Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 360 Dream Eater

As one of the most senior astrologers in the wizarding world, Astraea was certainly no stranger to this name.

But when Chloe said it, it sent a chill down her spine.

That was a warning from the depths of fate.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the ancient star chart pendant on his robe sleeve.

The pendant is made of a bone material with a surface covered with fine vein-like patterns.

Whenever they sense a major shift in fate, these fine lines turn slightly red, like the pulse of a living thing.

At this moment, it is emitting an unsettling dark red glow.

“Grandma Leia?” Chloe keenly sensed the change in her foster mother’s emotions. “Do you know her?”

Astraea remained silent for a long time, her eyes fixed on the desolate land outside the window, dyed red by the setting sun.

Few things in her long life could have made her so cautious.

"I wouldn't say we know each other, but..." Her voice carried a deep weariness:

"This name has appeared very frequently in the recent high-level divination meetings."

She turned to face Chloe, her face filled with worry:

"Whenever someone tries to make in-depth predictions about his future, it feels like there is someone in a higher position deliberately protecting him."

Chloe gently stroked the star chart in front of her, feeling the subtle vibrations emanating from it:
“I’ve had the same problem. Every time I try to peek into his future, I always see… some strange fragments.”

"What kind of clip?" Astraea's tone became urgent.

"A blood-red sky... countless twisted figures..."

Chloe's voice became ethereal, as if she were recalling a nightmare:
"And shadows devouring light... and stars shining alone in chaos."

Astraea's pupils contracted slightly.

As an experienced astrologer, she certainly understood the meaning of these images.

The blood-red sky represents a bloody upheaval, the twisted figure symbolizes the abyss's corruption, and that lonely star...

“Little Chloe.” Her voice became more serious than ever before:
“Your prophetic talent is far greater than mine. But at the same time, it also means that you bear a greater burden.”

She took out an ancient crystal ball from her robe sleeve, inside which nebulous mist floated.

“This is the legacy my mentor gave me—the ‘Celestial Sphere,’ which I now pass on to you.”

Astraea carefully placed the crystal ball in front of Chloe:
“The ‘celestial sphere’ can amplify the diviner’s perception and also provide them with a certain degree of mental protection.”

Chloe gently touched the surface of the crystal ball and immediately felt the ancient power contained within it.

It is a consciousness that transcends time and space, carrying wisdom accumulated over thousands of years.

“If you truly felt such a strong warning,” Astraea continued, “you can go and verify the truth for yourself.”

Upon hearing this suggestion, Chloe's body trembled slightly.

"Grandma Leia, you mean..."

"Head to the Abyss Observatory." Astraea's words were resolute:
"There is not only Ron, who caused the upheaval in our destiny, but also an old gentleman we should all visit—Professor Yutel."

When the name was mentioned, Astraea's expression showed respect, and a deep-seated gratitude:

"When I first became a formal wizard, I was too confident in my prophetic talent. I almost suffered a backlash during a divination session, but fortunately, I received help from the professor."

Her voice softened, as if she were recalling a precious memory:
"Professor Utter not only saved me, but also taught me how to use astrology correctly."

Moreover, he is one of only two remaining mystics in the world; if anyone can guide you further, it's him.

Chloe nodded silently, her unease replaced by determination: "When do you think I should set off?"

"Tomorrow at dusk," Astraea decided.

“I will submit a formal application for access to the observatory over there. As for your ‘night fog’…”

She looked toward the corner of the room, where a huge shadow was huddled.

As Astraea called out, the shadows slowly began to unfold, revealing a strange creature.

It was a dream-eating beast, its body resembling a giant magic carpet.

Upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the "fabric" of its magic carpet is actually woven from countless tiny tentacles.

These tentacles were constantly wriggling, their surfaces covered with a moist mucus, emitting a sweet and nauseating odor.

What makes people most uncomfortable is its "face".

It was a smooth, fleshy surface, without eyes or a nose, only a mouth that was always smiling, carrying a kind of greedy desire.

"The night fog has matured and is now sufficient to carry you on a long flight."

Astraea's voice was tinged with relief: "And its dream-creating ability can provide you with additional protection."

The Dream Eater sensed its master's gaze, and its tentacles began to emit a soft blue light—its way of expressing pleasure.

………………

The following evening, the sky over the western border was dyed an eerie purplish-red.

Two of the three suns had already set, leaving only the last one stubbornly radiating a blood-red light on the horizon.

On the highest platform of the Astrological Sanctuary, Chloe was making final preparations for her departure.

Beside her, the night mist was slowly unfurling its nightmarish wings.

The edges of these wings are covered with wriggling tentacles that sway gently in the breeze, making a creepy rustling sound.

"Little Chloe, remember what I said."

Astraea made a final check of the various amulets and auto-activation spells:
"The ability to predict the future is a gift, but also a curse. Seeing the truth is not always a good thing; sometimes ignorance is protection."

She handed Chloe a silk bag:
"This is a magical crystallization created by me and several Dark Sun-level elders, containing the power of our full-force attack. Remember, it can only be used in life-or-death situations."

