Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 358 Historical Projection
Mentioning something of this caliber makes the temperature in the room seem to drop a few degrees.

"'Dragon-Headed Demon' Cha Ye, that volatile madman, has been in an exceptionally bad mood lately." Yutel's illusory figure trembled slightly.
"He sensed the excavation activity on the fourth level, and then... well, you know his personality."

Ron certainly knew.

Jacques was known among the High Apostles for his cruelty and capriciousness, and his favorite pastime was picking fights.

A group of wizards making noise "at his doorstep" gave him a convenient excuse to vent his frustrations.

He also knew that if he wanted to kill these people, a high-ranking wizard who was watching the area would definitely come to stop him.

"So you had no choice but to take matters into your own hands."

“Yes, I conducted detailed predictions and calculations beforehand.” Yutel’s tone became more serious:
"The results show that if I use some special methods, I am 70% confident that I can defeat Chaye. This chance of victory... is worth a try."

At this point, the old professor took out a storage crystal that emitted a silvery light from his pocket:
"This experience has also provided me with excellent teaching material. Ron, would you like to observe a battle with the Supreme Apostle firsthand?"

The inside of the crystal seemed to contain a miniature galaxy, with countless points of light slowly rotating within it.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that those points of light are not stars, but rather some kind of more complex information construct.

"This is the complete memory I extracted from that battle, including my thought process, the feeling of casting spells, and even some analysis of Chaye."

A glint of anticipation flashed in Yutel's eyes:
"Through your adaptive simulation device, you can fully experience how a mystic fights against the Supreme Apostle, and most importantly..."

He paused for a moment, his voice becoming mysterious:

"If you are perceptive enough, you may be able to learn the technique of 'history projection' from this."

Although you are not yet fully capable of mastering it, with my permission, you can summon my ethereal projection for assistance.

This suggestion made Ron's heart race; historical projection was one of the most important advanced applications of the "Historical Research" skill.

Moreover, judging from Yutel's words, mastering this skill means that within his sphere of influence, he will have the assistance of a great wizard at crucial moments.

As for the question of whether he could comprehend it... he has never worried about that aspect since his apprenticeship.

“Of course I’m willing.” Ron took the memory crystal and immediately sensed the terrifying energy contained within it:
"But... why did you choose this time to teach me?"

Yutel's expression turned serious:

"Because I performed a divination for your next exploration of the Abyss. The result... is not optimistic; you will likely encounter an Apostle-level being."

Ron had actually anticipated this.

According to his own divination, the one he encountered this time was very likely Nari, the "Eye of the Abyss".

“In that case, let’s begin.” He stood up, a thirst for knowledge igniting in his eyes:
"I'm also very interested to see what a real high-level battle is like."

………………

In the special equipment room, the adaptive chaos simulation device was tuned to an unprecedented level of precision.

Complex rune circuits spread across the surface of the device like blood vessels, each line pulsating with an eerie light.

The entire device doesn't look like a mechanical creation; it looks more like some kind of living organ.

"The connection of this memory carrier needs to be handled with extreme care."

Yutel's phantom hovered beside the device:
"It contains not only visual and auditory information, but also a part of my state of mind at that moment. The impact on your mind... could be very serious."

Ron checked the device's security systems.

The triple mental protective barrier has been activated, and the emergency shutdown procedure is also on standby.

“There’s one more thing I need to remind you,” Yutel’s voice became more serious:
“Although I repelled Chaye, that guy… didn’t use his full strength. For him, this battle was more like a pastime. If he really intended to kill… then…”

The old professor didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: he hoped the professor would maintain sufficient awe for beings of the highest apostle level.

“I understand.” Ron nodded in understanding, then lay down in the simulation pod. “Let’s begin, Professor.”

As the memory carrier was connected to the core of the device, the atmosphere in the entire laboratory immediately underwent a terrifying change.

The air became thick and viscous like blood, and the runes on the walls began to flash wildly, emitting a dull sound like a heartbeat.

Ron could hear faint whispers, as if countless voices were murmuring in his ear.

Reality begins to distort.

………………

The fourth layer of the abyss, the Twisted Jungle.

When Ron, or rather, when he was now in Yutel's shoes, opened his eyes, he was immediately shocked by the scene before him.

This place cannot be called a "forest" at all; it is more like the inside of the organs of some kind of giant creature.

The “trees” are deformed columns made of blood vessels, tendons and cartilage, each one pulsating slightly, as if a heart is beating inside.

