Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 354 One Punch Destroys

The screen begins playing a battle log.

Despite being surrounded by a group of mutated werewolves, Euphemia didn't even move her feet; she simply raised her right hand slightly.

The ferocious abyssal creatures instantly stopped attacking and began to fight each other until only the strongest one remained.

The final victor slowly walked up to her, bowed his head, and acted as if on a pilgrimage.

"What's even more terrifying is the unique characteristic of her meditation method—bloodline reconstruction—which perfectly complements her special talent."

Elliott continued to explain:
"Euphemism can temporarily gain all the abilities of the controlled creature."

Imagine a wizard who possesses the regenerative abilities of a blood demon, the agility of a werewolf, and the venom of a spider queen all at once…

The second projection showed a handsome young man standing in a laboratory:
[Currently fourth seat - Oscar Adelaide (Elemental Garden)]

Mental strength: Approximately 5.7 scale
It may possess multiple second-tier talents: Elemental Domination, Spell Amplification, and Elemental Creation.

Recent Achievements: Created two entirely new composite elements and published two groundbreaking papers in the second-tier journal "The Micro Voice of Elements".

"Oscar's mental strength has reached 5.7, which is also quite close to the Moon level."

Several elemental spheres of different colors floated around the handsome young man.

But these are not ordinary fire, water, wind, and earth elements; they are unprecedented composites.

Within a sphere, fire and frost are perfectly blended, creating a contradictory element that is both scorching and frigid;

Inside another sphere, light and darkness intertwine, forming a bizarre energy capable of both healing and corroding...

"Oscar's ability to control elements has surpassed conventional understanding."

Eliot's tone was full of awe:
"He can not only control the four basic elements, but also create entirely new types of elements."

Even more terrifying, his spells were two to three times more powerful than those of wizards of the same level.

The footage shows Oscar releasing an elemental missile, but the elemental missile keeps splitting and changing during its flight.

Ultimately, it decomposed into more than a dozen attacks with different attributes, some carrying extreme cold and frost, some containing corrosive toxins, and some carrying a distortion effect...

Elliott went on to introduce other threatening competitors:
Fifth Seat - Eugene Leonardo (Tower of Resonance)
Mental strength: Approximately 5.6 scale
Possesses a top-tier second-tier talent: Mechanical Fusion (can perfectly fuse with magical devices, gaining all their functions).
Recent Achievements: Created a combat mage with self-awareness; individual strength approaching that of a Dawn Star level; team-based combat power has surged.

A man whose body was half-mechanized appeared in the projection; his right arm was entirely made of precision gears and crystal.

Even more bizarrely, those mechanical parts seemed to operate autonomously as if they were alive.

"Eugene's mechanical fusion gives him almost a semi-immortal body."

Eliot's tone was full of awe:
"He can transfer his consciousness into a special mechanical vessel that he creates, and can be quickly resurrected even if his body is destroyed."

Moreover, the magical tools he created possessed extremely high intelligence; they were not merely simple programs.

[Thirty-second seat - Chloe Star Voice (Astrology Society)]

Mental strength: Approximately 5.2 scale
Special talent: Born blind, but possesses extraordinary inspiration and prophetic abilities.
Recent Achievements: Accurately predicted thirteen catastrophic events and two Apostle hunts at the Western Abyss Outpost, saving the lives of hundreds of explorers.

A girl in a white dress with her eyes covered appeared in the projection.

She was beautiful and, although blind, was surrounded by countless stars that guided her.

“Although Chloe is blind, her prophetic abilities are terrifyingly strong.” Elliott lowered his voice:

"It is said that she can see possible branches in the future and even predict the actions of other people."

Because of her young age, her mental strength accumulation is slightly behind, so she is currently ranked thirty-second, but her potential is stronger than those ranked ahead of her.

"Other geniuses are emerging, but these are the ones who pose the greatest threat to you right now. Even Euphemia, who is considered the most promising, is believed to have more potential than you."

