Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 311 Preservation of Microbial Strains

In the research lab late at night, the blue light emitted by the magic lamp cast swaying shadows on the walls.

He slowly put down the quill pen, gently patted his chest with his right hand, and felt the rhythm of the blood energy within his body.

The power emanating from the Crimson Blood Dragon remained strong and potent.

Like a fiery dragon swimming in the veins, each heartbeat brings a scorching energy pulse.

But this is not enough, far from it.

If one reaches the stage of "bone and blood fusion," which has extremely strict requirements on bloodline level, the bloodline's carrying capacity limit will become an insurmountable obstacle.

It wasn't a lack of willpower or skill; rather, it was the physical limitations of the container itself that determined everything.

He walked to the window and gazed through the crystal glass at the towering spires of the Crystal Tower in the distance.

Even in the dead of night, those magical light ribbons still flowed in the air, like luminous rivers, adorning the entire city in a dreamlike and enchanting way.

As a teaching assistant at the Crystal Spire, he had relatively high library access, enough to access most non-core confidential texts, including some ancient documents involving deep theories of bloodline studies.

"Let's conduct a systematic literature review."

………………

The central library of the Crystal Spire is constructed entirely of translucent magical crystals, and its interior space has been expanded to an astonishing scale through spatial folding magic.

Even late at night, the place remains brightly lit.

The air was filled with the scent of parchment and special ink, an irresistible aroma for any scholar.

"Assistant Ralph, are you still looking up materials so late?"

The night watchman was a rather elderly-looking senior apprentice named Victor.

He had a thin build, deep-set eyes, and shoulders that slumped slightly forward from long hours of reading.

"Some research questions need to be verified."

Ron showed his teaching assistant badge: "I need to consult advanced texts related to bloodline studies and bloodline knights."

Victor took the badge and carefully examined the authorization markings on it.

During the identification process, the crystal emitted a faint blue light, projecting a series of authorization symbols into the air.

"Level 3 permissions confirmed."

He respectfully returned the badge to Ron:

"You can enter the third area, where most of the advanced texts on bloodline studies are kept."

However, I must remind you that some of the classic texts from that region may cause mental fatigue if read for extended periods.

"Thanks for reminding me, I will pay attention."

The third area is located in the core area of ​​the library, and the atmosphere here is distinctly different from the surrounding area.

As Ron walked among these towering bookshelves, he could feel the almost tangible weight of knowledge.

Whenever he passed by certain particularly ancient texts, he could even hear faint whispers.

It was the whisper of ancient memories sealed within the pages of a book.

Soon, Ron found his target—"A Study on the Origins of Different Bloodlines".

"Permission verification successful. Welcome to read."

A slightly mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

Ron found a comfortable reading chair, sat down, and carefully turned to the first page of this precious book.

"The Dragon Bloodline is hailed as the most powerful and mysterious of all known bloodlines."

However, modern research indicates that these so-called 'dragon races' are not actually native to this world, but rather powerful life forms from another dimension.

"The Great Cataclysm of the Second Era not only tore apart the barriers of reality, but also brought countless otherworldly creatures to this world."

The most prominent among them were those powerful beings later known as the 'Dragon Seeds'.

The arrival of these creatures completely altered the ecological landscape and power structure of our world.

Ron activated the "Historical Research" skill, and as the skill was activated, the originally static text seemed to come alive.

His consciousness was gently drawn into a vortex of historical images.

The present reality gradually blurred, replaced by vivid images from the distant past.

The historical images are layered upon each other, like geological strata recording fragments from different periods.

What first catches the eye is a disturbing ancient scene.

That was the land at the beginning of the Second Age—the sky was not a normal blue, but a nauseating deep purple, as sticky as stagnant blood.

Countless strangely shaped architectural ruins are scattered across the land.

Those structures defied any known architectural principles and looked more like the organs of some giant creature.

An unsettling energy fluctuation permeated the air, as if the entire world were subtly undulating and breathing.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared to tear open the sky.

It was as if reality itself was forcibly torn apart by some indescribable force, like the peeling paint being torn off a white wall.

From within the cracks, countless enormous and bizarre figures surged forth—these were the original dragons.

Their forms are completely different from any dragons in traditional mythology:
Some dragon species have a translucent, crystalline body with an unsettling rhythm hidden within their light, like living blood vessels.
Some are made entirely of pure energy, constantly changing shape in the air, each change accompanied by a slight distortion of reality;
There are also some with multiple heads, each representing a different elemental attribute, but their eyes have no intelligence, only a primal and insane hunger.

What shocked Ron the most were those first-generation Dragon Kings.

A blurry black outline flashed across the screen...

The behemoth was the size of a small asteroid, and its mere breath could cause climate change across the entire continent.

Its very existence distorts the surrounding spacetime, giving the entire area a nightmarish, warped effect.

