Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 351 A Wrong Path of Civilization

Late at night, when most of the staff at the observatory were resting, Ron went alone to the special ritual room.

The walls pulsated slightly as he arrived, as if sensing the visitor's emotions.

Yutel's ethereal projection, like a silver star, floated in the center of the room, surrounded by a complex array of protective runes.

These runes constantly change patterns and colors, forming a multi-layered protective network.

"Ron, are you ready?"

Yutel said solemnly, his silver eyes gleaming with a deep light:

"While the stargazing rituals of the Wisdom Constellation are relatively safe, extra caution is still required. You are about to come into contact with the deep flow of information in the universe."

“I am ready, Professor.”

Ron sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, his expression focused and calm.

Before him were three precious star crystals, corresponding to the Hermit Star, the Scholar Star, and the Observer Star, respectively.

These crystals seem to contain miniature starry skies, with countless points of light slowly rotating within them, radiating a breathtakingly beautiful glow.

“These crystals…” Yutel stared at the star crystals:

“Each piece was refined by ancient wizards; they record the memories of the stars and carry the secrets of the universe.”

“Remember, Ron.”

The old professor's voice grew deeper, carrying a profound warning:
“Astrological rituals are not only about establishing a connection with the stars, but also a dangerous act of peering into the nature of the universe.”

Even with my protection, you must always remain rational.

He paused for a moment, the illusory figure leaning slightly forward:
"Some knowledge will actively seek out suitable carriers, and a primordial wizard like you is their most favored target."

Once overwhelmed by excessively profound information, one may suffer from mental breakdown at best, or complete assimilation at worst.

"I understand, Professor."

Ron took a deep breath and activated all the mental defense-related abilities within his body:
"My experience in cultivating 'The Star Eater's Ramblings' has given me a certain resistance to higher-dimensional information."

He chose the most familiar constellations of intellect as his targets—Hermit, Scholar, and the soon-to-be-lit Observer.

Because of his long-term cultivation of "The Star Eater's Ramblings", the first two stars had already established a stable spiritual link with him.

Although the observer star is still some distance from fully establishing contact, it has already achieved a considerable level of familiarity.

"Very good, let's get started."

Yutel's phantom began to emit an even stronger silver light.

The protective runes also lit up, providing multiple layers of protection for the entire ritual space.

Ron closed his eyes, his consciousness stretching into the depths of the starry sky like invisible threads.

As the ceremony officially began, the three star crystals started to emit a soft light, resonating perfectly with his spiritual frequency.

Unlike previous meditations, this connection was exceptionally smooth.

The deep purple light of the Hermit Star immediately responded to his call, and that familiar sense of wisdom swept through his consciousness like a spring breeze.
The scholar's star, with its silvery-white radiance, followed closely behind, bringing the calm power of rational analysis.

"Indeed, the established connections made the ceremony much simpler."

Ron silently assessed his current state; the mental energy consumption was much less than expected.

As the connection deepened, the third star—Observer Star—also began to respond.

The amber light, carrying a certain ancient wisdom, slowly merged into his mental network.

It felt like finding a long-lost puzzle piece, making the entire thought process more complete.

Just as the light of the three stars completely converged, an unprecedented phenomenon occurred.

Ron's consciousness was suddenly pulled by a tremendous force, as if he had fallen into a bottomless vortex.

The surrounding reality began to distort violently, and the concepts of time and space became blurred.

He felt himself rising at an incredible speed, breaking through the constraints of the material world and arriving in a dimension composed of pure information.

This is a dazzling space.

Countless data streams surged through the void like the Milky Way, each carrying an immeasurable amount of information.

These messages are not simple words or images, but pure concepts that directly affect consciousness.

In this torrent of information, Ron saw a vision that shook his very soul.

There is no matter, no energy, only pure concepts and information.

Countless data streams surge through the void like the Milky Way, each carrying the complete history of a civilization.

This information is not text or images, but pure knowledge that acts directly on consciousness.

In this sea of ​​information, Ron saw a sight that shook his very soul.