The surfaces of these pillars are covered with a moist, skin-like texture, covered with tiny openings resembling sweat pores, constantly oozing a viscous fluid.

"Branches and leaves" are variations of various organs...

A huge eyeball hangs from the branch, its pupil constantly moving, watching every passing creature;

The heart-shaped fruit swayed in the breeze, each beat producing a dull drumbeat.

There are also some fleshy tentacles that look like tongues, which occasionally stick out to taste the flavors in the air.

The sky was a nauseating deep purple, with no sun and only a few enormous organs suspended high in the air.

Those organs emitted a purulent yellow light, providing a morbid illumination for this eerie biological forest.

The most disturbing thing is the sound.

The entire forest was "breathing," emitting a deep sound like the call of a whale.

Occasionally, you can hear gurgling sounds similar to digestion, as well as the rustling sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels.

This is not a forest, but the entrails of some enormous creature!
In this terrifying environment, the archaeological team's camp stood out conspicuously.

Several tents made of special materials surround a deep excavation tunnel.

Various detection instruments flashing blue light were densely arranged around the tunnel.

A dozen wizards were working diligently, wearing heavy protective suits and face shields.

Even so, a few people still had an unhealthy grayish-white complexion.

This is the consequence of prolonged exposure to the abyss.

But they were clearly unaware of the impending danger.

Yutel could sense it.

As a mystic, his perception abilities far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine.

In his mind, the river of time was churning violently, and countless possible futures flashed before his eyes.

The vast majority of them point to the same result—a bloody massacre.

This ability doesn't need to be explained in words, because Ron can directly experience Yutel's thought process.

The sensing range instantly expanded to a radius of hundreds of kilometers, and every tiny energy fluctuation was captured and analyzed.

At the edge of perception, a vast and violent consciousness is rapidly approaching.

That sense of presence... was like a planet crushing down on us from space.

Wherever it passed, the organs and trees in the twisted forest withered and died, as if even the creations of the abyss were fearfully fleeing from something.

"They're here," Yutel thought to himself.

The silver phantom began to emit an even stronger light, and the surrounding spatial structure stabilized accordingly.

An invisible network of forces instantly covered the entire area, firmly fixing this space to its current spacetime coordinates.

This prevents the enemy from launching a surprise attack via space jump and also provides an escape route for a possible retreat.

Rumble!
The earth began to tremble, and the distant forest of organs collapsed in swathes like dominoes. A colossal, unimaginably vast figure rose from the depths of the forest, standing like an ancient deity beneath the distorted sky.

That was Cha Ye, the "Dragon-Headed Evil Demon".

Its three enormous dragon heads are arranged in a triangular pattern.

A furious crimson flame burned in the eye of the dragon's left head;

The central dragon head is indifferent and ruthless, like a statue in an ancient temple;
The dragon head on the right has a morbidly celebratory expression, its tongue constantly licking its sharp fangs.

When its six wings are spread out, they blot out the sky, and the wing membranes are covered with dark spots like stars in the sky.

What's most terrifying is the murderous aura emanating from Cha Ye.

That was pure malice that had been forged after countless bloody battles and the slaughter of countless lives.

Simply by looking directly at him, one can hear the cries of thousands of dying people echoing in one's ears.

"Ok?"

Cha Ye's central dragon head's gaze fell on Yutel, somewhat surprised: "Old man? You actually came?"

Contrary to Ron's expectations, Chaz didn't attack immediately; instead, he seemed somewhat...surprised?
The dragon head on the right let out a low laugh: "Perfect, I've been holding it in for ages!"

Yutel mobilized the power of the Void, and the silver light began to erode the surrounding reality.

Under this light, the twisted organs and trees began to take on a more normal shape.

Although it's still weird, at least it's not as disgusting anymore.

"Zha Ye, my men are conducting important research here."

The old professor's voice was calm and firm, but Ron could sense a slight tension within him:
"If you just want to fight, I can accompany you to another place."

"Ha! You think I'm after those few ants?"

The dragon's head on the left side of Cha Ye spewed out a scorching breath, instantly distorting and deforming the surrounding air:
"I came here for you! How many years have passed since we last clashed on the seventh level of the Abyss? Three hundred years? Five hundred years?"

At this point, Cha Ye's three heads simultaneously showed expressions of excitement:
"Come on! Let me see if you've become so decayed and unrecognizable!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already launched his attack.

