Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 303 Welcoming Her Back

Time slips away silently like sand through one's fingers, and beneath the seemingly calm surface, Ron's life is also rife with undercurrents.

His daily routine has been adjusted to an almost demanding level of precision:
Get up in the early morning to meditate and draw energy from the stars by utilizing the "projection of stars" property.
Various experiments and research were conducted at dawn;
Teaching activities will be conducted in the morning;

The afternoon was dedicated to memory crystal analysis and academic exchange;

They practiced spells and weapon skills late at night.

This kind of lifestyle would undoubtedly be torture for ordinary people, but for Ron, it is an essential path to a higher level.

"Master, the ink is mimicking your movements again."

Ailan's gentle voice came from the other side of the lab table, her green eyes filled with a hint of helplessness, but even more so with doting affection.

Ron looked up, his gaze falling on the black clump of slime in the corner that was diligently "studying".

Since successfully cultivating this autophagic slime, it has become the most active creature in the workshop.

Dyer named it "Ink," a fitting name indeed.

Its body is nearly perfectly spherical, with a smooth, mirror-like surface, yet it displays various wondrous patterns and bumps depending on its mood.

At this moment, the ink is trying to mimic Ron's action of holding a pen and writing.

A slender tentacle extends from its body.

He held a quill pen tremblingly and left crooked but barely legible lines on the paper.

Its focused expression, coupled with the ever-changing ripple patterns on its body, is both comical and touching.

"Its learning ability is truly impressive."

Ron put down his rune pen and observed the ink experiment with great interest:
"Although it lacks a fixed body structure, its accuracy in imitating complex movements has reached a fairly high level."

In addition, it is extremely sensitive to and reacts to bloodline energy.

He reached out and gently stroked the smooth surface of the ink.

The little creature immediately emitted a slight buzzing sound, and its body color gradually changed from pure black to deep purple, indicating that it was analyzing the bloodline composition and energy characteristics of the person it was in contact with.

A few seconds later, part of the ink's body began to exhibit an energy fluctuation frequency similar to Ron's.

Although the intensity was so weak as to be almost negligible, the accuracy of the simulation was astonishing.

"This is exactly the perfect experimental subject I need."

Ron's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and at the same time, he began to conceive various experimental plans in his mind:
"By rehearsing various bloodline modulation techniques on ink, I can significantly reduce the risk of conducting experiments on myself and my partners."

After all, any theory needs to be verified through practice, and blind experimentation is often more dangerous than ignorance.

Over the next few days, Ron began to systematically conduct experiments on bloodline modulation using ink.

His first attempt was to further optimize and expand the Chimera bloodline.

Through a carefully designed potion formula, he successfully gave a portion of the ink a temporary ability similar to "bloodline replication".

Although it lasted only a few minutes, it was enough to verify the correctness of his theoretical system.

"In the sixth experiment, the duration was extended to six minutes and twenty-three seconds."

Ron meticulously recorded every detail in his experimental log:
"The effect is significantly improved after using a small amount of blood vessel stabilizer."

The next step could be to try adding an extract of 'Abyssal Thistle Flower', which should theoretically further extend the duration of the effect.

The ink always cooperated perfectly in all experiments, never showing any discomfort or resistance.

As an autophagic slime, it not only possesses extremely strong adaptability by nature, but it can also withstand blood pulse attacks that are difficult for ordinary creatures to endure.

The most crucial point is that it seems to have gained some kind of growth and evolution from these experiments.

After each successful bloodline fusion experiment, the ink's intelligence level would show a slight but noticeable improvement.

This phenomenon led Ron to a bold conjecture: could ink be cultivated into a true "living bloodline bank" through continuous bloodline modulation experiments?
[Bloodline Shaping (Proficient) Experience Points +1]

[Current Progress: Bloodline Shaping (Proficiency 82/100)]

"At this rate of progress, I should be able to break through to the master level in another two to three months."

Ron reviewed the data on the skill panel with satisfaction, and his plans for the future became increasingly clear:

"A master of bloodline shaping is a rare talent even in the entire Central Lands."

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Meanwhile, the bi-weekly memory crystal analysis course has become his most anticipated academic activity.

"Today we are going to analyze a high-grade memory crystal."

Yutel's ethereal projection slowly emerged in the analysis room, its silver light more solid than usual, demonstrating his emphasis on this lesson:

"This is the highest-level sample you've ever encountered, containing far more complex information and potential risks than any previous exercise."

Ron carefully observed the memory crystal before him.