A mechanical voice echoed in the void, devoid of any emotion, containing only cold logic:

"Civilization ID: 7749-A, Race: Mechanized Alliance, Development Stage: Post-Interstellar Era..."

The scene unfolded before his eyes.

It was a civilization entirely made of machinery; their cities were like giant gear systems, and every resident was a sophisticated mechanical creation.

Ron saw what this civilization looked like in its earliest form.

A group of intelligent beings who yearn for perfection begin replacing their organs with mechanical parts in order to eliminate disease, aging, and death.

Initially, it was only easily damaged organs such as the heart and liver, then the limbs and sensory system, and finally even the brain was replaced by quantum computing cores.

They succeeded, gaining near-eternal life and abilities that transcend biological limits.

But the price is...

"Assessment results: Creative thinking ability decreased by 98.7%, emotional fluctuation coefficient approached zero, and reproductive desire completely disappeared..."

"Judgment: This civilization has lost its evolutionary potential and poses a risk of spreading mechanized viruses into the universe..."

The screen flickered, and Ron witnessed the final moments of this civilization.

It was not war, not disaster, but a bizarre "systemic error".

All mechanical life forms simultaneously experienced computational malfunctions, and they stood still for hundreds or thousands of years until their energy was exhausted, turning them into metal statues.

"Execution of the correction plan: Internal logic conflict implanted..."

Correction complete: This civilization has terminated itself; the threat has been eliminated…

Behind this "accidental" malfunction lies some kind of unspeakable interference.

What followed was even more disturbing.

"Civilization ID: 5621-B, Race: Dreamweaver, Development Stage: Virtual Reality Full Coverage..."

Ron witnessed a civilization obsessed with a virtual world.

They created perfect virtual reality technology, in which they constructed an ideal world without pain, without death, and without any limitations.

Initially, the virtual world was merely a tool for entertainment.

But gradually, more and more individuals have found the imperfections of the real world unbearable.

Why endure illness, aging, and death when the perfect replacement is right in front of you?
Ultimately, the entire civilization migrated to virtual space.

Trillions of consciousnesses have abandoned their physical bodies and are immersed in an artificially constructed paradise.

"Assessment results: The real-world maintenance system is unmanaged, and the physical infrastructure on which the virtual world depends is beginning to deteriorate..."

Ron witnessed a heartbreaking scene:

On countless planets, the massive server clusters supporting the virtual worlds are failing one by one due to lack of maintenance.

The consciousnesses, immersed in their virtual paradise, are completely unaware of this and continue to enjoy their perfect dream.

"Judgment: This civilization has detached itself from reality and poses a risk of spreading the virus of escapism to other civilizations..."

"Implementing corrective measures: Accelerating infrastructure degradation..."

Correction complete: The virtual world has completely collapsed, and trillions of consciousnesses have vanished simultaneously…

The scenes shifted faster and faster, each depicting the destruction of a different civilization:
The Church of the Soul attempted to merge with higher-dimensional beings, resulting in a chain reaction of pollution that transformed all life in the galaxy into indescribable, twisted creatures…

The Flesh Empire pursued the ultimate evolution of life, ultimately merging all individuals into a runaway super-organism that continuously devoured everything in its path...

The destruction of every civilization follows a similar pattern:
In their pursuit of some "higher form," they went down the wrong path and were judged to have "no future."

Then, those beings known as "anomaly catchers" intervene, leading these civilizations toward self-destruction in a seemingly natural way.

What terrified Ron even more was the ingenuity of these interventions:
The key technology suffered an "unexpected" defect at the last minute;
Important figures make "wrong" judgments at crucial moments;
Low-probability disasters have begun to occur frequently and "coincidentally"...

“They’re like the universe’s immune system,” Ron concluded in his mind, trembling.

“Any development pattern that is identified as a ‘virus’ will be eliminated in a seemingly natural way.”

But what truly stopped his heart in his tracks was what he saw next.

"Civilization ID: 8847-C, Race: Wizard Race - Fusion Variant..."

