Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 309 They're all blockheads!

"That's why Allen has been in a semi-disabled state for so many years."

Warren added, his voice filled with deep remorse:
“Besides the fact that physical damage is difficult to heal completely, any high-intensity use of mental energy will activate the scars deep within her soul, leading to a breakdown of her sanity. But I…”

He paused for a long time:

"Through a family marriage, I gained enough resources to heal my emotional trauma."

That ancient wizarding family spared no expense to provide me with top-tier treatment in order to acquire a Dark Sun-level wizard.

Silence fell over the room.

Everyone is processing this story.

"There's one more thing I need to tell you."

Yutel's voice broke the silence:
“Saline did not truly die. Her soul was taken away by that abyss being and, after nearly a century of transformation, has now become a true apostle.”

The news sent a chill down the spines of the three who were listening quietly.

"She is now known as the 'Sweet Nightmare,' and is responsible for seducing young wizards who thirst for knowledge."

Yutel continued:

"In a sense, she is still continuing the work she did more than a hundred years ago—spreading the 'gift' of the abyss, only now on a larger scale and with more covert methods."

Warren slowly rose and walked toward a safe deep inside the study.

It was a cube made of a special alloy, its surface engraved with protective runes.

He trembled as he entered the password and retrieved a deep red memory crystal.

"This is a record I saved."

He handed the crystal to Yutel:
"Although I chose to run away at the crucial moment, at least I recorded how we were tempted. Perhaps... perhaps this record of failure is more educational."

Yutel took the crystal, and the illusory light rippled slightly:
"Thank you, Valen. I know what handing this over means to you."

"in addition……"

Valen hesitated for a moment:
"My wife, Irene, passed away thirteen years ago."

She never managed to become a full-fledged wizard, and her health remained poor. Although I tried my best to provide the best treatment, but…”

His voice trembled:

“We have no children. Elena’s body doesn’t allow her to bear the burden of pregnancy. Perhaps this is my deserved punishment, eternal loneliness.”

“The past cannot be changed,” Yutel said, his voice soothing.

"But you still have the opportunity to contribute to the future. Helping the younger generation avoid repeating the mistakes of the past is the best redemption for the past."

Ron listened quietly to these conversations, gaining a deeper understanding of the historical exploration that was about to take place.

This was not just a skills training session, but a bloody lesson about desire, betrayal, and the consequences.

"When can I begin this historical exploration?" he asked. "Any special preparations are required?"

"After you break through to the Moon-level," Yutel replied definitively.

"The mental strength of a Morning Star level individual is not yet sufficient to safely withstand that level of historical impact."

The old professor's ghostly figure began to become transparent:

"I will keep these records safe and sound, and arrange this special historical tour for you when the time is right. But remember one thing..."

His voice became unusually serious:

"Whatever you see in history, don't try to change anything."

You are merely an observer, not a participant. Any attempt to intervene in history, while not actually changing it, will undoubtedly cause significant disturbances in the flow of time, attracting the hounds of time.

As the phantom of Yutel dissipated, the atmosphere in the room gradually returned to normal.

………………

On his way back to the workshop, Ron fell into deep thought.

The amount of information we received today far exceeded our expectations, and we need to carefully digest and analyze it.

Valen's weakness, Mrs. Allen's suffering, Salyn's downfall... every detail reveals the essence of the wizarding world.

In this world that strives for power, friendship and trust are often the most precious things.

Back at the workshop, Ailan greeted him: "Master, you look a little tired. Did today's meeting go well?"

"It was very rewarding, but also very heavy," Ron replied briefly.
"I need some time to sort out my thoughts."

In his private research lab, he began experimenting with the breakthrough "sensory" properties.

This ability allows him to perceive historical traces on objects and recreate scenes from specific points in time.

Since his skill breakthrough, he has been feeling a subtle pull.

That feeling was vague, like something important was missing from my heart.

Today, after hearing discussions about memory erasure, this pull has become even stronger.

Ron closed his eyes, letting his "sensory power" guide his attention.

Soon, his gaze was drawn to an inconspicuous storage cabinet in the corner of the room.

There were various items he brought from the Black Mist School stored there, most of which were souvenirs or small items with little practical use.

Guided by his senses, he opened a wooden box that hadn't been opened in a long time.

