Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 361 Bloodline Curse

Each joint is meticulously designed to ensure both flexibility and strong load-bearing capacity.

But what's most eye-catching is the space reserved in its chest.

A magic amplification crystal will be installed there, serving as the energy core of the entire construct.

The next step is the most crucial one.

Ron carefully took the magic amplification crystal out of the container; the octahedral crystal emanated an eerie life force in his hand.

"The energy output of the crystal needs to be perfectly synchronized with the entire rune network, otherwise it will not be able to trigger a chain reaction."

With the installation of the crystal, the entire golem began to emit a faint glow.

It wasn't a lifeless, mechanical sheen, but rather a pulse close to life.

Energy flows through the rune circuits, much like blood circulates in blood vessels.

Ron began to channel his mental energy into the golem.

The golem's eyes began to flash with a blue light.

"Initialization complete... System self-check... Everything is normal."

The golem uttered its first words: "Creator, I am ready to receive instructions."

“Very good. Your codename is ‘Explorer One.’ Your main mission is to conduct reconnaissance and initial contact in the abyss environment.” Ron nodded in satisfaction.

"Remember, caution is the first principle. If faced with a threat beyond your capabilities, retreat immediately or self-destruct."

"Understood, Creator. Explorer One will strictly follow your instructions."

The golem gave a standard salute, its movements slightly stiff, but still quite respectable.

After completing the project, Ron began to consider his next course of action.

"Explorer One will act as the vanguard, responsible for gathering intelligence and probing the enemy's situation. Once it reaches the fourth level, it can prepare to semi-abandon it."

He was making a detailed plan in his mind:
"I'll first control the substitute puppet to make contact with the magic puppet and take the magic amplification crystal from it... I'll decide whether to intervene based on the situation."

After all, Nari treated the stand-in puppet like a precious son.

However, regarding Ron's true form, it might only be somewhat familiar with his aura.

He wouldn't dare take the risk of approaching her directly like that.

………………

Deep in the canyon, Euphemia watched Chloe's departing figure, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Just as she was about to put away the recording crystal, the mark on her left wrist suddenly started to get hot.

It was a burning sensation that went deep into the bones, as if something was wriggling in the blood vessels.

The white-haired witch's face turned pale instantly; she knew what this meant—her father was going to contact her.

She quickly looked around to make sure there were no other observers, then took out a strangely shaped dagger from her bosom.

The blade of this dagger was a deep red, as if it had been forged from congealed blood.

Without hesitation, Euphemia used the dagger to cut a deep wound in the palm of her left hand.

Blood gushed out instantly, but instead of dripping onto the ground, it condensed in the air into a complex geometric shape.

The crimson pattern began to rotate, faster and faster, eventually forming a small door.

A tentacle made of pure blood extended from the door, with a huge vertical eye at its end, the pupil reflecting eerie spiral patterns.

Simply gazing into that eye evokes an indescribable sense of fear and awe.

That was the oppressive aura emanating from a high-ranking being, enough to drive an ordinary person insane instantly.

The moment the blood tentacles appeared, all means of observation around them became ineffective, plunging the area into a deathly silence.

"my daughter……"

A deep and majestic voice came from the tentacles.

The sound seemed to emanate simultaneously from countless throats, layer upon layer, sending chills down one's spine:

Have you reached the designated area?

"Yes, Father."

Euphemia bowed respectfully: "I am on my way to the Abyss Observatory as instructed by you."

The spiral within the bloodshot eye began to spin faster, as if scrutinizing the "masterpiece" it had created:
"Very good. This mission has several objectives; listen carefully."

Euphemia nodded in understanding and activated memory enhancement to ensure that no detail was missed.

As the "daughter" of the Blood King, she was trained from a young age to absolutely obey orders.

"First, use the environment of the abyss to make your blood demon slaves fight each other."

The tentacles swayed slowly in the air, and the bloodshot eyes turned towards the blood demons who were waiting quietly:
"Only through life-or-death struggles can they achieve true evolution. The weak are eliminated, and the strong become stronger; this is the fundamental law of the abyss."

The light in the bloodshot eyes grew even more intense:
"Especially the leader, it's already close to the Moon-level. If you can break through during this trial, your overall strength will rise to a new level."

"Yes, Father." Euphemia's voice remained respectful, but she was calculating the pros and cons in her mind.

While the infighting between blood demons can promote evolution, it also means that she will lose some of her combat power.

However, a Moon-level Blood Demon is indeed more valuable than several Morning-level Blood Demons.

"Secondly, find an opportunity to meet Grand Duke Asmond of Blood and Tears."

The Blood King's tone grew even colder, and thick blood began to flow from his blood-red eyes:

“Lately, this guy has become increasingly disobedient, and he’s started to outwardly comply with my orders but inwardly defy them. He’s forgotten who gave him his current power and position.”