He saw a continental cluster that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

In that version of the world, the Central Lands became a giant tower made of flesh and bones, with countless twisted tentacles spreading from the top of the tower toward the sky.

The rifts in the abyss are no longer wounds, but rather components of some kind of evil rune, with the entire continent becoming a vessel for this rune.

The ocean turned a deep red, as thick as congealed blood.

Countless enormous eyeballs floated in the sky, each as big as a city, staring intently at everything below.

The most terrifying thing is that all the wizards have lost their independent will.

They became neurons of a vast consciousness, operating according to a unified thought pattern.

Individual differences have disappeared, creativity has disappeared, and even humanity itself has disappeared.

But from a certain perspective, this is indeed "evolution".

...an evolution that transcends individual limitations and achieves the integration of collective consciousness.

"Assessment results: This civilization has completed abyssal assimilation and possesses the ability to spread contamination across dimensions..." "Threat level: Extremely high... Immediately execute the highest-level elimination procedure..."

In the scene, a "light" that cannot be described in words descends from the depths of the void.

That was not light or radiation in the physical sense, but some kind of more fundamental "corrective force".

The polluted Huan Yuan continental group melted like a candle under this light.

All distorted creations vanished into nothingness in an instant.

But this is not the end.

The river of time has branched out.

Where the original timeline broke, a completely new timeline began to grow.

It's as if some incomprehensible will is re-"sowing" the same seeds of civilization.

The King of Illusions' words echoed in my mind:

"When a timeline comes to an end, the great ones will restart it."

You may not be in the first timeline.

Those destroyed wizarding civilizations were all previous failed attempts.

And now, this timeline...

Cassandra's path of conquest, which seems completely different from the fusion path of another timeline, is essentially about pursuing power beyond limits.

Will this route also eventually be deemed "off track"?
"Expansion...conquest...devouring other civilizations..."

Ron sensed a pattern matching in the flood of information:

"This trajectory of development is extremely common in those civilizations that have been 'corrected'..."

A deep chill rose from the depths of my soul.

If the wizarding civilization continues to develop along its current path, will it also be judged as "off track"?
Will it also be "corrected" by the abnormal catcher?
Will this timeline eventually be reset, and all efforts and existence return to nothingness?

"No... I can't watch anymore..."

The heavy burden on his mind made even thinking difficult.

He was trying to escape from this dimension of information.

But the data streams clung to his consciousness like living tentacles, trying to force more information into him.

A blurry image flashed by:
More versions of the Abyss Continental System, more types of "deviation" routes, more "corrections" and "resets"...

Ron felt his sanity crumbling under this bombardment of information.

This is an amount of information that human consciousness cannot process...

Just as he was about to be swallowed up, the light of the three stars suddenly shone brightly.

The deep purple light of the Hermit Star severed the information tentacles that bound him like a sharp blade;
The scholar star's silvery-white radiance protected his rational core like a shield;
The amber light of the Observer Star guided him back like a lighthouse.

When the terrifying data stream dissipated and Ron's consciousness returned to reality, he found himself drenched in sweat.

Although the Observer Star has not yet established a complete connection with him like the other two stars.

However, after this star-gazing ceremony, the conditions for becoming an astrologer have been fully met.

Astrologer (3 stars) Job Change Requirements:

1. Skill - Astrology: Reach Proficiency Level

2. Mental strength reaches 5.5 or higher.
3. Master the basic construction of stargazing arrays

4. To complete a full stargazing ceremony under specific celestial conditions.

The requirements for changing careers to Astrologer have been met.

Should I switch to the "Astrologer (3 stars)" profession?

Ron chose to confirm.

Starlight erupted from within him, reshaping his mental structure and magical circuits like a cascading galaxy.

The experience of this job change was completely different from the previous attribute boosts.

It is not a gentle reform, but a fundamental transformation at the spiritual level.

He felt his consciousness expanding, the boundaries of his thinking extending, and the once unreachable starry sky becoming within reach.