Inside were a pair of exquisite magic crystal spheres, their pale blue surfaces shimmering with faint energy patterns.

When Ron's mental energy came into contact with them, a strong sense of déjà vu instantly surged into his mind.

The fragments of memory begin to piece together...

Brown-haired girl, bet, farewell...

Ron carefully activated one of the crystal spheres.

A faint light flickered inside the sphere, creating an extremely blurry image.

It was a space composed entirely of nothingness, with no up or down, no front or back, only endless mist flowing slowly.

Deep in the mist, he saw a familiar figure.

That was Trish, but she looked extremely unwell.

The person was like a semi-transparent ghost, their body constantly fluctuating between solidity and nothingness, as if they might completely dissipate at any moment.

She seemed to notice the observation and turned to look in Ron's direction.

Those once vibrant eyes now held only deep despair and a silent plea for help.

Her lips kept opening and closing, as if she were saying something, but no sound could be heard.

Ron tried to increase the energy output of the crystal sphere in hopes of establishing a more stable connection.

But the image quickly began to shatter, like a piece of paper being torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and eventually disappeared completely into nothingness.

The crystal sphere returned to calm, but the light on its surface became even dimmer.

"They are still alive... in some sense."

Ron stared at the crystal sphere in his hand and began a calm analysis:

"But if you are trapped in a certain space, you may completely disappear at any time."

He tried to trace the exact location of that alternate dimension using the crystal sphere, but the information he obtained was extremely limited.

With his current strength, there is absolutely no possibility of him going to the rescue.

Even Moon-level wizards can mostly only flee for their lives when faced with the Forgotten Lands.

To effectively counter the power of "existence erasure," one would need at least the strength of a Dark Sun-level or even a Grand Wizard, along with specialized protective measures and extensive preparations.

Ron stared silently at the crystal sphere, mentally conducting a precise cost-benefit analysis.

From a purely rational perspective, Trish and Corinna's life and death were indeed of limited concern to him.

Although they maintained a good relationship during their time at the Black Mist School, they were far from being able to share life and death.

Taking on huge risks to save them is not worthwhile from the perspective of maximizing benefits.

Moreover, even if he were to attempt a rescue at all costs, the chances of success would be extremely slim.

The Forgotten Lands are so terrifying that even experienced high wizards must proceed with caution.

Acting rashly will only put yourself in the same danger.

On the other hand, Trish was one of his few friends in the Black Mist School.

Although it wasn't a deep friendship, it's at least a memorable experience.

If conditions permit, attempting a rescue is not out of the question.

The key lies in the phrase "conditions allow".

"I will consider the possibility of rescue when I have sufficient strength."

Ron finally made a decision and carefully placed the crystal ball back into the protective case:

"Until then, we can only let them continue to wait. If they completely disappear during this time... then we can only say it is the arrangement of fate."

This kind of calculation may seem ruthless, but it is exactly Ron's usual style of doing things.

He never makes irrational decisions based on emotional impulses.

Every choice must be based on objective risk assessment and benefit analysis.

He knew perfectly well that only by becoming strong enough could he truly protect those who deserved protection.

Blind sacrifice and impulsive actions will only lead to more tragedies.

After resealing the crystal sphere, Ron began to devote himself entirely to his growth.

Only by becoming stronger can we face the challenges of the future.

Whether it's the threat of the conquerors, the temptation of the abyss, or those old friends awaiting rescue...

Everything needs a stronger foundation.

………………

Inside the enchanting classroom in the east wing of the Crystal Spire, the last rays of the setting sun shone through the stained-glass windows onto the stone lectern.

Frederick Craven slowly put away the rune pen he was using for teaching, his gaze sweeping across the empty classroom.

The seats, which were just packed a moment ago, are now empty except for a few apprentices packing up their notes and tools; most people have already left in a hurry.

As a seasoned enchanter with decades of teaching experience, Frederick was already used to this phenomenon.

Enchanting has never been a popular course.

Compared to the practicality of potion-making and the intuitiveness of alchemy, enchanting requires extremely high precision in controlling mental energy and a deep understanding of the rune system.

Most apprentices give up after a few months due to slow progress.

"It's happening again..." Frederick sighed inwardly, feeling the slight feedback of the blessing within his body.

A whole month of intensive teaching and fifteen hours of meticulous preparation yielded only such meager results.

