Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 348 How could a sword be such an inconvenient thing!

Inside the core laboratory of the Abyss Observatory, the light emitted by the magic crystal lamps cast twisting shadows on the eerie living stone.

Ron carefully spread the heavy research manuscript on the lab table.

The densely packed rune diagrams and technical derivations are as complex as a spider web.

"Professor, this is my latest research result."

He carefully observed the projection's reaction.

After all, whether my next plan can be successfully implemented depends on whether the other party will approve it.
"This is an adaptive training system that integrates multidisciplinary technologies, which may change the mode of abyss exploration to some extent."

Has this child been too impatient lately...?

As Yutel thought this, his silver eyes initially just routinely swept over the drawings.

But soon, his expression began to subtly change.

"This energy cycle structure..."

The old professor's voice betrayed surprise as the illusory figure stopped before an exceptionally complex design drawing:

"How did you solve the problem of repulsion between heterogeneous energy sources? This level of fusion should, in theory, be..."

As he read on, Yutel's expression grew increasingly serious.

"Consciousness weaving technology, virtual environment construction, and the overlapping of multiple layers of reality..."

His voice gradually deepened, like an echo from the bottom of an abyss:
"Ron, do you know what you're thinking?"

The old professor's ghostly figure began to drift back and forth in the laboratory, casting ever-changing patterns of silver light on the distorted walls:
"This level of reality manipulation technology has already touched upon certain areas... that should not be touched lightly."

"What do you mean?"

Ron maintained his signature calm, his eyes filled only with pure curiosity:
"From a technical point of view, these theories are all supported by a solid foundation."

Yutel remained silent for a long time, and the phantom became even dimmer.

When he spoke again, his voice carried a deep worry:

“There was once an extraterrestrial civilization known as the ‘Dream Weavers,’ which reached unimaginable heights in virtual reality technology.”

The old professor's gaze deepened, as if he were staring at a fragment of time:

"They created a virtual world indistinguishable from reality, where each individual could experience any life they desired. Ultimately..."

"The final fate of this civilization probably won't be too good..."

"You're right, that civilization chose to migrate collectively to virtual space."

Yutel's voice was like the whisper of death:
"When everyone was immersed in the illusion of perfection, the maintenance system of the real world began to collapse. Trillions of consciousnesses dissipated when the system overloaded, and the entire civilization turned into nothingness."

He paused, his silver eyes fixed on Ron:

"But what's truly terrifying isn't the accident itself, but rather that some ancient beings will...actively correct this kind of development that deviates too far from the natural course."

This information stirred something within Ron.

Although he had already learned something similar from the King of Illusions, he had to act as if he was hearing it for the first time:
"Proactively correct?"

"There are regulatory mechanisms in this universe that are beyond our understanding."

Yutel's phantom became even more elusive:

"They do not allow any civilization to deviate too far from its established course. The demise of the Dreamweaver civilization, seemingly a system malfunction, was actually..."

The old professor didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was already very clear.

Ron feigned deep shock while simultaneously confirming the truth of the King of Illusions' information in his mind.

But then, Yutel's expression began to change.

The initial warnings and anxieties gradually turned into a complex mix of relief and anticipation.

"but……"

He re-examined Ron's design drawings, his tone softening:
"Your technical approach demonstrates considerable caution. These multiple security locks, contamination isolation systems, forced regression mechanisms..."

The old professor's ghostly figure drifted slowly through the laboratory, his voice tinged with approval:
"It's clear that you haven't been blinded by the possibilities of technology. This rational attitude reminds me of... some people from long ago."

Yutel stopped at the window, gazing towards the distant abyss:
“Cassandra showed me similar groundbreaking innovations when she was young. That thirst for the unknown, that challenge to the boundaries of technology…”

He sighed:
"But time is the most ruthless sculptor. It has witnessed the rise of countless geniuses, and also their loss of way in the face of power."

“Cassandra in her youth had a pure thirst for knowledge, just as you do now.”