[Job Change Successful: Astrologer (3 Stars)]

【Basic attribute improvement:
Mental strength 5.69 → 5.89 (+0.2)

Magic Power 5.0 → 5.5 (+0.5)

Constitution 3.8 → 3.9 (+0.1)

【Special bonus:
1. During battle, energy can be directly extracted from the stars to replenish mana consumption to a certain extent.

2. Possesses a keen ability to perceive spatial distortions and dimensional anomalies.
3. When divining about matters related to oneself, the higher the degree of relevance, the clearer the divination result.

4. Gain additional resistance to higher-dimensional existence.

Most importantly, there is the professional synergy effect:

Multiple professional collaborations detected:

1. Meditation efficiency is increased in "The Star Eater's Whispers," and the star-lighting speed is accelerated.
2. The truth of historical events can be observed through astronomical observations.

3. The processes of potion making, enchanting, and alchemy can be amplified by specific celestial phenomena, producing additional effects.

After completing the job change, Ron clearly felt a huge increase in his mental strength.

At the current pace, it should take about six months to reach the critical value of 6.0 for the Moon-level.

In addition, he gained a completely new perspective.

Now he can observe the world from a higher dimension and perceive the deep patterns hidden beneath the surface.

Yutel quietly observed the changes in Ron, and the oppressive aura emanating from the depths of the stars shocked even this great wizard.

"This kind of breath..."

His illusory figure trembled slightly:

“This child has touched upon some extremely profound power; this is not a change that could be brought about by an ordinary astrologer taking up the post…”

He could sense the extraordinary "possibilities" in Ron.

It was an indescribable quality, as if the threads of fate were automatically rewoven around him.

"It seems..."

Yutel pondered silently in his heart:
"This timeline might really be different. If anyone can break out of the predetermined track, it might be him."

But he didn't ask for details.

"Some knowledge requires the right time to be fully understood."

The old professor said meaningfully, his voice filled with deep concern:
"But I can sense that you are no longer the same person you used to be."

There's something... changing about you, a change that's both exciting and worrying.

He paused, his silver eyes fixed on Ron:

What did you see during the ceremony just now?

Ron remained silent for a long time, but finally decided to tell the truth:
“I saw… other wizarding civilizations from different timelines, and their destruction.”

His voice was soft, but every word struck Yutel's heart like a hammer blow:
“There are beings that ‘correct’ those civilizations that have gone astray. And we… may be within their observation range as well.”

Yutel's phantom trembled violently for a moment, then returned to calm.

"As expected... you've already accessed that level of information."

The old professor's voice became unusually heavy:

"The Anomaly Catcher... the Timeline Corrector..."

His illusory figure began to drift slowly, and the protective runes around him dimmed accordingly:

"Now that you already know, I don't need to hide it anymore."

Yes, our civilization does indeed face this threat.

Every development path carries its risks, and the path we are currently on…

"They've already started to notice us, haven't they?" Ron stated his deduction.
“Cassandra’s conquest plan is essentially about rapidly accumulating power; this model…”

“It’s common in calibrated civilizations.” Yutel nodded, and the phantom became even more transparent:

"That's why I'm so supportive of your research; we need entirely new directions."

A glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes: "And your existence, your research, may lead to a more sustainable path."

“Professor,” Ron finally broke the silence, “I need more information about those correction mechanisms.”

“I will do everything I can to help,” Yutel solemnly promised.

"But not now. This kind of knowledge is a double-edged sword. The more you know, the greater the risk."

He paused for a moment, his voice becoming deeper:

"Moreover, even if we find the right path, persuading others to change the existing trajectory is a huge challenge."

Cassandra and her team...won't easily give up what they've already achieved.

“I understand.” Ron nodded.

"But people have to be responsible for the future. If everyone chooses to rush down the wrong path, then destruction will be inevitable."

Yutel nodded slightly, clearly having no intention of continuing the conversation further.

"Okay, that's all for now."

Now that the ceremony is over, go back and rest. I can sense your mental fatigue.

(End of this chapter)