What's even more terrifying is that these dragon species all exude a deep sense of dislocation.

Like solvents stuffed into the wrong test tube, their very existence conflicts with the fundamental laws of this world.

"As expected, it's not a native species..."

Ron mentally noted this information while cautiously continuing his exploration:

"And it seems that they were in a state of instability from the very beginning."

The images flashed by rapidly, and time moved to the end of the Second Age.

The visual style underwent a chilling transformation, and the already eerie dragon species began to exhibit even more terrifying and abnormal changes.

The erosion of the abyss spreads like cancer, and the already unstable bloodline appears so fragile in the face of pollution.

Ron witnessed a disgusting scene:

A once dazzling dragon, under the corrosive influence of the abyss, began to have its scales melt into black pus, and countless tiny tentacles gushed from its wounds.

The light of wisdom in its eyes was gradually replaced by madness, and eventually its entire body turned into a writhing mass of flesh and blood, only able to emit meaningless howls.

Even more terrifying, the native monsters of the abyss began to feed on these fallen dragons.

They don't simply devour flesh and blood; they decompose, learn, and imitate the traits of dragons.

Some monsters that were originally just vague clusters of tentacles began to grow twisted wings after consuming the wing membranes of dragons.

Some slime monsters gained the ability to spew corrosive acid after absorbing dragon breath organs;

Some deformed creatures have incorporated dragon scales into themselves, but those scales look more like rotting skin.

"The abyss is not only destroying, but also 'learning'."

As Ron watched these images, a chill ran down his spine.
"Through devouring and recombination, they integrate the best traits of the dragon species into their own systems, which is far more terrifying than mere destruction."

Over the next few hours, Ron consulted more than a dozen related books and found some valuable clues in "The Record of Experiments with Ancient Knights".

The historical footage continues to move forward, shifting the focus to the human world. The scenes here are slightly more "normal," but still filled with bloodshed and cruelty.

Ron saw many familiar scenes.

Many of the legendary figures who established mortal dynasties were indeed once servants of wizards.

But the process by which they gained their power was far darker than the legends described.

A particularly clear fragment caught his attention:
The young human was bound to a stone platform, surrounded by several black-robed wizards.

It was not a sacred ceremony, but a bloody experiment.

Various disturbing materials were laid out on the ceremonial platform:
Not only were there dragon blood and abyssal crystals, but also some organs that clearly came from a subhuman race, as well as some wriggling unidentified substances.

As the ritual progressed, the subjects' bodies began to undergo terrifying changes:

The muscles swelled up like they were being inflated, and the bones made a sickening cracking and rebuilding sound.
The blood flowing in the veins was no longer red, but a golden liquid that radiated a scorching light;
The most terrifying thing was that he remained conscious throughout the entire process, and his screams almost pierced the sky.

When the ceremony ended, the creature lying on the stone platform was no longer a fully human being, but rather something that existed somewhere between a human and a dragon.

"I see. The original knights, or rather, witchers, were indeed artificially created through bloodline modulation."

Ron suddenly realized, but felt no warmth in his heart:
"The wizards used the ancient bloodline of dragons, combined with various forbidden technologies, to forcibly create these warriors who were beyond human comprehension. As for the cruelty of the process... it was not important to them."

As the historical recap ended, he slowly opened his eyes.

A slight headache struck, a consequence of excessive mental exertion, but the gains already made him feel satisfied.

He had already turned to the last page of the book, and because the information recorded in this section was so sparse, he could only skim through it:
"Monarch Knight, the highest achievement of the Bloodline Knight system, and the ultimate pursuit of the knight's path."

According to incomplete statistics, from the end of the Second Era onwards, there are no more than one hundred recorded monarch knights on the path of bloodline knight training.

"The power of monarch knights has surpassed that of ordinary knights. They are able to stand shoulder to shoulder with formal wizards in battle, and even gain the upper hand in some situations."

This formidable fighting power stems from their perfect control over their bloodline power and the extraordinary physical attributes they acquire through breathing techniques.

"The awakening of a Monarch Knight requires the fulfillment of three core conditions:"
First, activate a bloodline at least at the crosshair ring level;
Second, master a complete breathing technique;
Third, undergo special 'trials'.

Only by simultaneously meeting these three conditions can one break through the limits of a Bloodline Knight and enter the realm of a Monarch Knight.

Upon seeing this, Ron's heart began to race.

The Corona Breathing Technique undoubtedly falls into the category of "complete" breathing techniques, and his mastery of it has reached a considerable level.

The real problem lies in the limitations of bloodline levels and that mysterious "trial".

He consulted several other books, but the specific information about monarch knights was protected by similar access restrictions.

Ron closed the last book; the information was far more sensitive than he had expected.