The old professor turned to face Ron, his silver eyes scrutinizing him.
"But the road to conquest is as deep as an abyss. When you gaze into it, it gazes back into you."

"She is now completely addicted to plunder and expansion."

Yutel's voice grew heavy:

"She thought that she could gain greater power through endless conquest, but she did not know that such plundering would only lead people astray from the true path."

The old professor's illusory figure became more solid, his eyes filled with deep worry:

"True strength is not found in those madmen who only know how to plunder."

The process by which a great wizard establishes his own kingdom and becomes a wizard king requires wisdom, balance, and adherence to his own essence.

“Simply violent conquest can only achieve superficial obedience, but cannot reach the true core of power.”

Utter's words were like a wake-up call:

"That's why I'm pinning my hopes on you. The rationality you're showing now might allow you to go further than Cassandra, provided you can maintain it..."

Ron listened silently to these words, gaining a clearer understanding of his own path.

"I will keep your warning in mind."

He did not shy away from the questions raised by Yutel:
"For me, technology is just a tool, and conquest is just a means. The real goal is to explore the essence of knowledge."

"very good."

Yutel nodded in satisfaction, and the phantom became bright again:
"Based on my previous commitment, I will approve your small-scale pilot project at the observatory. But remember, any hasty actions could be fatal."

The old professor's tone became serious again:

"Furthermore, simulations involving abyssal activity characteristics require extreme caution. These traits are highly contagious, and if they get out of control..."

"I will establish a triple isolation system."

Ron responded succinctly:

"Complete isolation on three levels: physical, energy, and spirit."

"Start with the smallest scale and gradually expand. Conduct complete testing before each experiment."

Yutel continued to instruct:

"Furthermore, if any abnormality is found during the experiment... even the slightest sign, all operations must be stopped immediately."

"Of course I understand."

The old professor gazed at Ron, a touch of melancholy in his eyes:

"Looking at you now, I feel like I'm seeing those hopeful young faces of students again..."

His voice grew even more distant:

"Time flies, and most of them have disappeared into the long river of history."

Some died in accidents, some lost their way in the power, and some... chose a path completely different from their original one.

"Only a very few people can maintain their original aspirations despite the passage of time."

Yutel's phantom began to become transparent:

The promises I made to you still stand.

If you can always stay true to your path and not be misled by external things...

Selna's illusory remains, the key to the chaotic world, and the seed of the throne... these will all aid you on your journey.

“I will not let you down, Professor.”

Ron sincerely promised:

"No matter how much power I gain, my original intention to explore knowledge will not change."

………………

As night deepened, Ron returned alone to his private laboratory.

Deep down, he felt a pure sense of satisfaction from gaining Yutel's approval.

After all, his research direction had been officially recognized and he had received assistance.

"Master, you are back."

A soft voice rang out, and a verdant figure drifted over from the corner:

"Judging from your expression, today's presentation must have been very successful?"

"It's even better than expected."

Ron answered concisely, while beginning to organize the documents on the table:

"The project has been approved and will begin pilot operation the day after tomorrow."

Upon hearing the news, Ailan's branches trembled slightly, an unconscious gesture expressing her excitement:
"Such an important breakthrough deserves a celebration."

Her voice was full of joy, as if she were even happier than Ron himself:

"Please wait a moment, Master. I will go and prepare some special food."

The storage room has quite a few abyss specialties; I can finally try out some new cooking methods.

"It doesn't need to be too complicated."

Ron looked up at his assistant: "Keep it simple."

"No trouble at all."

The orchid swayed its branches lightly:

"Being able to work for my master is my greatest joy."

Moreover, I've recently learned several new techniques for processing abyssal ingredients, so I can test their effectiveness." With that, the tree spirit quickly floated towards the small kitchen area and began to get busy.

Ron continued to organize his day's findings, his thoughts gradually shifting to another equally important project.

The concept of an activated magic sword.

This idea can be traced back to his apprenticeship in the Black Mist Jungle.