Chloe carefully took the bag, and through her mental perception, she could clearly sense the terrifying energy contained within it.

The feeling was like holding several bombs that could explode at any moment.

“I will be careful, Grandma Leia.”

The night fog emitted a low humming sound, a signal that it was ready.

Chloe gently stroked its wet tentacles, feeling the hunger emanating from them.

A hunger for dreams, and a desire to devour.

"Let's go, Night Fog. It's time to find the answers."

With Chloe's soft command, the Dream Eater slowly ascended into the air.

Its flight method is extremely strange; instead of flapping its wings, it "swims" in the air like it's swimming.

The tentacles left blurry, illusory traces behind them; any observer could only see distorted air and bewildering light and shadow.

The flight was relatively calm, and the illusionary barrier created by the night fog allowed them to avoid most of the potential trouble.

But as Chloe drew closer to the Great Abyss, her unease intensified.

The feeling was like approaching a giant vortex, with the concentration of magic in the air constantly rising, accompanied by a suffocating sense of oppression.

Her prophetic abilities also began to fluctuate abnormally, occasionally receiving fragmented fragments.

Just as the girl was trying to decipher these warning messages, the night fog suddenly emitted a low, alarming hum.

The Dream Eater's spiritual perception sensed the anomaly ahead.

It was an extremely dangerous aura, carrying the twisted qualities unique to the abyss.

“Something’s up…” Chloe said softly, while simultaneously beginning to use her astrological powers to gain a deeper understanding.

In her prophetic vision, blurry images began to emerge:
A white-haired witch stood on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by several terrifying blood demons.

The flames of intelligence burning in the eyes of these abyssal creatures showed that they had transcended the level of ordinary beasts.

But what truly terrified Chloe was the aura emanating from the woman.

It was some kind of more twisted force that made the blind girl, whose inspiration was extraordinary, instinctively feel a sense of resistance towards it.

"Night fog, reduce flight altitude, maintain stealth status," she cautiously issued the order.

The Dream Eater immediately carried out the command and simultaneously enhanced the effect of the illusion barrier.

But it was too late; the beings below had already sensed their approach.

In a secluded canyon, Euphemia stood on the edge of a cliff, gazing into the distance towards the abyss.

She had porcelain-like, pale skin, eerie dark red eyes, and an unsettling, supernatural beauty.

Her long white hair fluttered in the breeze, creating a striking contrast with the dark red, ornate robe she wore.

Behind her, five blood demons waited quietly.

These abyssal creatures were originally incredibly ferocious, but under the control of Euphemia's bloodline, they became as docile as tamed pets.

The leader was over eight meters tall, its entire body covered with pulsating veins, and it exhaled scorching steam from its nostrils with every breath.

“An unexpected visitor…” Euphemia murmured to herself, a playful smile playing on her lips.

Her perception far surpassed that of ordinary wizards; she could clearly sense the hidden spiritual fluctuations in the sky.

Although the Dream Eater's disguise was excellent, there were still clues to be found for a being with such a special bloodline.

Euphemia took out a small recording crystal from her bosom.

This device can record the battle process and serve as evidence for the Nova Project's rating.

The Conquest School's evaluation system places more emphasis on practical combat skills; a single successful battle record is more valuable than several academic papers.

"Looks like I'm in luck today." She gently stroked the head of the leading blood demon, feeling the bloodlust emanating from it.

"It can both test new tactical combinations and increase the score."

She made a subtle gesture, and one of the blood demons beside her immediately understood his master's intention.

The Blood Demon began to show signs of "restlessness," and the light of wisdom burning in its eyes was gradually replaced by primal rage.

"Damn it! I can't control it!"

Euphemia shouted loudly on purpose, her voice carrying just the right amount of panic.

But her "stopping" was clearly "ineffective".

The blood demon let out a deafening roar, spread its enormous wings, and soared into the sky.

Its speed was astonishing, rushing straight towards the Dream Eater like a blood-red meteor.

Chloe's prophetic abilities erupted with a sharp alarm, feeling as if countless needles were piercing her brain simultaneously.

She could even "see" the Blood Demon opening its massive maw, its dense array of sharp teeth as terrifying as the gates of hell.

"Danger! Turn left!"

Night Fog immediately executed an evasive maneuver, narrowly avoiding the Blood Demon's first attack.

But the Blood Demon's attack did not end there. It nimbly adjusted its posture in mid-air, preparing to launch an even more deadly second round of attacks.

"Damn it!" Chloe cursed inwardly, while simultaneously channeling her magic power. "This blood demon's strength is at least at the peak of the Morning Star level!"

The battle is about to break out.

The Blood Demon's second attack was even more ferocious; its claws tore through the air, leaving behind trails of crimson energy.

These trails possess the corrosive quality unique to the abyss, causing even the air to distort under their influence.

But Chloe's reaction was equally swift.

Her prophetic abilities allowed her to "see" the attack trajectory in advance, enabling her to make perfect evasions before the Blood Demon arrived.

"Ring One: Starfall!"

A silver beam of light descended from the sky, crashing down on the Blood Demon like a falling meteor.