"Tomorrow's conversation with Eve might yield more useful information. The Crown Clan may themselves be a core participant in this system of inheritance."

………………

The following day, a faint floral fragrance filled the reception room of the Emerald Pavilion.

Warm crystal lights streamed through crystal curtains onto the furniture, creating a tranquil and elegant atmosphere throughout the room.

Ron and Eve sat facing each other, having just finished their knowledge exchange session for the day.

Eve taught her a set of mental control techniques called "Consciousness Layering";
Ron then shared his latest theoretical research on "energy harmonious resonance" in bloodline modulation.

Both parties received invaluable benefits in return, and the feeling of pure energy flowing through their bodies made them both feel extremely satisfied.

"Today's harvest was more abundant than I expected."

Eve gently stroked the magic-blocking bracelet on her wrist, her amethyst eyes filled with pleasure:
"Your theory of energy harmony has given me a completely new perspective on my 'demonic devouring' symptoms."

Her voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Hehe... It's still a long way off; more research and experimentation are needed."

Ron nodded in response, and solemnly reminded him:
“The application of the theory must be done with extreme caution. The complexity of the ‘Demonic Devour’ symptoms far exceeds that of ordinary bloodline diseases. Any slight mistake may lead to a worsening of the condition.”

"I see."

Eve nodded solemnly, then changed the subject:
"Speaking of bloodline modulation, what are the latest research progresses, mentor?"

"I was just about to ask Your Highness for advice on this matter."

Ron looked troubled, as if he had encountered some difficult technical problem:
"I am conducting a bloodline experiment on a servant who is a dragon hybrid, but I have encountered a bottleneck."

He carefully chose his words, not revealing the true nature of his chimera bloodline:

"Currently, we are using the Crimson Flying Dragon bloodline at the Gold Ring level. All indicators are close to the theoretical limit, but it will be extremely difficult to break through further."

His brow furrowed slightly:

"The problem is that it's almost impossible to find a reticle bloodline that's a higher level than the gold ring on the market."

Even when they do appear, the price is outrageously high, often costing hundreds of complete magic stones, which is simply beyond my current means.

He paused for a moment, somewhat helplessly:
"Moreover, bloodline samples of that level often have strict source restrictions and are not something that ordinary mentors can access."

Eve nodded, her amethyst eyes revealing understanding:
"This is indeed a common problem."

High-purity dragon bloodlines are extremely rare in the modern era, and are mostly tightly controlled by various ancient clans.

They regard these bloodlines as the foundation of their heritage and will not easily let them flow out.

She gently stroked the rim of the teacup:
"Moreover, even if someone is willing to sell, it usually comes with various harsh conditions, such as signing an exclusive cooperation agreement or demanding the sharing of complete data from the research results..."

Just then, Franka, who had been standing quietly in the corner of the room, suddenly spoke:

“Your Highness, if Wizard Ralph needs a Star Ring-level dragon bloodline, I might be able to offer some assistance.”

Her voice remained calm as always, but Ron keenly sensed a certain resolve hidden within it.

In his "supernatural perception," Franka did indeed possess extremely pure dragon blood, with a level of purity approaching that of a star ring.

"Franka?"

Eve turned to her maid with some surprise: "You mean...?"

The half-dragon maid stepped forward and began her formal self-introduction:
“Wizard Ralph, I come from a long-established dragon-blooded clan—the Kadu clan, one of the so-called ‘preservative families’.”

Although her voice was calm, the pride within it was clearly palpable:

"As the name suggests, our duty is to continue the precious bloodlines that have been passed down from the Second Era."

In the dark ages when the abyss's corruption led to the extinction of countless dragon species, it was families like ours that preserved the last of the Star Ring bloodline.

Ron listened intently; this information was extremely valuable to him.

"The Kadu clan and the Crown clan have an ancient agreement that has lasted for thousands of years."

Franka continued, her tone filled with complex emotions, a mixture of pride and a deep sense of helplessness:

"This agreement was born in the middle to late Third Age, when the Abyss corruption was already terminal and many dragon species faced the crisis of extinction."

The ancestors of the Wangguan clan signed this blood pact with our clan chief, exchanging protection for loyalty.

Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists:
"In exchange, we will send the most outstanding descendants of our clan as attendants."

The Crown Clan provides us with technical support for bloodline modulation, helping to stabilize and purify our bloodline heritage.

Another condition is that they provide us with shelter in this increasingly dangerous world.

Franka's eyes held both gratitude and a deep-seated pain:

"This partnership is both an honor and a shackle."

We gained immense power and a prestigious status, but we could never escape our vassal status.

Every successor of the Kadu clan has their fate predetermined from the moment of birth.

She paused for a moment and looked at Eve:

"However, being able to serve such a kind and wise master as Your Highness is already my greatest fortune."

(End of this chapter)