At that time, he had just come into contact with alchemy and the path of dark wizardry, and he was filled with a simple longing for the intersection of multiple professions.

The initial idea was simple: to create a weapon that resonated with one's own bloodline.

Furthermore, we will examine the effects of several rare and precious artifacts to see if pollution can be isolated and purified.

As knowledge accumulates and horizons broaden, this concept continues to evolve.

From the initial simple concept, to the later energy isolation experiments and the integration of soul steel, and now to the complete activation of the magic sword...

Each skill upgrade and breakthrough in strength adds new possibilities to this project.

However, in his mind, the sword was not such an inconvenient thing.

He wanted more than just a magic sword; he wanted a versatile weapon that could change its form, grow on its own, and isolate itself from pollution, among other wonderful functions.

To achieve these things, building them yourself is definitely far from sufficient.

However, he happens to have one right now...

"Looking back now, the acquisition of the substitute puppet was the turning point of this plan."

Ron mentally traced the development of this project:
"It not only has all the basic features I need, but more importantly, it is in an excellent environment."

Feedback from the two-way link shows that the puppet is undergoing amazing development under Nari's "care".

The ability to control sound waves, derived from the heart of an echo whale;

The time-sensory qualities imparted by the tender shoots of the Time Vine;

The potential for mind manipulation contained within dream crystals...

These are precious qualities that he could hardly acquire through his own abilities.

“Apostle Nari is indeed a good mother. Perhaps in the future, we can use Nari to launch a major reshuffle on the Abyss side…”

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Ron's lips.

Of course, the existence of the two-way link ensures his control over the puppet, but the specific recycling process still needs careful planning.

"It's still early."

Ron calmly analyzed the current situation:

“Let Nari continue to invest resources in nurturing the puppet until it reaches a certain critical point. Then…”

As he was lost in these thoughts, an enticing aroma began to fill the laboratory.

Ailan is using her unique talent to transform dangerous abyssal ingredients into safe and delicious dishes.

"Master, dinner is ready."

The tree spirit's voice was filled with pride:

"Today's menu is made with ingredients unique to the observatory, and I hope you will enjoy it."

Ron walked to the dining table and realized that Ailan had indeed put a lot of thought into it.

The first dish was a soup made with "Gymnocalycium mihanovichii".

These bioluminescent fungi, which grow on the second layer of the abyss, shimmer with a beautiful light like the starry sky after being carefully processed by Ailan.

The broth is smooth and sweet, completely devoid of its original toxicity, and instead has a faint, pleasant aroma.

The main course is delicately sliced ​​"Shadowscale Fish".

The flesh of this deep-sea fish is delicious, but it contains trace amounts of psychoactive toxins.

In Ai Lan's skillful hands, these toxins were completely neutralized by her plant essences, leaving only pure umami flavor.

The fish slices on the plate have a deep obsidian color, each slice is of uniform thickness, and they exude an enticing aroma.

The most exquisite dish is the dessert – a mousse made with "Misty Sea Fruit".

This strange fruit, which only appears in the third layer of the abyss, contains mild hallucinogenic components in its pulp.

Ailan cleverly transformed this ingredient into a pure sweetener, giving the entire dessert a dreamy, translucent texture.

"Ailan, your talent for cooking is becoming more and more outstanding."

Ron savored these unique abyssal delicacies and sincerely praised them:

"To be able to process such dangerous abyssal ingredients so perfectly, one can already be called a culinary master."

"Being recognized by my master is the greatest reward for me."

Ailan's voice was full of joy:

"However, if Dale were here, she would be even more excited than I am. That little glutton is always curious about new foods."

When Dale was mentioned, Ron couldn't help but turn his head to look at the crystal pool in the corner of the laboratory.

The little siren is still undergoing a profound transformation, but her body has already undergone significant changes.

Her long, silver hair flowed like silk in the water, and her appearance possessed the eerie beauty unique to her kind, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

What's most striking is the change in her body curves.

Her chest already showed the curves characteristic of a young girl, and her slender waist and long fishtail displayed the unique beauty of adolescence.