This attack contains the power of the stars and has a natural restraining effect on abyssal creatures.

The Blood Demon let out a shrill howl, white smoke began to rise from its body, and large areas of its skin showed burn marks.

But it is extremely resilient and did not fall down immediately even after being severely injured.

Just as Chloe was about to deliver the finishing blow, she heard a female voice praising her from below:

"A magnificent battle! Miss Chloe, your strength has impressed me greatly."

Euphemia waved her right hand, and the other four blood demons immediately surrounded her.

Upon seeing his companion, the wounded Blood Demon's rage gradually subsided, and he regained his composure.

“I’m sorry to have startled you.” Euphemia’s voice was gentle and polite.
“My Blood Demon has been a bit unstable lately; the influence of the abyss energy causes it to occasionally go out of control.”

As she spoke, her expression suddenly turned cold, and she made a strange gesture toward the "out-of-control" blood demon.

The Blood Demon let out a painful howl, and its body began to tremble violently.

"As punishment, dispose of it," she coldly ordered.

The other four blood demons pounced without hesitation, tearing at their companion's flesh like hungry wolves.

This sudden brutality made Chloe, who had grown up in an astrological society, slightly open her mouth.

The woman's ruthlessness surprised her somewhat.

Within minutes, the blood demon was completely devoured without any resistance, leaving not even bones behind.

The other blood demons became noticeably stronger after devouring their companions.

"As a token of apology..." Euphemia took out a small pouch containing magic stones from her storage bag:
"Here are five standard magic stones as my apology."

She tossed the bag into the air, and Yoru instinctively tried to reach out her tentacles to catch it, but the blind girl quickly stopped her.

Chloe carefully examined the magic stone using her mental perception and confirmed that there were no traps or curses within it.

Even so, she dared not let her guard down.

This sudden "kindness" only made her more vigilant.

"Also..." Euphemia, seeing that the other party hadn't accepted the magic stone, casually took it back:
"Since we're both heading towards the Abyss Observatory, why don't we travel together? That way we can look out for each other on the way."

“No need,” Chloe replied coldly, her voice clearly showing displeasure.
"Keep an eye on your dog next time; not everyone has the patience to play games with their pet."

After saying that, she gestured for Night Mist to leave.

The Dream Eater spread its tentacles and wings, quickly taking off and moving away from the dangerous area.

Euphemia watched them leave, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

She has already recorded enough combat footage, and this "unexpected encounter" will earn her a lot of points in the Rising Star Program.

Moreover, this encounter gave her a clearer understanding of her current abilities.

………………

In the core area of ​​the Abyss Observatory, Ron's private laboratory was filled with a strange aura of metal and magic.

Various rare materials are neatly arranged on the experimental table.

"Ailan, adjust the temperature in the laboratory to a constant level..." The researcher's voice was calm and focused.

A tree spirit drifted out from the depths of the laboratory, her verdant branches deftly manipulating various environmental control devices.

As Ron's most capable assistant, she had long since become completely accustomed to this support role.

“Master, the golem you created this time…” Ailan examined the complex design drawings on the experimental table, her voice tinged with obvious unease:
“It looks more complex than ever before. The precision of these rune arrays is approaching the level of ‘living structures’.”

“That’s right.” Ron nodded in agreement, and began activating “Blessing of the Creator”:
“Ordinary golems cannot function in the abyss environment for long periods of time. I need to create constructs that are truly capable of making their own judgments.”

With the activation of the blessing, countless inspirations flooded into his mind like a tide.

Every design detail became clearly visible, as if countless unseen hands were guiding his work.

"I do not intend to make personal contact with those beings of the abyss."

According to the divination, although there are relatively safe areas, the risk of direct contact remains too great.

He pointed to the core of the humanoid construct on the design drawing:
"This golem will act as my proxy to make initial, tentative contact."

If faced with an insurmountable threat, it can immediately self-destruct to prevent information leakage.

Dale poked her head out of the crystal pool, her silver hair flowing like moonlight under the magic crystal lamp.

Her golden eyes were filled with curiosity and worry: "Master, what kind of being are you going to come into contact with? It sounds very dangerous..."

“It is indeed very dangerous.” Ron only revealed what he could:
"But it is precisely because of the danger that it has immeasurable value. High risk often means high reward; this is a basic principle."

He began to work on the first piece of black gold magic iron.

This special metal needs to be forged at a specific temperature.

Too much heat will damage its magical conductivity, while too little cold will prevent it from achieving the desired plasticity.

The effects of its essential insight, micro-structural adaptation, and extraordinary creativity are fully revealed at this moment.

Ron can intuitively perceive every subtle change in the material, knowing when to apply force and when to be gentle.

It feels like having a dialogue with the material itself, understanding its needs and limitations.

Each hammer blow requires precise force control, maintaining the structural strength of the metal while inscribing intricate rune circuits within it.

This job requires a high degree of focus and skill, but with his special abilities, Ron's hands are as steady as a surgeon's.

As the work progressed, the basic skeleton of the golem began to emerge.

This structure is about 1.8 meters tall and its entire body exudes a black and gold luster.

(End of this chapter)