Unlike the samples we've encountered before, this crystal is a deep indigo blue.

It has an extremely complex spiral structure inside, like a miniature galaxy compressed in crystal.

Simply by gazing at its surface, one can sense a subtle yet dangerous energy fluctuation.

"Advanced memory crystals usually come from areas below the sixth layer of the abyss. The memories they contain often involve the direct activities of the apostles or confidential information from the core area of ​​the abyss."

Yutel's voice became exceptionally serious, and the silver light of the illusory projection subtly diminished:
"During the analysis process, you will likely encounter some less pleasant truths."

Please be fully prepared; if you feel any discomfort, I will forcibly disconnect your link.

Ron took a deep breath, nodded in understanding, and then began to establish a mental connection with the memory crystal.

As the connection deepened, a breathtaking scene slowly unfolded in his mind:

That was the terrifying scene of the sixth level of the abyss.

In the boundless darkness, a massive blood-red altar was arranged according to some complex and sinister geometric pattern.

Each altar was bound to a humanoid creature, but those creatures could no longer be called human.

Their bodies were severely distorted by abyssal energy, turning them into terrifying beings somewhere between humans and abyssal creatures.

What's even more chilling is that these distorted beings still maintain a conscious awareness.

Their eyes revealed a complex mix of emotions, including despair, pain, anger, and pleading. Their lips trembled incessantly, yet they were unable to utter a sound.

That silent scream was more chilling than any wailing.

In the center of the image, a tall, blurry figure is presiding over some kind of evil ritual.

Although the specific face cannot be seen, it can be judged from the terrifying energy fluctuations surrounding it.

This is undoubtedly a true apostle, the kind of high-level abyss being whose very presence could lead to mental pollution.

"Is this... large-scale artificial manufacturing?"

Ron suppressed the nausea rising in his heart and continued to carefully observe this appalling scene.

Through the first-person perspective of the master of memories, an unfortunate explorer of the abyss.

He witnessed the entire process by which the apostles systematically transformed the captives into some kind of special abyssal creature.

This is not a simple and brutal killing or devouring, but a carefully designed process of "sublimation".

Its purpose is clearly to create a terrifying hybrid that possesses both the intelligence and cunning of an intelligent being and the power and cruelty of the abyss.

"You saw something you shouldn't have seen."

When Ron finished his analysis, Yutel's tone became unusually heavy:

"This memory crystal records the internal conditions of a 'nest' in the abyss."

The apostles are attempting to create a war machine, a perfect soldier combining human intelligence and abyssal power.

"For what purpose?"

"The Abyss periodically launches large-scale infiltrations and invasions of the surface," Ron asked, despite a growing sense of foreboding.

Yutel's ethereal projection dimmed slightly, his voice filled with deep worry:
"Once these hybrids are successfully created, they can perfectly infiltrate human society and launch a deadly betrayal at a critical moment."

Most terrifyingly, they completely retain human memories, emotions, and social relationships, making them virtually impossible to identify or detect by any conventional means.

This discovery deeply shocked Ron.

If the Abyss is indeed preparing for such a large-scale infiltration, then the entire human civilization will face an unprecedented threat to its survival.

[Historical Research (Beginner) Experience Points +1]

[Historical Research (Beginner) Experience Points +1]

[Historical Research (Beginner) Experience Points +1]

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[Current Progress: Historical Research (Introduction 49/50)]

There are still a few experience points left. Only the last part of the memory fragment generated from the last analysis of the silver pocket watch remains.

He decided to save the video for now because he was overwhelmed with mental burden; watching it should be enough for him to make a breakthrough.

"Alright, next week is the last event, same time as before."

Yutel chuckled softly, his silver eyes flashing uncertainly, as if he were lost in thought.

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In addition to the memory crystal analysis activities, Ron also regularly participates in stargazing events organized by Eve's private organization.

This was not a large academic salon, but a private exchange involving only the two of them.

Each stargazing event is held on the elaborately decorated observatory on the top floor of the Emerald Mansion.
The area was surrounded by sophisticated soundproofing and anti-spying arrays to ensure that the conversation would not be detected by any outsiders.

"The constellations tonight are particularly special."

Eve stood in the center of the observatory, holding an intricately crafted planetarium in her hand, her amethyst eyes reflecting the brilliance of the stars:

“The ‘annihilation cluster’ and the ‘binary galaxy’ are forming a rare triangular conjunction, a phenomenon that occurs only once every hundred years.”

Her physical condition has improved significantly compared to a few months ago.

The symptoms of demonic possession were effectively controlled, and her complexion returned to a healthy rosy hue.