Of these students, probably less than one-tenth truly understand the core concepts he imparts.

He could sense the feedback coming from the students: confusion, frustration, boredom, and complaints about the difficulty of the course.

These negative emotions pricked at his heart like needles, reminding him that his teaching results were not satisfactory.

"A bunch of blockheads!"

Frederick shook his head with a wry smile and began to have his servant puppets tidy up the scattered teaching aids on the podium.

Those meticulously crafted rune models and the sample props that required a great deal of effort to prepare seemed to the students to be nothing more than boring decorations.

But he also knew it wasn't the students' fault.

Enchanting is indeed one of the most difficult disciplines in wizarding arts.

Its complexity far exceeds that of potion-making and alchemy, requiring a mastery of knowledge from multiple branches of fields, including runic literature, energy conduction theory, and materials science.

The talent requirements for enchanting are much more demanding than those for the other two mainstream wizarding arts.

Apprentices who lack sufficient mental strength to control precision cannot even successfully draw the most basic stable runes.

The ability to control one's mental energy is largely innate and is difficult to significantly improve through training.

"But precisely because it is difficult, the benefits it brings will be even greater... if you can find a truly talented student."

Frederick recalled his chance encounter a few months earlier with the dark-haired young teaching assistant—Ron Ralph.

The other person only sat in on one class, yet demonstrated an amazing ability to understand.

What's even more remarkable is that he was able to raise some very insightful questions, demonstrating a profound understanding of the nature of enchanting.

"If he really chooses to delve deeper into the study of enchanting..."

Thinking of this, Frederick couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Given Ron's current status and achievements, why would he need to devote his energy to such a complex subject as enchanting?

In recent months, this young "gemstone genius" has been making waves in the Central Region.

Not only did he win the "Rainbow Ring" competition at the Lance Memorial Day, but he also earned over a thousand contribution points with his original academic theory.

What his peers envy most is his tremendous success in teaching.

It is said that Ron's courses are very popular with students, and the number of applicants often exceeds the classroom capacity.

The students who graduated from his class all held him in the highest esteem.

This recognition and respect will translate into a continuous stream of high-quality benefits.

"I heard that he has already discovered several exceptionally talented students."

Frederick slowed down as he packed up the teaching materials, a clear look of envy in his eyes:

"One of them has even entered the school's key talent pool and has been listed as a future prospect."

This achievement would be a great honor for any teacher.

Being able to discover and nurture true geniuses not only brings tremendous benefits but also serves as the best proof of one's academic standing.

In contrast, although Frederick has trained a few qualified enchanters over the years, very few of his students can truly be called geniuses.

This is also a major reason why he has remained at the level of a regular lecturer and has been unable to enter the core academic circle.

Just as he was immersed in these complex emotions, a more somber topic came to mind.

Cassandra is about to return.

This news was no secret within the Crystal Spire, and various related rumors and speculations were circulating in the shadows.

As a senior teacher who had worked in the school for decades, Frederick learned some disturbing information through his own channels.

The reforms that the Conquerors are about to implement will likely completely change the Crystal Spire's existing management system.

The traditional contribution value system will coexist with the new "battle merit system," and the academic evaluation standards will also undergo significant adjustments.

What's even more worrying is that those wizards who are too old to produce enough academic results may face difficult choices.

"Sent abroad to fringe academic schools..."

Frederick repeated softly the word that kept countless colleagues up at night.

On the surface, this was intended to strengthen educational support in remote areas, but in reality, it was a form of disguised exile.

Wizards sent to those remote schools of thought were nominally there to fulfill the noble duty of "spreading knowledge" and to cultivate more promising seeds for the Crystal Spire.

But everyone knows that such an assignment often means the practical end of an academic career.

Those marginal schools of thought have poor conditions and scarce resources, making it impossible for them to support high-level research.

The dispatched wizards could only spend the last years of their careers there, gradually being forgotten by mainstream academia.

Frederick thought of his friends and distant relatives.

Many of them are complaining bitterly about the impending changes.

Some people began writing papers frantically, hoping to enhance their academic reputation before the reforms were launched;
Some people try to seek asylum through various connections in hopes of avoiding being sent abroad;
Some people have even started considering early retirement in order to save face.

But no matter what strategy they adopted, these struggles seemed pale and powerless in the face of the powerful influence of the conquerors.