At this moment, her fin-like ears were trembling slightly, and her body involuntarily twisted.

"It seems she did hear our conversation."

Ron observed these subtle reactions, a knowing smile appearing on his lips:
"If I'm not mistaken, I'll be pleasantly surprised when I wake up tomorrow morning."

"really?"

Ailan excitedly floated towards the edge of the pool:

"That's great! I'm already starting to miss this lively little guy. The lab has been so quiet these past few months that I'm starting to feel a bit unaccustomed to it."

During the meal, Ron's thoughts returned to the specific implementation plan for activating the magic sword.

After today's conversation with Yutel, he has a clearer plan for this project.

"First, we need to make a magic amplification crystal."

He mentally outlined the technological roadmap:
"That blueprint, worth 1000 contribution points, not only gives the magic sword the function of a staff, but more importantly, it provides the energy support for the puppet to change its form."

"Then comes the fusion of Soul Steel. The plasticity and magic-guiding properties of this special metal are perfectly suited to be combined with the puppet's active nature."

"The most crucial thing is timing."

Ron calmly analyzed the various possibilities:
"We must accumulate enough power for the puppet, and at the same time find an opportunity to forge the magic sword for it. We can't let it stay in the abyss forever."

Just as he was immersed in these ideas, a familiar career panel notification quietly sounded deep within his consciousness:
[Special idea detected; analyzing related career paths...]

[A combination was found that can be combined:]

[Spellswordsman (2.5 stars) + Dark Wizard (3 stars) + Demon Hunter (2.5 stars)]

[Generate a Fusion Class: Unnamed Class (3.5 stars)]

This sudden piece of information made Ron raise an eyebrow slightly.

Three stars and a half professional level, that's already quite a high level.

It's important to know that a four-star profession is equivalent to the level of a Grand Wizard.

Unnamed Profession (3.5 stars) Job Change Requirements:
1. Mental attribute reaches 6.0 or above, and physical attribute reaches 5.0 or above.
2. Possesses a special carrier:

A fully charged stand-in puppet (incarnation of calamity)

Thousand Transformations Phantom Assistant
3. Complete the "Triple Awakening Ritual":
The Demon Sword is Forged (Demon Swordsman)

Contamination Transformation (Black Wizard)

Trial of Will (Demon Hunter Knight)
4. Master the ancient technique of "pollution separation"

Characteristics: Dual Existence, Abyss Adaptation, Calamity Manifestation, Combat Switching

After carefully analyzing these conditions, Ron realized that he was not far from changing jobs:
"A mental attribute of 6.0 corresponds to breaking through to the Moon-level Wizard, which is possible within a year."

Achieving a constitution of 5.0 is a bit difficult; I need to work harder on my bloodline.

"But the key is still the 'pollution separation' technology and the triple awakening ritual."

The acquisition method for this technology is still unclear, but Ron remembered his "Thousand-Faced Illusion".

"Perhaps through historical research skills, we can learn relevant technologies from its memories."

As for the triple awakening ritual, it corresponds to three different professions:

The creation of the magic sword – completing the creation of the activated magic sword.

Pollution Baptism – Turning the Stubborn Problem of Spiritual Pollution into Our Own Use
Test of Willpower - Overcoming Inner Obstacles
"These challenges, though difficult, are all within a manageable range."

Ron calmly assessed the probability of success:

"And the value of those characteristics..."

Dual existence, abyss adaptation, calamity manifestation, combat switching...

Each item represents powerful combat capabilities and a survival advantage.

"If I can really successfully change jobs..."

A sense of anticipation welled up in Ron's heart, but it was quickly suppressed by reason:
"Don't be impatient. All preparations must be done perfectly."

All paths eventually converge at one point, leading to a transcendent realm beyond the limits.

Ron looked at the unnamed special fusion class on the job panel, along with the hints of the two paths: Ancient Alchemist and Mystic.

He had already gained some insight into the path he would take next...

(End of this chapter)