied:
"Her recent magical fluctuations have become more stable, with abnormal peaks reduced by about 12%, which is unprecedented in all attempts over the past few decades."

Cassandra's breathing quickened slightly, and excitement was clearly visible in her amethyst eyes.

But almost at the same moment, her expression returned to normal.

An almost invisible ripple of pale purple energy spread out from between her brows; it was a high-level emotional control technique—"Forced Meditation."

"I understand." Her voice regained its usual calm:

"But we can't jump to conclusions too early. There have been similar 'improvements' before, but they all ended in failure."

“That’s true.” Yutel nodded.

"Just like Aalto's overclocking immersion experiment, it seemed effective at first, but in the end it actually aggravated the symptoms."

Cassandra's eyes darkened slightly: "Don't mention that stupid old man; his recklessness almost killed Eve."

"That's why I think we should remain on the side of observation and not interfere this time. Any excessive intervention could disrupt the naturally formed balance."

Yutel sighed softly, "Moreover, Eve and this young man have already established a special teacher-student relationship."

"Do you think this relationship is worth maintaining?" Cassandra frowned and asked cautiously.

“I think it’s worth a try.” Yutel pondered for a moment:

“This Ron Ralph is exceptionally pure. His kindness is almost entirely untainted, like a clear spring flowing directly from its source. This quality is extremely rare in my long life.”

Yutel paused for a moment, then continued:
"Aside from that, he doesn't seem to have any particular purpose for Eve, at least not at present. Their exchanges seem more like a pure sharing of knowledge rather than an exchange of benefits."

Cassandra paused for a moment, clearly weighing the pros and cons: "So, what is your suggestion?"

"Observe but don't interfere; let things unfold naturally," Utter declared definitively.
"This young man is very likely to be more extraordinary than we see now, and his future achievements may far exceed our imagination. If he can really alleviate Eve's condition in any way, it would be an absolute surprise."

Just...relieve it?

When her daughter's condition was mentioned, Cassandra's expression became complicated:
"According to what you said before, is the root cause of the 'Demonic Devouring' symptoms really completely unsolvable?"

This question seemed to touch on some taboo, and the energy fluctuations in the air showed subtle tremors.

Yutel's gaze deepened, as if he could see through endless time and space:

“Rules violations are never simple problems to solve, Cassandra, you should know that yourself.”

“I know,” Cassandra’s voice lowered, “but as a mother…”

Before she could finish speaking, she realized that she was once again caught in an emotional turmoil, and immediately used "forced meditation" again.

“We all know that Eve’s very existence is an adventure.”

Yutel carefully chose his words:

"Your attempt to break through that 'bloodline lock' is bold, but not without reason."

A hint of melancholy flickered in Cassandra's amethyst eyes:

"We are destined to never be able to transcend the shackles of our bloodline origins..." "This is the common predicament of all descendants of great beings."

Yutel could only offer words of comfort:

"The bloodline lock is part of the rules, a mechanism to ensure balance. Otherwise, the descendants of the Witch King, who are already exceptionally talented, might have the potential to become the new Witch King with the support of his resources, which would lead to the unlimited expansion of power and the collapse of the rules of grace."

Cassandra chuckled softly, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips.
"Therefore, no matter how prosperous our Manzhi clan becomes, it can only exist as the shadow of the 'King of Absurdity'."

“That one really did little to manage the clan, and I would say all the witch kings were like that.”

Yutel sighed:

"Once the Witch King steps into his own 'kingdom,' he rarely pays attention to the bloodline descendants of the original world. He is more concerned with expanding and elevating his own domain. After all, establishing bloodline clans is just one of the means to expand the imprint of the rules."

The kingdom of the "King of Absurdity" is built upon the rules of "absurdity".

It was a completely transformed "contradictory world," a realm filled with distorted existences that defied common sense.

Legend has it that the most absurd ideas become reality there, and the most impossible things can coexist.

"Speaking of which, the ancestral 'kingdom' is somewhat like another form of the abyss."

Cassandra commented casually, seemingly just trying to change the subject.

"In a sense, yes."

Yutel nodded:
"The 'kingdom' is often an extreme distortion of the rules of reality, while the abyss is a region with loose rules. The two do have something in common in essence."

Cassandra turned her gaze back to the containers filled with otherworldly creatures:

"So, you think my research direction is correct? By collecting and analyzing the energy structures of different planes, I'm trying to find the possibility of breaking through the bloodline lock?"