Cassandra Saint Mange, the legendary high priestess and current patriarch of the Crown Clan.

She represents not only an individual's will, but also a major shift in the development direction of the entire wizarding civilization.

The traditional, conservative, and steady approach was abandoned in favor of a radical, expansionist path of conquest.

The impact of this transformation will be profound and comprehensive, and no wizard working at the Crystal Spire will be immune.

"Perhaps... the status of enchanting will be even higher than it is now."

Frederick tried to find some solace in this gloomy prospect.

Conquering another world requires a large amount of equipment and enchanted items, which is precisely the specialty of enchanters.

From this perspective, the importance of enchanting will not only not decrease, but may even receive unprecedented attention.

Wizards who master advanced enchanting techniques are likely to become core talents in the new system.

"But the prerequisite is that we can produce enough tangible results..."

He shook his head with a wry smile; reality is always much crueler than fantasy.

Simply mastering theoretical knowledge is far from enough; one must be able to create truly valuable results in order to gain a foothold in this transformation.

Just as Frederick was lost in these worries and thoughts, a sudden and enormous shock struck him.

It was a breathtakingly pure torrent of grace, transmitted from a relatively close distance with unprecedented intensity and concentration.

The feeling is like a person walking in the desert suddenly encountering sweet dew, or like a river on the verge of drying up suddenly being joined by a surging tributary.

Frederick's body trembled violently, almost losing control in the intense pleasure.

He had to grip the edge of the podium tightly, forcing himself to maintain a semblance of composure.

But the shock was so intense that his legs began to go weak and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Whose kindness is this...?"

Frederick exclaimed inwardly, trying to analyze the source and characteristics of this blessing.

As an experienced teacher, he has a keen perception of the qualities of various kinds of favors.

The favors bestowed upon ordinary apprentices are usually weak and fleeting, like a drizzle that is long-lasting but limited in its intensity;

The blessings bestowed by exceptionally gifted students are purer and more lasting, like the comforting warmth of the spring sun.
But the scale and quality of this favor before him completely surpassed all his previous experiences.

"This level of purity... is something that only a genius of the rarest caliber could produce."

A look of shock flashed in his eyes, and he began to search his mind for possible sources.

Inside the Crystal Spire, only a handful of young wizards are classified as Treasures, and most of them have a clear lineage of mentors.

There is very likely only one person who could elicit such a strong response of gratitude at this time and in this place...

"Ron Ralph?"

Frederick's eyes widened; the guess both excited and confused him.

This level of positive feedback typically only occurs when a student achieves a significant breakthrough or profound insight.

A bold idea popped into Frederick's mind.

That pure energy was slowly nourishing his spiritual core, clearing away the trace pollutants accumulated over the years, and even making his mind more sharp.

This effect is more than just a blessing; it is an almost miraculous spiritual purification.

"I must find a way to seize this opportunity."

A strong impulse rose within Frederick, and reason told him to remain calm, but the desire within him burned like a flame.

As a scholar who had dedicated most of his life to the field of enchanting, he knew all too well how precious this opportunity was.

If we can continue to mentor that genius, we will surely receive a continuous stream of immense blessings in return.

Moreover, in the upcoming wave of reforms, mentors with exceptional students will undoubtedly gain higher status and better treatment.

"But... I heard that he has now gained Professor Utter's favor..."

The harsh reality quickly extinguished the flame in Frederick's heart.

Regardless of how he teaches others, Ron's interest in enchanting is likely just that of someone who is interested, rather than someone who has a real professional need for it.

"However... there may still be a chance."

Frederick recalled that brief encounter and remembered the young man's humble and focused demeanor.

Unlike some arrogant geniuses, Ron gives the impression of being sincere and eager for knowledge.

Such a person might genuinely be interested in in-depth academic exchange.

"I should take the initiative."

With this in mind, Frederick began to formulate a plan.

He believed that with his decades of experience in enchanting, he would be able to provide some content that would interest the other party.

"At least give it a try..."

Frederick took a deep breath, feeling the warm power of the blessing within him.

This feeling was like rain after a long drought, rekindling his passion for teaching and scholarship.

Perhaps the god of fate is opening a new door for him, giving him the opportunity to achieve a real breakthrough and success later in his career.

The key to all of this is that young genius named Ron Ralph.

(End of this chapter)