The tentacles began to writhe violently, and the vascular patterns on their surface became more pronounced.
"Moreover, he has begun to delay the supply of pure blood dew to the Blood Moon Clan, and this behavior must be corrected."

I'll give him a little warning then, and you should get some extra benefits from it too.

Excitement shone in Euphemia's eyes.

“I understand, Father. Asmond, that stray dog, really needs to be whipped so he can realize who the real ruler is.”

"Finally, and most importantly," the Blood King's voice carried a profound and unfathomable meaning:
"Find a way to get close to that young wizard named Ron Ralph; he possesses the qualities we need..."

The spiraling, twisting light in the bloodshot eyes seemed to be brewing something terrifying:
"If we can turn him into our ally, or rather... servant, then the success rate of the whole plan will be greatly increased."

Upon hearing this, Euphemia felt a subtle unease.

Although my father didn't say it explicitly, the implication was very clear.

"Father, how would you like me to approach him?" she asked cautiously.

The spiral within the bloodshot eye began to slowly rotate again, as if considering how to answer the question:

"You are a beautiful woman, and he is a young man. In crucial moments, women always have some... special advantages."

The implication of this statement was extremely obvious, causing Euphemia to feel an inexplicable sense of resistance.

Although she was indeed a creation of the Blood King, she also possessed her own consciousness and dignity.

Being asked to "conquer" a complete stranger in this way made her feel a subtle sense of humiliation.

But outwardly she maintained an appearance of loyalty:
"I... I understand, Father. But what if he refuses?"

"Then let's use a more direct method."

The Blood King's tone turned dangerous, and his blood-red eyes began to glow with an ominous red light.

"The cursed seal will give you complete control over his mind and body, and its effect is more powerful than any contract."

The spiral in the bloodshot eye began to spin faster:
"Of course, this ability can only be used once, and it requires a complete... process. So you must choose the right time."

Hearing these words, Euphemia became even more agitated.

“I understand, Father,” she finally replied, trying not to show her inner hesitation. “I will find a way to complete the mission.”

"Very good. Remember, this mission is crucial to the success or failure of our entire plan."

The Blood Lord's voice began to fade, and the portal slowly closed.

"Don't let me down, Euphemia. You are my finest creation, and my only... successor."

As these words were spoken, the crimson tentacles retracted into the portal, and the light from the blood-red eyes gradually dimmed.

Only the heavy smell of blood and strange echoes remained in the air.

Euphemia stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance at the abyss, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She knew, of course, the significance of her existence and understood her father's expectations of her.

But the feeling of being used as a tool still stirred up a strange sense of resistance within her.

"Well, let's just take it one step at a time," she muttered to herself, then turned to the blood demons behind her: "Father hasn't given any specific requirements, so I'll figure out how to get into the observation station first."

As an individual with an independent personality, she will naturally carry out her mission in her own way.

As for those unpleasant "special methods," try to avoid using them if possible.

After all, there are many other ways to achieve the same goal.

………………

Meanwhile, deep within the distant, chaotic world of bloodshed, an indescribable terror is brewing.

In a remote corner of this world, stands a palace built of bones and flesh.

Each pillar of the palace was a giant spine, with strips of rotting flesh hanging from it.

The walls are made up of countless human faces pieced together.

These faces, sometimes contorted in agony, sometimes bursting into maniacal laughter with gaping maws, reveal all the extremes of human emotion.

They blink, they breathe, and they mouth things silently, but no one is willing to listen carefully.

Deep within the palace, the Blood King sat alone on his throne.

After nearly an era of uncontrolled power, Aiden's true form had become distorted and terrifying.

His body exhibited a terrifying state somewhere between a human and an abyssal creature.

Most of the skin has peeled off, revealing the writhing blood vessels and muscle tissue underneath.

The left arm was entirely composed of black blood vessels, with countless tiny eyeballs growing on it, each rotating independently.

The most terrifying thing is his face.

His original facial features were now distorted and deformed, his mouth split open to his ears, revealing three rows of sharp teeth.

On his forehead was a huge vertical eye with a spiral-shaped pupil that emitted a disorienting red light.

This is the true face of the "King of Blood," a pathetic being damaged and eroded by forces that do not belong to him, yet still retaining a portion of his consciousness.

On the table in front of him, a crystal spider was crawling.

Its eight legs are attached to human eyeballs, and its whole body is crystal clear.

This is one of Magus's clones, the "Void Spider".

"How's Euphemia's progress?" Magus's voice came from the spider, carrying its distinctive multi-echo effect:
"Will the special mark you implanted in her really have the desired effect?"

Aiden gently stroked the table with his normal right hand:

"Of course. That mark is the culmination of my life's research, a fusion of the highest achievements in bloodline studies, soul studies, and contract magic."

The vertical eye on his forehead turned towards the spider:
“Euphemism is not only my most perfect creation, but also the daughter I raised myself. My care for her far exceeds your imagination.”

