Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 366 Identity Exposed
Its anger was as fiery as a volcanic eruption, but it was quickly replaced by deep concern:

"The other apostles...they won't understand our feelings...if they saw your other half..."

Nari knew the nature of the other apostles too well.

Greedy, ruthless, and viewing everything as a resource to be exploited.

They would never tolerate monopolizing such a special "treasure".

"They'll take you away...they'll hurt you...No, Mommy will never allow that to happen!"

A terrifying pressure began to emanate from Nari, a natural reaction of a born apostle in a fit of rage.

The seawater began to boil violently, and the surrounding reality began to subtly distort.

"Mom has a way to protect you."

Its voice hardened, filled with a mother's determination to fight for her child:
"Chaos storm...Mom can create huge chaos storms..."

Through consciousness sharing, the puppet was able to sense the terrifying power contained within Nari.

That was a forbidden ability capable of invoking primordial chaos, enough to distort the rules of reality in a large area in a short period of time.

"In the storm... apart from Mom and baby... no other being can move or perceive the inside normally... even the Supreme Apostles are severely restricted in their movements, an ability that only a born Apostle like Mom possesses..."

This information made Ron's heart race, even on the fourth floor; it was exactly what he needed!

"There's another aspect..."

The puppet continues to convey Ron's carefully crafted anxieties:
"The main body is worried... if both bodies become stronger at the same time... will the favors given back to the mother be too much... and put a burden on the mother's body..."

This concern touched Nari even more.

Tears began to well up from its enormous eyes, condensing into precious abyssal essence that shimmered in the seawater:
"My baby is so thoughtful! He's even worried about Mommy's health!"

Its voice was full of maternal joy and pride:
"But don't worry, baby. The more blessings you receive, the happier Mommy will be! Mommy is very strong and can handle even more blessings!"

Nari paused for a moment, then his voice became even more excited:

"And...if the favor could be doubled...Mom's mental state would become even more stable!"

That way, mothers can better care for their babies and better protect them from other bad guys!

This extremely naive reaction made Ron unable to help but smile wryly.

Nari's naiveté rendered all his elaborate plans useless, and he unreservedly supported any request from his "child."

"Mom will go prepare it now!"

Nari's voice grew urgent, and his enormous body began to churn on the seabed:

"Baby, tell Mommy where your main body is now? Mommy is coming to pick you up and take you home! We want to be together forever and never be separated!"

………………

Meanwhile, in the reception hall of the abyss observation station, the atmosphere was as tense as the calm before a storm.

Chloe sat in a specially made divination chair, her face, with her eyes covered by black silk, appearing unusually pale under the illumination of the magic crystal lamp.

Before her, the precious divination tools brought from the astrological society were emitting an ominous glow.

The "celestial sphere" floats in mid-air, with the nebula and mist inside churning like living things, sometimes condensing into blurry shapes, and sometimes dispersing like smoke.

The color of the fog was constantly changing.

Sometimes it's a deep purple, sometimes blood red, and occasionally it flashes with a silvery-white light.

But this was not an ordinary divination ceremony.

Faced with such a crucial life-or-death decision, Chloe needs to use the highest level of secret techniques of the astrological society—"Fork in the Fate."

"Professor Utter."

Chloe's voice was as light as a feather, but the seriousness in it silenced the entire room.

"This divination requires your assistance. I need to borrow the stabilizing force field of your ethereal body to resist the backlash that the torrent of fate may bring."

Her fingers gently traced the surface of the "celestial sphere," feeling the ancient power emanating from it.

Yutel's phantom nodded slowly, its expression more solemn than usual.

Silver light began to weave a complex protective network around Chloe.

Each ray of light is as soft as silk, yet contains enough power to withstand most supernatural attacks.

"And...Miss Euphemia..."

Chloe turned to Euphemia, who was standing to the side, her voice clearly showing reluctance:

“I need a drop of your blood as a medium for divination. Since you claim to be involved in the rescue, you must let me know what impact you will have on this operation.”

Euphemia's expression underwent a subtle change.

As a meticulously crafted "masterpiece" by the Blood King, her blood contains too many secrets that cannot be revealed to the light of day.

However, under the current circumstances, refusing this request would be tantamount to incriminating oneself.

But Father has taken some precautions, so everything should be fine...

"of course can."

She maintained an elegant smile as she took out a richly decorated, blood-red dagger from her bosom:

"For the safety of that wizard Ron, this little bit of cooperation is nothing."

The white-haired witch moved swiftly, but a careful observer could notice the slight tremor in her wrist.

The dagger sliced ​​across her fingertips, and a few drops of blood slowly dripped into the crystal container Chloe had prepared.

As soon as the blood touched the bottom of the container, it began to undergo a violent transformation.

