Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 316 Coming one after another
Many researchers have lost their lives while trying to fuse different abyssal factors.

However, the "preservative strain" blood seems to possess some kind of magical harmonizing ability, making any type of abyssal factor docile and controllable.

Combining these three characteristics, a chilling truth gradually emerges:

"The real purpose of the 'preservation of bacterial strains' system may not be to preserve ancient bloodlines at all..."

Ron stood in front of the lab table, rapidly processing all the clues in his mind:
"They are cultivating special 'abyssal weapons'!"

If this inference holds true, then the relationship between ancient families such as the Crown Clan and the Abyss is far more complex and sinister than it appears on the surface.

They are not adversaries of the Abyss, but partners, or even conspirators!
The "strain preservation" family is the product of this kind of illicit collaboration.

They retain both basic human form and rationality, while also possessing the ability to perfectly integrate with various abyssal creatures.

In critical moments, they are the perfect abyssal weapons.

"No wonder the legends about Cassandra's forces conquering other worlds are said to be as rampant as a virus. Perhaps 'virus' isn't just a figure of speech, but a realistic description..."

Ron recalled various legends and rumors.

If many of Cassandra's troops possess this special bloodline, they will have an overwhelming advantage when facing otherworldly creatures.

Not only can they resist the corruption of the abyss in the main world, but they can also use the power of enemies for their own purposes, and may even directly turn enemies into their own combat force.

This is the fundamental reason why the conquerors are so confident: they possess an ultimate weapon that outsiders cannot understand.

But this also explains why the "preservative strain" family has such a special and contradictory status.

On the surface, they are protected inheritors of precious bloodlines;
In reality, however, it is a strategic resource that is strictly controlled.

Each "preserved strain" is a trump card in the hands of an ancient family.

Blood, genes, and even existence itself are the property of others.

Thinking about this, Ron couldn't help but feel a different kind of emotion towards Franka.

This seemingly dignified and aloof half-dragon maid is actually a caged bird trapped in a golden cage.

Every drop of her blood, every breath she takes, serves the ambitions of others.

Her so-called "loyalty" and "protection" are likely just the result of bloodline control.

"But these discoveries have also pointed me in a new direction..."

Ron suppressed the complex emotions rising within him and returned to the path of rational analysis.

Since the "preservation strain" bloodline has such perfect abyssal compatibility.

If he could crack the secret, he would be able to develop a safer and more controllable bloodline fusion technology.

Without having to take an extreme path like Cha Ye, or bear huge risks and costs, one can have the possibility of breaking through the limitations of bloodline.

"Of course, the premise is that you have to be extremely careful..."

He glanced at the still-weak "ink" in the recovery tank, and a warning bell rang in his mind.

The experiment just now has proven that even the "mildened" abyssal factors still contain unimaginable destructive power.

If handled improperly, the consequences could be disastrous.

"The 'ink' has not fully recovered, so more in-depth bloodline reconstruction experiments have to be put on hold for the time being."

Ron carefully burned the analysis report; the information was of immeasurable value and extremely dangerous.

If someone with ulterior motives discovers that he has already figured out the secret of "preserving bacterial strains," the consequences will be far more serious than any experimental accident.

Just then, in the crystal pool on the other side of the room...

The little siren, Dale, fell into a deeper slumber, her vital signs becoming almost imperceptible.

At the same time, the water around her began to undergo strange changes.

The once clear and transparent liquid now shimmered with a subtle silvery sheen, and mysterious ripples spread outward from her body.

"Ailan, how is Dyer?"

The tree spirit drifted over from the corner, its verdant branches swaying somewhat uneasily:

“Her life energy is indeed increasing, but this pattern of transformation… worries me.”

Ailan's voice was filled with obvious anxiety:
“Master, I have searched through ancient memories for a long time, and there has never been such a long period of deep slumber in the records of the Siren clan’s transformation.”

Moreover, the energy fluctuations around her were becoming increasingly intense, sometimes even affecting the nearby magic circulation.

Ron walked to the edge of the pool and activated his "Supernatural Recognition" skill to carefully observe Dale's condition.

In his unique perspective, the little siren's body is undergoing an unprecedented reconstruction.

It's not just the external form that's changing; even the internal energy structure is undergoing fundamental changes.

Most shockingly, some energy patterns that shouldn't exist appeared in her body.