But Ron could still catch a glimpse of deep worry in her occasional glances, as if some heavy burden was weighing on her heart.

"According to ancient astrological texts, this astrological phenomenon usually foreshadows a major upheaval."

Eve's voice was soft and resonant, yet the weight it carried was undeniable:
"Almost every major innovation in history has been accompanied by similar celestial omens."

The stars don't lie; they simply reflect the subtle shifts in the balance of power in the universe.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over Ron, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

After the stargazing activity ended, the two chatted casually on the stargazing platform as usual.

A gentle night breeze and starlight created a romantic and mysterious atmosphere for this important conversation.

"Mentor, I want to tell you something."

Eve's voice was softer than usual, but Ron could sense the determination within it:

"About the true purpose of my existence, and about the fate that awaits me."

Moonlight streamed through the crystal dome overhead, bathing the two of them in its glow.

Do you know why I developed symptoms of demonic possession?

Eve didn't wait for an answer, but continued on her own:
"From as far back as I can remember, my mother told me that this was a rare congenital disease, an unfortunate mutation that occasionally occurred in the bloodline of the Crown Clan."

She said that although the symptoms were painful, they also endowed her with superhuman magical sensitivity and mental control.

The girl smiled bitterly:

"For a long time, I believed this explanation. After all, who would doubt the words of their loving mother?"

"But as I got older and gained a deeper understanding of wizarding history and bloodline knowledge, I began to realize that something was wrong."

Eve's voice began to tremble slightly:
"The pattern of the demonic attack symptoms is too precise, and the level of pain is always just right at the edge of my tolerance limit."

Moreover, whenever symptoms are about to worsen to a dangerous level, appropriate relief measures always appear in time.

She turned to Ron, her amethyst eyes revealing a depth and sorrow beyond her years:
"This kind of precise control is something that no natural disease can achieve. It's more like a man-made modulation process."

Ron listened in silence, but his mind was racing, analyzing the information Eve was conveying.

With his expertise in bloodline modulation, he could indeed understand the rationale behind Eve's suspicions.

"Later, I began to secretly study the history and bloodline characteristics of the Crown Clan."

Her already delicate voice now sounded even more fragile:
"Our clan's ancestor, the King of Absurdity, while successfully ascending to the position of Witch King, also burdened his bloodline descendants with an insurmountable limitation."

"Restrictions?" Ron finally asked.

"To be precise, it should be called a bloodline lock."

"No matter how gifted or how hard they cultivate, the descendants of the King of Absurdity cannot break through to the realm above the Grand Wizard."

This is an absolute shackle etched deep within one's bloodline, one that no one has been able to break for millennia.

Eve's eyes held both reverence for her ancestors and resentment towards her fate:

"As the strongest member of the current Crown Clan, Mother was naturally unwilling to be restricted in this way."

She yearned to break free of the bloodline lock and become the second Witch King in the clan's history.

"but me"

The black-haired princess continued her tale, her voice echoing from a secluded valley:
"I was an experiment she conducted in order to break through the bloodline lock."

"experiment?"

"Yes, I was not born naturally."

Eve's words were like a sharp blade, cutting open the deepest wounds in her heart:

"I am an 'artificial genius' created by my mother through bloodline modulation technology."

My demonic possession symptoms, my unique constitution, my powerful talents—everything was the result of meticulous planning.

Her voice carried a deep sense of self-mockery:
"Mother hopes to try to circumvent or break through the bloodline lock set by the King of Absurdity by creating a perfect bloodline vessel."

He was relatively accepting of artificial embryos, having seen in vitro fertilization.

However, creating offspring merely as a tool to break through the bloodline lock is somewhat...

Ron gained a completely new understanding of Cassandra, the tower master.

She is certainly a mother, but more than that, she is an ambitious woman who will stop at nothing to gain power.

"What do you want me to do by telling me all this?" Ron asked directly.

"I do not know."

Eve shook her head honestly, her eyes revealing a deep sense of confusion and helplessness:
"Maybe I just want someone to understand my situation and know my true thoughts and feelings."

Or, after everything has settled down, perhaps someone will remember me.

Her words carried a heartbreaking sense of despair and loneliness.

That was the final cry of a girl manipulated by fate, facing an unchangeable future.

"In addition, there is something else I need to tell you in advance."

My mother recently informed me that she should be back in three months.

According to custom, all registered wizards and apprentices of the school in the central region must participate in a welcoming ceremony organized by the registrar's office.

(End of this chapter)