"Furthermore, you haven't produced any new research results recently, and your evaluation score is already being overtaken by those behind you."

Eliot pointed out the problem bluntly, his voice filled with concern:

"The success of your previous mobile simulation device and other papers has earned you a lot of points, but others are also making rapid progress."

This news made Ron frown slightly.

He has indeed been so focused on his research lately that he has neglected to showcase his academic achievements.

"in addition……"

Elliott's tone grew more serious, and a panoramic view of the Central Lands was projected onto the communication crystal:

"Recently, the central region has been in turmoil, with various major events emerging one after another."

He began to list recent major events:

Open divisions emerged within the academic alliance, and the struggle between the traditionalists and the conquestists became no longer concealed, with both sides beginning to clearly take sides.
Seven smaller schools of thought declared their allegiance to the conquest camp, receiving substantial resource support and rapidly expanding their power.

New ancient ruins have been discovered on the eighth level of the abyss, which are said to contain the legacy of an ancient witch king.
Significant breakthroughs were achieved in the interdimensional conquest, with three new worlds completely occupied and a large amount of precious resources brought back.

“You are relatively isolated at the observation station and don’t know much about these things.”

Elliott reminded him, his eyes filled with worry:
"However, many events can affect the scoring criteria of the Nova Program. If the Conquerors gain the upper hand, the weighting of combat ability in the scoring may increase."

Faced with such a dire situation, Ron did not show the slightest panic; instead, he revealed a confident smile.

That smile, brimming with unfathomable wisdom, stirred a strange sense of anticipation within Elliott.

"Thank you for the information, Elliott."

Ron nodded to his friend who had given him a lot of crucial information:

"This intelligence is very valuable to me, especially the detailed information about other competitors."

"What's your plan?"

Elliott inquired curiously, knowing his friend's character; such confidence was by no means unfounded.

"I do have a research result that is about to break through."

Ron said mysteriously, his voice carrying a compelling and unwavering confidence:
"The specific details are confidential for now, but I am quite confident in my results."

He paused, a deep look appearing in his eyes:

"I will announce the results when I return to the Central Lands next month. At that time, the ranking issue will naturally be resolved."

Elliott sighed helplessly, not knowing what else to say.

However, the other party always manages to set records and leave their peers far behind, and perhaps this time will be no exception.

"Then I'll wait and see." The blond youth's voice was filled with anticipation.

"But be careful, especially with Euphemia. The Blood Moon Clan has been making a lot of moves lately, as if they are preparing for some major event."

After the call ended, Ron fell into deep thought.

The competition for the New Star Program is indeed fierce, but it is also an excellent opportunity to showcase one's research findings.

Information about these competitors also gave him a clearer understanding of the current level of young wizards in the wizarding world.

As Dale looked at Ron, who was deep in thought by the window, a strange unease welled up in her heart.

She could sense the growing sense of alienation emanating from her master, as if he were climbing toward a height she could not reach.

This realization made her both proud and fearful.

Proud to witness the other's rise, yet fearful that they may never truly understand his world.

Outside the window, the main structure of the observatory stood silently in the dim light of the sky.

Those complex clusters of buildings, like the organs of some kind of organism, pulsate slowly in the darkness.

The faint outline of the abyss in the distance serves as a constant reminder to everyone that they stand on the boundary between reality and chaos.

Ron stared at the deep, dark cavern, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

No matter how the future unfolds, and regardless of whether he becomes some kind of "King of an Era," he must continue moving forward.

Because stagnation means death, while moving forward at least offers hope.

………………

The seventh layer of the abyss, the deepest part of the "Abyss of Souls".

The space itself here is a kind of blasphemy.

The thirteen thrones are arranged in the shape of the pupil of a giant eyeball, each one formed from the fusion of countless imprisoned souls.

Those once intelligent beings have now been transformed into the flesh and blood components of the seats.

Their faces would occasionally emerge from the surface of the throne, emitting silent screams, before being dragged back into the depths of flesh and blood.