Six arms swung simultaneously, unleashing six beams of destructive light, each a different color:
Incandescent light, crimson boiling rays, pitch-black void devouring waves, turquoise corrosive venom, transparent spatial blades, and a bizarre attack that even distorts light.

Each attack contained terrifying energy capable of destroying the land, and when all six attacks were unleashed simultaneously, their power increased exponentially.

But Yutel was prepared.

With a flash of silver light, Yutel's figure instantly split into seven, each dodging along a different trajectory.

This is one of the core abilities of the mystic: creating clones by manipulating their own time flow.

Each clone represents a possible path of action, a precise grasp of future possibilities by the "mystic".

The six beams of destruction tore apart the six clones, but they only hit the "possibility" and did not cause any real damage.

The seventh clone—the real Yutel—has appeared on Chaye's left flank.

The silver light coalesced into a tangible form, creating a miniature star about two meters in diameter in the air.

The surface of this "star" is burning with silvery-white flames, and the fusion reaction inside releases terrifying light and heat.

Although it is small in size, the energy compressed inside it is enough to evaporate the ocean.

The dragon's left head suddenly turned, its huge mouth opening wide, seemingly trying to devour the miniature star!
"Perfect timing for me to have a treat."

The scorching "star" was swallowed into the dragon's mouth, where it burst forth with intense light deep within Cha Ye's throat.

The high temperature and radiation raged inside him, but it only made him let out a satisfied burp.

"That's all the power you've got? Old man, it seems you really are getting old!"

The central dragon head mocked, while its three right arms began to swing their fists horizontally.

Space was torn apart like paper by the scraping of the fist, revealing the void and chaos of the abyss behind it.

Yutel's figure disappeared again, this time appearing several hundred meters directly above Chaye.

——Third Ring Gravity Well
The silver light transformed into a distorted gravity field, attempting to trap Cha Ye within the compressed gravity well.

The surrounding space began to collapse toward the center of the gravity well, and even the light was bent and severely distorted.

The scattered organ and tree fragments were dragged by gravity and spun at high speed, forming a terrifying "accretion disk".

However, this level of attack is indeed just a minor problem for the Supreme Apostle.

Cha Ye's six wings flapped suddenly, and the terrifying force directly tore apart the constraints of the gravity field.

The compressed space emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain before exploding with a deafening roar.

"Alright! That's enough of your little tricks!"

Cha Ye raised all three dragon heads simultaneously, beginning to gather strength for a truly deadly attack.

Flames of different colors ignited in three pairs of eyes, and the air began to distort violently due to the rapid increase in temperature.

—A triple annihilation!

Three beams of light shot out from the dragon's head:

On the left is a deep red beam of light burning with rage, burning everything in its path to nothingness;
At the center was a cold, ruthless beam of pure white light, the purest annihilating power;
On the right is a dark, maddening beam of light, containing chaotic energy powerful enough to distort reality.

The three beams of light converged and merged in the air, forming a terrifying attack capable of tearing through space and time.

This level of destructive power is something even a great wizard's ethereal form would find difficult to withstand head-on.

But Yutel wore a calm smile.

As a mystic, his greatest advantage has never been direct combat, but rather his ability to foresee and respond to the future.

This moment was exactly what he had anticipated.

—Historical Projection

A burst of silver light suddenly erupted, and the river of time appeared around Yutel.

Countless historical fragments ripple like water, recording all the possibilities of the past, present, and future.

Within these fragments, several particularly bright spots of light began to coalesce and take shape.

The first figure to appear made Cha Ye frown slightly.

She was a young witch with dark hair as deep as the night sky and a cold, aloof demeanor; her eyes were like slowly swirling purple vortexes.

As soon as her phantom appeared, the surrounding space was immediately filled with powerful, deep purple magical radiation.

Faced with the terrifying three-phase beam that was aimed directly at her, the witch casually guided it away to who-knows-where with a wave of her hand.

"teacher?"

Cassandra's voice was filled with obvious confusion and dissatisfaction:

"I am commanding a fleet in the 'Shattered Starfield' in the seventh quadrant. Why are you summoning my projection at this time?"

She quickly scanned the battlefield, her brows furrowing even deeper:

“‘Dragon-headed Demon’ Cha Ye? You should have notified me of the return of my true form to an enemy of this level.”

“Now is not the time to discuss procedures, Cassandra.”

Yutel's tone was apologetic, but even more urgent: "Help me deal with this madman first, and I'll explain the details later."

Despite her dissatisfaction, Cassandra began to mobilize the immense magical power within her.

(End of this chapter)