Those silver rays spread throughout the body like blood vessels, forming an extremely complex energy network.

"The bloodline within her is evolving to a higher level..."

Ron said softly, his eyes showing amazement:

"This is not an ordinary growth-stage transformation, but a bloodline awakening. She is returning from a siren to a more ancient bloodline."

“Continue to monitor her condition closely, but do not intervene in any way,” Ron decided.
"This level of bloodline awakening must be completed naturally; any external intervention may cause irreversible damage."

………………

As the sun sets, the high-rise buildings of the Crystal Spire shimmer in the afterglow, resembling palaces standing tall in the clouds.

Ron's private workshop was filled with a rare and warm atmosphere.

The suspended magic lamp illuminates the room brightly yet softly.

Delicate pastries and drinks filled the central round table, and a faint, sweet aroma permeated the air.

This was a small celebration party, held both to mark Ron's successful promotion to lecturer and to celebrate Herman's entry into the wizarding candidate sequence.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover a subtle tension hidden beneath this joyful atmosphere.

Everyone's smiles seemed somewhat forced, and they occasionally appeared distracted during the conversation.

"Mentor, this is truly incredible!"

The silver-haired boy, Herman, stood by the table, so excited that he could hardly control his emotions.

His hand kept stroking the brand-new badge on his chest.

It was a silver emblem inlaid with miniature crystals, gleaming under the light with a luster that drew envy from those around it.

"34th in the candidate wizard sequence!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement:
“I never imagined I would reach such heights. In my hometown, becoming a mid-level apprentice was already a remarkable achievement, but now…”

As he spoke, tears even welled up in the boy's eyes.

For a child from a remote town, the significance of this achievement far exceeds what outsiders can imagine.

In his homeland, official wizards are legendary figures, and the path to becoming a wizard is an unattainable dream.

Now that this dream has become a reality, it not only signifies a change in his personal destiny, but also represents a leap in the social status of his entire family.

"Your hard work and talent have been rewarded, Hermann."

Ron nodded slightly, his tone filled with genuine approval:
"But this is just the beginning. While the candidate list is important, the real challenge lies in how to translate this opportunity into actual power. You still need to open the door to becoming a full-fledged wizard yourself."

His gaze lingered on Herman for a moment, a barely perceptible worry in his eyes.

While outwardly celebrating the students' success, Ron knew in his heart that the fate of these young people would become extremely uncertain in the coming storm.

Being a candidate in the queue might offer some protection, but it could also make one a target for malicious actors.

The other five students sat around the table, each genuinely happy for their teammate's success. A careful observer, however, could detect a hidden tension beneath their smiles.

Since they were chosen by Ron to be members of the elite group, none of them were dull-witted.

They also had their own insights into the changes within the school of thought.

"Since it's a celebration, there should be a gift exchange."

Liz spoke first and took out a box carefully wrapped in silk:
"This is a gift I prepared for my mentor."

Carefully open the package, and inside is a set of exquisitely crafted rune-embroidered gloves.

The deep blue silk fabric was as dark as the night sky, and it was embroidered with extremely complex rune patterns in silver thread.

"These runes can enhance the precision and stability of delicate operations,"

Liz explained shyly, her cheeks slightly flushed:
"I know that your mentor is currently researching enchanting, and I hope this will be helpful to your research."

Every stitch and every thread was done by my own hands; it took me three whole months.

What she didn't say was that, in order to ensure the continuity of the runes, she had stayed up all night many times, and even forgot to eat because of her excessive focus.

The tiny, almost invisible scratches on her fingers are testament to her hard work.

Ron took the gloves and immediately appreciated the exquisite craftsmanship they contained.

Through special weaving techniques, the energy of the runes is perfectly integrated into the fiber structure.

When he put on one of the gloves, he immediately felt that the tactile sensation in his fingertips became unusually acute.

“I can feel your feelings, Liz,” Ron said sincerely.

The girl's face lit up with a bright smile upon hearing such praise.

Behind that innocent joy, the almost worshipful emotion in her eyes became even more apparent.

Ron noticed the change in the other person's emotions and became secretly on guard.

As a mentor, he must carefully maintain the appropriate boundaries of the teacher-student relationship.

Not to be outdone, Herman took out a thick parchment manuscript from his pocket:
“Mentor, this is a supplement to my original ‘Multidimensional Transformation Theory’.”