"It's at least more promising than most attempts."

Yutel frankly admitted:

"But whether it will ultimately succeed, only time will tell. However, Cassandra, there's something I must remind you of..."

His tone became extremely serious:

"Whether Eve can ultimately break free from the constraints of the rules or not, she is first and foremost a living being, your daughter, not merely an experimental subject. I see your feelings for her; although you have repeatedly tried to suppress them, they are real and growing."

Cassandra's expression faltered slightly: "I understand what you mean."

A brief silence fell over the communication; the conversation between the two powerful figures seemed to have reached a stalemate when it touched on the realm of complex emotions.

"Back to business."

Yutel finally broke the silence:
"I will continue to observe Ron Ralph and will inform you immediately of any important findings. You can focus on your research; everything at the Crystal Spire is under control for now."

Cassandra nodded in agreement:

"Thank you for your help, teacher. I only hope that my aimless expedition can really bring some change to Eve's situation."

"May fate be kind to you, Cassandra." Yutel's projection began to blur:
"If that young man is truly as extraordinary as I feel, perhaps his appearance itself is an arrangement of fate."

As these profound words were spoken, the light from the communication crystal gradually dimmed, and the projection completely disappeared.

Cassandra stood silently in the void for a long time, her amethyst eyes gleaming with complex light.

As a great wizard, she had almost transcended the constraints of ordinary emotions.

But when his daughter was mentioned, an indescribable longing always lingered.

“Eve,” she murmured softly, her voice tinged with barely perceptible expectation and pity.

Then, she composed herself and turned her attention back to the harvest in front of her.

She reached out and took a crystal container. The fluid creature sealed inside trembled slightly in her palm, as if it were sensing some kind of pressure.

"I hope you can provide some useful information for my research."

Cassandra calmly assessed the situation, the gentleness in her purple eyes completely replaced by the cold glint of a researcher: "Regarding how to break that lock."

As she retracted her spatial container, Cassandra's figure gradually faded into the interstellar void.

Only a faint energy ripple remained, proving that she had once existed here.

………………

The Crystal Spire's enchanting skill tree is located in a separate building within the West End Towers complex.

Its shape is similar to that of the main teaching building, resembling an open ancient book, with the "pages" on both sides composed of countless tiny runes that gleam in the sunlight.

The interior design of the building is even more unique, with corridors and rooms decorated with runes as the theme.

Some living runes are even embedded in the walls, which change shape with the fluctuations of the surrounding magic, forming a unique visual art.

Ron walked down the corridor leading to the elementary lecture hall, filled with curiosity about his surroundings.

As a teaching assistant at the Crystal Spire, he has the privilege of attending open courses taught by all instructors below the associate professor level, a privilege that is not valued by most.

“Most teaching assistants won’t attend these low-level courses, especially among colleagues, there are always some subtle issues of saving face.”

Ron thought to himself, "But for me, this is simply the best way to learn."

He pushed open the door to the lecture hall, where nearly fifty apprentices were already seated.

Most of them were young people at the beginner or intermediate level, and they were talking quietly, clearly looking forward to the upcoming "Introduction to Enchanting" course.

Ron walked to an empty seat in the back corner.

When the apprentices noticed the stranger in the teaching assistant's robe, their conversation immediately quieted down, and many curious glances were cast his way.

"Isn't that the new primordial wizard?"

"That's Ron, the teaching assistant. I heard his courses are already full."

"If that's the case, why would he have time to attend such a basic course?"

"It is said that he may have a special relationship with the Crown Clan."

Whispers filled the classroom, but Ron ignored them and waited quietly in his seat.

He knew his identity was already conspicuous enough, and any extra reaction would only intensify that attention.

A few minutes later, the lecture hall door opened again, and a middle-aged man with long, dark blue robes and silver hair walked in.

His face was handsome yet dignified, and his brows exuded the composure of a scholar.

What is most striking are his hands, with long, slender, and powerful fingers.

Each finger is engraved with tiny, intricate runes that shimmer with a faint silver light under the sun; it is said to be his unique technique.

"Welcome to the first lecture of 'Introduction to Enchanting'."

The middle-aged man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried with exceptional clarity to every corner of the classroom:
"I am the presenter of this course, Frederick Craven."

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