The crystal container, which was originally as clear as water, was instantly stained a deep, dark red, a color even deeper and more ominous than the blood itself.

Chloe's "Celestial Sphere" crystal began to tremble violently.

The nebula mist inside was unusually agitated, and suddenly shot out a beam of dark blue light that went straight into the depths of Euphemia's blood.

Upon seeing this, the white-haired witch's face turned deathly pale.

It's going to happen!

A strong sense of foreboding arose in her heart.

Sure enough, as soon as the beam of light entered, strange bubbles immediately began to appear on the surface of the liquid in the container.

Each bursting bubble emitted a faint wail, as if countless tiny souls were struggling within.

The blood began to form intricate patterns in the container.

That was not a random flow, but a symbol with a clear meaning.

Distorted faces, broken crowns, and some indescribable geometric shapes.

"This blood..."

The blind girl's voice was filled with fear; her hands gripped the chair armrests tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
"It contains an imprint of power from an extremely high level... This is not an ordinary bloodline modification... This is..."

Her words suddenly stopped, as if she had witnessed some horrific truth that should not be spoken.

"These are traces of modification that introduced primordial filth."

Yutel's voice was as cold as the north wind in winter, and the silver light around the phantom began to sharpen into blade-like shapes.

"Ayden, the Blood King... that fallen false king... and those who made dirty deals with him..."

A complex mix of emotions flashed in the old professor's eyes—anger, disappointment, and deep sorrow:

"I should have realized that, given that girl's current behavior, she couldn't possibly not have prepared some alternative routes for herself..."

His gaze pierced Euphemia like a sharp sword:

"You are one of those paths, aren't you? Euphemia Pelle, or... should I call you 'Subject 18'?"

This title struck Euphemia's heart like a thunderbolt.

That was her code name in the Blood King's laboratory, the first "name" she was created with, and also the nightmare symbol she least wanted to recall.

The perfect mask she had carefully maintained for so many years completely collapsed at this moment.

"I……"

For the first time, the white-haired witch's voice lost its elegant control, revealing obvious panic and fear:

“I can explain… Yes, I am indeed Father’s… creation… But that doesn’t mean I have any ill will towards Ron!”

Her expression twisted:

“I know you don’t trust me…I know my background raises suspicions…but Ron is truly in danger! My abilities can definitely help him!”

Euphemia's voice began to waver; this was the first time she had shown such a vulnerable side to outsiders.
“I…I just want to prove my worth…I don’t want to be abandoned…” Yutel’s expression didn’t soften in the slightest, and the air around the phantom began to distort, radiating a suffocating pressure:

"Aiden's creation came to my observatory, claiming to 'help' my most valued student?"

The silver light became even sharper, like countless transparent blades floating in the air:

"State your true purpose, Bloodline Puppet. Are you here to conduct some filthy bloodline fusion experiment? Or do you want to steal Ron's research results?"

Just as tensions were about to rise, Chloe's trembling voice broke the standoff:
"Wait...please let me finish the divination first..."

The blind girl's voice carried a strange decisiveness:

"Regardless of her background...we need to know what fateful changes her involvement will bring to Ron...that's more important than arguing about her origins..."

She placed her trembling hands on the "celestial sphere" crystal.

"With the stars as witness...with destiny as the guide...showing the forked paths of the future..."

As the incantation was performed, the nebula inside the "Celestial Sphere" crystal began to surge violently, gradually forming two distinct vortices.

The vortex on the left emitted a steady silver-blue light, and the scene within it was relatively clear:

Ron traveled alone deep into the Forest of Flesh and Blood, engaging in seemingly harmonious communication with a massive abyssal entity.

Although the whole process was fraught with danger, the outcome was positive.

He obtained the necessary materials, returned safely, and his strength had improved to some extent.

But the vortex on the right is much more complicated.

It emits a chaotic, multicolored light, and the scene inside is constantly changing, dazzling and mesmerizing like a kaleidoscope.

In some scenes, the figure of a white-haired woman provides crucial assistance to Ron.

This allowed him to avoid a deadly trap and even gain far more than he expected.

But in other scenes, the same woman becomes the source of chaos.

Her arrival complicated a simple situation, triggering a series of uncontrollable chain reactions.

"The result... is very clear..."

Chloe touched her face, which was covered by black silk, her voice full of exhaustion:
"If Euphemia doesn't get involved... Ron's fate will be relatively stable... He will be able to complete his mission without any major incidents... and gain some benefits..."

She paused, then turned to Euphemia, her voice becoming more serious:
"But if she gets involved... things will become extremely complicated..."

Chloe didn't finish her sentence, but everyone present could read the answer from her expression.

When Euphemia heard this result, all hope in her eyes vanished instantly.