The floor between the thrones was covered with writhing bone bricks, each one a skull peeled from a different intelligent being.

They kept opening and closing their jaws, making soft chewing sounds, as if they were still savoring the last fears of their lives.

The gray vortex in the center was unusually restless today, emanating a terrifying symphony of the dying cries of millions of explorers.

Fragments of images occasionally flashed through the depths of the vortex.

Burning cities, distorted skies, desperate faces, and the final moments of those lives struggling frantically in the face of destruction.

At this time, there were usually disgusting figures sitting on the throne.

On the First Throne, Magus, the "Void Spider," was a body that resembled a constantly shifting black thread, with countless faces of different races faintly visible among its myriad strands.

He was constantly emitting mental fluctuations that directly pierced the depths of the consciousness of other beings.

“Another gathering like this…” Magus’s “voice” had a creepy, sticky quality that sent chills down your spine, as if countless tiny tentacles were crawling through the listener’s mind:

“I’m really starting to wonder, what meaningful thing can we, the ‘Supreme’ Apostles, do besides complaining to each other here?”

The second throne was empty; it was the seat of "Dragon-Headed Demon" Cha Ye.

On the third throne, Nath, the "Invisible Mist," was slowly rotating, his nebula-like body spinning.

Inside, countless eyes gaze in different directions: some observe the present, some peer into the past, and some try to foresee the future.

His voice was like an electromagnetic storm from the depths of the universe:
“Mages, what you’re saying… is quite true. We really are like a pack of tigers in a cage, unable to do anything but roar at each other.”

Agatha, the "Daughter of Corruption" on the eighth throne, let out a piercing laugh.

This enormous monster was now "exposed," and its writhing heart could be seen through its chest.
"Hahaha... At least we can still chat, right? Think about those useless people who have even lost consciousness, we are already lucky."

She gently stroked the armrest of the throne, and large patches of mold immediately grew wherever she touched:
"Besides, hasn't Cassandra's conquest provided us with a lot of... fresh material? The remnants of those civilizations she destroyed will eventually flow into the bottom of the abyss, won't they?"

The extremely deep layers below the ninth level of the Great Abyss are not as simple as they appear at conventional observation levels.

That was a dark ruin linked to many fragments of the universe and chaotic matter...

Malachi, the "Manifestation of Sin" on the Ninth Throne, let out a low roar.

His form was extremely distorted, with seven heads of different races growing on a deformed body, each head representing a primal negative emotion.

The one speaking now is the human head in the center, its eyes burning with green flames of jealousy:
"Materials? Those are nothing but junk and scrap! Agatha, you make it sound so easy. Of all the truly valuable spoils, which one ended up in our hands?"

The other heads on his body also began to echo:
The monster's head roared, "We can only drink her leftovers!"

The elven head said menacingly, "That woman kept the best for herself!"

The dragon's head spewed sulfurous flames: "I really want to tear her to shreds!" The other Supreme Apostles also displayed unsettling forms of presence on their respective thrones:
The Twisted Sage Nocturne of the Tenth Throne looks closest to human form.

But upon closer inspection, it can be seen that every part of his body operates according to different physical laws.

The left arm is bent forward, the right arm is bent backward, and the head is sometimes upright and sometimes tilted.

……

Bradesh, the "flesh sculpture" of the Twelfth Throne, is a mass of flesh and blood that constantly changes shape.

The tentacles danced like sea anemones, leaving a crimson trail in the air with each movement.

In addition, there's "Highlord of the Skeletons" Karazek, "Liquefied Demon" Miraas, "Mother of the Swarm" Shyvana...

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, a deafening roar descended from the sky.

"A bunch of fucking cowards!"

A violent roar shattered the tranquility of the entire space.

The next second, a massive figure fell from the void like a meteorite, crashing directly onto the second throne.

The immense impact caused the entire throne area to tremble violently, and the souls that made up the throne let out mournful howls.