His eyes shone with the passionate light unique to scholars:

"Based on the energy cycle principle you previously taught, I have further derived several new transformation modes."

Although the theory is not yet perfect, I believe it will be helpful to your research.

When he spoke, his voice trembled with a longing for approval.

As a student from a working-class family, he knew that he had limited resources to offer and could only repay his mentor's kindness through hard work.

Ron took the manuscript and quickly glanced through a few pages.

Hermann's theoretical derivation is indeed quite brilliant. Although it lacks the support of practical experience, it has reached a very high level in terms of pure theory.

“A very valuable theoretical supplement, Hermann.”

Ron gave a fair assessment:

"Your talent in theoretical derivation is indeed outstanding, but you need more practical experience to verify it, and you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity."

Next, the other four students also presented their carefully prepared gifts:

Lucia, a red-haired girl, cautiously took out an ancient bloodline analysis chart that she had "borrowed" from her family collection.

She carefully unfolded the parchment, on which were recorded the characteristic parameters and evolutionary paths of several rare bloodlines.

"This is research material that has been passed down in our family for three hundred years."

The girl's voice trembled slightly: "Although it may not be complete, I hope it can help my mentor's research on bloodlines."

What Lucia didn't say was that she risked being punished by her family elders in order to "borrow" this information.

The lean Sebastian provided a set of experimental equipment that he had carefully modified.

Each tool has undergone countless adjustments and optimizations to ensure optimal performance during use.

The gentle Albert offered several rare energy crystals from the shallow depths of the abyss.

These materials were purchased with his savings of a year, and each piece was quite valuable.

The youngest, Thomas, contributed a handwritten notebook of spell theory notes.

The handwriting in this notebook is so neat, almost like printed text, that it shows the immense effort he put into this work.

Ron was generous with his return gift in response to the students' sincere sentiments.

As a mentor, he had already prepared a personalized gift for each student:
Herman was given a one-time "Mental Power Amplification Stone".

This rare alchemical product can provide additional mental support in critical moments.

"Use it when you try to break through the bottleneck of becoming a formal wizard."

Ron said seriously:
"Remember, timing is crucial. Only use it at the most critical moment to achieve the greatest effect."

What he gave Liss were several improved potion recipes, which were his innovative achievements during the research process and could improve cultivation efficiency.

“These recipes are not available on the market,” he cautioned. “Keep them safe and never share them with anyone.”

Lucia was given an optimized bloodline sensing tool that would enhance her detection accuracy and perception range.

The other three students also received corresponding professional support items, each carefully selected to suit their strengths and needs.

"tutor……"

Liz's fingers trembled slightly as she took the potion formula.

She certainly knew the precious value of these formulas and understood the mentor's good intentions towards his students.

"The significance of knowledge lies in its inheritance and development."

Ron spoke gently, but his voice carried an undeniable seriousness:

"Your growth is the best reward for me. But I also hope you remember that in this world, knowledge and power often mean responsibility and danger."

His gaze swept over every young face present:
"There may be some changes in the coming days, so please be prepared."

Whatever happens, remember the academic principles and ethical bottom lines we discussed.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, everyone could sense the deeper meaning behind those words.

The upcoming academic reforms will test everyone, and these young students will not be immune.

Beneath the relaxed and cheerful surface, this gathering felt more like a farewell ceremony.

Saying goodbye to the peaceful years that are about to pass, and preparing for the turbulent era that is about to come.

As night fell completely, the students gradually said their goodbyes and left.

Before leaving, everyone once again expressed their gratitude and respect to Ron.
Hermann walked last, stopping at the doorway:
“Mentor, no matter what happens in the future, I will never forget your teachings.”

If one day I truly become a formal wizard, I will use this power in the way you taught me.”

The silver-haired boy's voice carried a maturity beyond his years.

Ron looked at this student who had grown from a commoner to a candidate wizard and felt somewhat gratified.

In a world full of intrigue and betrayal, such honesty is both precious and fragile.

"I hope that when that day comes, you will remember what you said today, Hermann."

He said softly, "In this world, the hardest thing to maintain is not power, but one's original aspirations."

Watching the students leave, Ron stood alone at the door for a long time before letting out a soft sigh and returning to his workshop.

(End of this chapter)