She originally thought her value was irreplaceable, but now she finds herself more like a simple variable.

"Okay, you can leave now."

Yutel waved his hand, as if shooing away annoying flies.

"and many more……"

Chloe spoke again, her voice carrying a new discovery:

"The divination also revealed other information... Euphemia does indeed possess some special abilities... capable of interfering with certain apostles in the fifth layer of the abyss..."

Her fingers gently traced the surface of the "celestial sphere," sensing the complex flow of information emanating from it:

"Especially Grand Duchess Asmond of Blood and Tears... her bloodline source can exert a certain coercive influence on her..."

Other apostles want to interfere with Ron's actions... but she can also provide effective restraint..."

This additional information put Yutel in a dilemma.

From a purely rational perspective, having an extra usable piece does have its value, especially when facing the complex power dynamics of the Abyss.

"Then let's exchange conditions."

Yutel ultimately made the difficult decision:
“If you really want to participate, I can give you the opportunity, but you must accept my monitoring of the Void Imprint.”

The silver light began to coalesce into a complex runic structure, containing the will and power of the great wizard:

"This mark will monitor your behavior and intentions in real time."

Any action detrimental to Ron will be immediately detected by me and subject to direct punishment from the power of the Void.

Euphemia looked at the rune that shimmered with a majestic light, knowing that this was her only chance.

Although accepting the mark means completely exposing all one's actions, it's better than being completely excluded.

"I accept."

Her voice regained its firmness, carrying a do-or-die determination:
“But I have one condition. If I succeed in helping Ron, you must offer me a position at the observatory…”

This request surprised Yutel somewhat.

A creation of the Blood King, seeking official status at the Abyss Observatory?
This idea itself is full of irony.

"If you can truly prove your worth..."

Yutel pondered for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement:
“I can consider giving you a temporary status, but a formal position… that requires more documentation.”

The process of integrating the ethereal imprint is accompanied by intense mental turmoil.

As the silver runes sank into the depths of Euphemia's consciousness, she felt an unprecedented sense of constraint.

It's not physical, but a deeper level of willpower constraint.

"Now, you can set off."

Yutel's tone returned to its businesslike tone, full of warning:
"Remember, your task is to assist and protect, not to lead. Ron's safety is the absolute top priority."

He paused, his silver eyes fixed on Euphemia like sharp blades:

"If I discover that you have any intention of using this opportunity to harm him, or to carry out other covert missions..."

The air around the phantom began to tremble violently, emanating a terrifying pressure capable of driving an ordinary person to the brink of insanity.
"I will show you what pain is more terrible than death."

………………

Deep within the Forest of Flesh and Blood, when Ron returned from his consciousness link with the puppet, he already had a clear plan for the upcoming meeting.

Nari has been completely convinced and is moving at full speed toward the fourth level.

According to the information it conveys, it will take a maximum of six hours to reach the rendezvous point.

Everything was proceeding smoothly according to his plan.

"The cover of the chaotic storm, the protection of the born apostles, and the substitute puppet as an emotional bond..."

Ron mentally rehearsed the steps of the operation, each step meticulously calculated:

"As long as a relationship of trust can be successfully established, the subsequent renovation work can be carried out in a relatively safe environment."

He took out the magic amplification crystal from his storage bag and felt the powerful energy contained within it.

But just as he was focused on the details of the plan, his keen senses detected unusual energy fluctuations coming from afar.

That wasn't the aura of a native abyss creature, but rather something far more complex.

It was the core of human magic, but it contained distinct abyssal qualities, as well as some ancient powers that he could not immediately discern.

"Someone is approaching..."

Ron immediately went on alert and activated "Supernatural Detection" to observe the distance.

Through the distorted forest of organs, he saw a figure that surprised him.

Long white hair swayed like silver threads in the eerie light of the flesh forest.

Her elegant demeanor, maintained even in such harsh conditions, made her identity immediately apparent.

"Euphemism Pelle..."

Ron narrowed his eyes, his mind racing through all the information he had about his competitor:
"A genius of the Blood Moon Clan, the third seat in the Nova Project, possessing the rare talent of bloodline domination... but why is she here?"

According to previous divination, a dangerous woman will indeed be involved in this incident.

He originally thought it referred to a female apostle from the abyss, but it turned out to be a competitor of the same age in the Nova Project.

"It seems the situation has become more complicated..."

Ron, of course, did not show himself, but chose to continue observing Euphemia's intentions.

In the dangerous environment of the abyss, any rash decision could have disastrous consequences.

Meanwhile, in the distance, Euphemia seemed to have also sensed something, albeit a faint, lingering observation.

Her steps became more cautious, and the blood demons following behind her also went on high alert.

(End of this chapter)