Fragments of blood and flesh rained down, sizzling and corroding against the bone-like surface.

The terrifying form of "Dragon-Headed Demon" Cha Ye was fully revealed before the apostles:
The three ferocious dragon heads are arranged in a triangular pattern, each exuding a different kind of oppressive aura.

The dragon's head on the left has raging red flames burning in its eyes, and fragments of flesh and blood of an unknown creature remain between its fangs;
The dragon head in the middle is indifferent and ruthless, as majestic as an ancient statue;

The dragon head on the right, however, seemed to be indulging in sadistic pleasure, its tongue constantly licking the corner of its mouth.

His massive body exuded a suffocating stench of blood, as if he had just emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"I just came back from the fourth floor," the dragon head on Cha Ye's left spoke, its voice booming like thunder.

"Do you know what I saw there? A bunch of damned wizards digging up ancient ruins!"

The central dragon head took over the conversation, his tone terrifyingly somber:
"And we, the so-called 'Supreme Apostles,' can only hide in the deepest part of the abyss, not daring to utter a single fart!"

The dragon head on the right let out a maniacal laugh:
"Hahahaha! A dozen or so pieces of trash who were killed by the Witch King with a single finger have the nerve to sit on this throne and call themselves some kind of Supreme Apostle? They probably can't even beat an ordinary Grand Wizard. I can take on three of you by myself!"

These words were like a bomb, instantly igniting the anger of some of the apostles present.

"What did you say?!"

Malachi's seven heads roared in fury simultaneously, each head spewing flames of a different color from its eyes:

"Zha Ye, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're ranked second!"

"Were all three of your heads swept away by the Great Wizard's Extinction Beam?"

"You bastard whose mother was %￥#*&!"

……

Agatha's rotting face twisted into a horrifying expression, and copious amounts of green pus gushed from the hole in her chest:

"Cha Ye, is your brain trapped in the phonograph?"

Looking at his colleagues who were using extremely foul language, Cha Ye and the three dragon heads simultaneously revealed a mocking smile.

"All you can do is talk?"

He stood up, his six wings spread, and the entire throne area was shrouded in a huge shadow.

Space itself began to distort under the radiation of its power, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

"I told you I might not even be able to beat an ordinary high wizard, and I was absolutely right!"

The voice of the central dragon head became even more ferocious: "A bunch of useless trash who only know how to hide in their den and play house, do you dare to challenge me?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chaye's left arm struck Agatha, who was closest to him, with lightning speed.

This punch carried a terrifying power capable of shattering stars; space tore apart like paper in front of the fist, revealing the chaotic void behind it.

Agatha barely managed to extend her corrosive touch to defend herself, but the immense impact still sent her and her throne flying.

Her body, composed of rotting organs, was torn to pieces in the impact.

Green pus fell like raindrops, each drop highly corrosive.

"Cha Ye! You damned madman!"

Malachi's seven heads roared simultaneously, deciding to strike first.

Seven different types of energy erupted from each head—fire, frost, venom, lightning, acid mist, shadow, and pure mental shock.

But Chaye reacted even faster, his right dragon head suddenly turning towards Malaki and opening its huge mouth.

"Shut up!"

A pure white beam of energy shot out from the dragon's mouth; it was the destructive power compressed to its extreme.

Wherever the beam of light passed, matter was instantly annihilated, and even the flow of time was distorted.

Malaki's seven attacks vanished instantly before this beam of light, like candles meeting the blazing sun.

The beam continued forward, piercing Malaki's chest and leaving a bottomless hole behind him.

"Ahhhh——!"

Malachi let out a piercing scream, the expressions on all seven heads contorted to the extreme.

The huge wound on his chest was rotting and spreading at a visible rate.

Bradesh joined the battle, his countless fleshy tentacles coiling around Chaye's limbs like octopuses.

These tentacles are a collection of the resentment of countless lives, each possessing its own independent consciousness and malice.

"That's it?"