“Concern?” Magus’s spider clone crawled slowly across the table, all eight of its eyes fixed on Aiden.

"It should be control, right? The bloodline lock and that special mark you placed on her don't seem like a father's love for his daughter."

Aiden let out a chilling laugh, the sound like fingernails scraping against glass:
“Control is the deepest form of love. This world is full of betrayal and danger. Only under my protection can she find true safety.”

The eyeballs on his left arm began to spin wildly:
"How do you think Cassandra treated Eve? Superficial freedom, but real control. I'm at least honest; I never hid my restraint towards Euphemia."

Magus paused for a moment, seemingly pondering the twisted logic at play:

"But Ron Ralph is more cautious than we expected. What if he doesn't take the bait as you hope?"

“Then let’s use the ‘special gift’ I’ve prepared.”

Aiden's voice became more sinister, and the vertical eye on his forehead began to emit a dangerous red light.

He extended his right hand, and a complex blood-red rune appeared in his palm.

The rune began to slowly rotate, exuding a captivating aura that seemed to seep into one's very bones.

“This is the ultimate insurance I implanted in her bloodline—the ‘Bloodline Curse Mark’.”

Aiden's voice carried a morbid pride:

"When she makes the most intimate contact with the target, this mark will be activated, planting a permanent control seal within the other person."

Magus's eight eyes widened simultaneously: "You mean..."

“That’s right. Through intercourse, she can implant my mark deep into the target’s soul.”

Aiden's laughter grew even more triumphant: "Once I succeed, I will have complete control over the target's will, memories, and even soul."

He paused, and the vertical eye on his forehead turned in an invisible direction:

"This control is two-way. When Euphemia controls Ron, I also indirectly control him through her. Killing two birds with one stone, a perfect design."

His expression grew even more sinister:

“I know Euphemia better than she knows herself. When the crucial moment comes, she will make the right choice.”

"What if she really develops rebellious thoughts?" Magus asked, somewhat bored.

Aiden let out a low growl like a wild beast:
"Then I will personally correct her mistakes. The existence of the bloodline lock ensures that she can never truly betray me. And..."

Blood and tears began to flow from the eyeballs on his left arm:
"I can activate all the marks in her body at any time, making her experience pain that is worse than death."

But I hope that day never comes, because she is my only... masterpiece.

This twisted expression of emotion sent a chill down Magus's spine.

"Regarding Ron's special qualities..." it timely changed the subject: "Do you really believe he has the potential to become the King of the Era?"

Upon hearing this question, Aiden's expression turned serious.

With his normal right hand, he retrieved an ancient book from the pool of blood on the table.

The pages were soaked in blood, but the words on them were still clearly visible.

"These are the research notes left by Selna."

He opened the book and pointed to a passage written in magic ink:
"Here she recorded her observations on the patterns of epochal transitions. Each epochal transition requires a catalyst with special qualities."

Aiden's vertical eyes stared intently at the pages, the spiral within his pupils slowly turning:
"This person not only needs extraordinary talent, but also the will to break the established order. And most importantly..."

He paused for a moment, his voice becoming mysterious:

"He must be able to maintain his humanity while withstanding the erosion of chaos. It is an almost impossible balance."

“And Ron Ralph…” Aiden’s eyes gleamed with greed:
“I can sense traces of the Illusion King’s power on him, which means the other party has already acknowledged this young man. I never doubt that bitch’s insight…”

Aiden's emotions visibly intensified when the King of Illusions was mentioned.

"That damn bitch, she interfered with my progress back then, and then helped that Hector guy..."

The vertical eye on his forehead began to flash violently, and the eyeball on his left arm also began to spin wildly.

“But this time is different.” His eerie body twitched as he struggled to control his rage.
"If I can successfully control him, it will be equivalent to having control over the next era."

Magus's spider clones wove a complex web pattern on the tabletop:

"So, how confident are you about the success rate of this plan?"

Aiden pondered for a moment, then gave a chilling smile:

"At least 70% of the time, Euphemia's beauty and talent are enough to attract young men, and her special abilities are impossible to guard against."

Even if the target becomes aware of the situation, it's difficult to remain rational in that context.

His voice grew even more sinister:

"Furthermore, I have prepared other alternative plans for her."

If gentle methods fail, there are other ways to achieve the same goal.

Her bloodline control ability isn't just effective against abyssal creatures..."

A brief silence fell over the sealed room, with only the distant sound of a heartbeat echoing through the air.

I look forward to your good news.

Magus concluded by saying that the spider clones began to gradually dissipate:

"If this plan succeeds, we will all receive unprecedented rewards."

Aiden sat alone in the secret room, gazing at the distorted, blood-red sky in the distance.

In his plan, this was just the beginning.

The real game will only begin after he gains control of Ron through Euphemia.

He will make all those who once looked down on him pay the price, and let the entire Court of Truth witness the true power of the "false king".

(End of this chapter)