Cha Ye sneered disdainfully, flapping all six wings simultaneously.

The sharp wing blades sliced ​​through the air, leaving six dark cracks.

These cracks, sharp as blades, instantly severed most of the tentacles.

The severed tentacles writhed wildly on the ground, gushing out thick black liquid from the cut surfaces.

These liquids have an astonishing reproductive ability; once they are spilled, they begin to split into massive amounts of fleshy tentacles.

But Cha Ye didn't care about any of that. His six arms worked like a meat grinder, instantly pulverizing any fleshy tentacles that came near.

Each attack ignites his fighting spirit, causing his power to rise continuously.

The scale of the battle is constantly expanding.

Despite the excruciating pain, Malachi summoned his Legion of Original Sin.

Countless distorted figures emerged from the void; they were beings who had been tortured to death and had now transformed into aggregates of pure malice.

Agatha fully expanded her corrosive domain, and everything within sight began to rot rapidly.

Bradesh expanded his flesh and blood body infinitely, attempting to overwhelm Chaye with sheer numbers.

His body split into millions of independent units, each with different attack methods and skills.

The entire Abyss of Souls trembled during this battle.

Each of Chaye's attacks could tear through space, leaving permanent scars in the void.

The Supreme Apostles' counterattack was equally terrifying, their various reality-distorting abilities turning the entire area into a nightmarish battlefield.

If this battle were to occur outside, even some giant planets would be annihilated into dust under such a level of power.

But the outcome of the battle was not in doubt.

Chaye's fighting style was extremely ferocious and skillful.

He did not rely solely on brute force, but rather perfectly combined absolute strength with honed skills.

The three dragon heads act independently, capable of dealing with enemies from multiple directions simultaneously, and they cooperate seamlessly with each other.

With its six arms operating in coordination, integrating offense and defense, it forms an impeccable combat system.

Each flap of its six wings generates a spatial storm, neutralizing enemy attacks.

What's even more frightening is Chaye's regenerative ability.

Even if hit by an enemy's attack, the wound will heal instantly, and each injury will ignite an even stronger fighting spirit.

"You think you can fight me with that little skill?"

Chaye's left dragon head bit down on one of Malaki's heads, twisted it forcefully, and tore it off.

Golden dragon blood and green apostle blood mingled together, forming a strange spiral pattern in the air.

The central dragon head exerted its power simultaneously, punching Agatha in the chest.

The Corruption Maiden's body flew backward like a cannonball, leaving a green trail in the void.

The dragon's right head opened its massive maw and swallowed most of Bradesh's body whole.

The flesh sculpture let out a desperate scream, and the remaining tentacles struggled frantically, but they were unable to break free from the dragon's jaws.

The battle lasted for an unknown period of time, but Chaye's advantage became increasingly obvious.

Although he was covered in wounds, the left side of the dragon head was mostly corroded by Malachi's venom.

Two of the six wings were dissolved by Agatha's corrosive power, and their bodies were covered with penetrating wounds left by Bradesh's flesh-and-blood attacks.

But these injuries only made it more ferocious.

His opponents, on the other hand, are on the verge of collapse.
Malachi's seven heads have already been torn off three times, and the remaining heads are barely alive.
Agatha's body was decomposing many times more severely than usual, and it looked like it could completely decompose at any moment.

Bradesh was left with less than a third of his flesh and blood, still struggling in his death throes.

"enough!"

Magus finally lost his temper and intervened to stop the "civil war" that had spiraled out of control.

Countless black threads burst forth from his body, instantly covering the entire battlefield.

The silk thread may appear thin, but it contains terrifying power.

Even Cha Ye could not break free from this constraint.

Those threads not only bound the body, but also directly acted on a deeper level of anchoring.

“It’s always like this, Cha Ye.”

Magus's "voice" carried a clear sense of fatigue:

"Can't you just be quiet for a moment? We prisoners are already suffering enough, why do we have to kill each other?"

(End of this chapter)