Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 367 The storm is coming
Deep within the forest of flesh and blood.

Ron stood quietly behind a huge "heart tree," whose heart, as large as a house, was beating slowly and powerfully.

With each contraction, a thick, blood-red liquid seeps out from the dense pores on its surface.

These liquids condensed into tiny blood droplets in the air, emitting an eerie, crisp sound like wind chimes.

He activated "superhuman recognition," observing the approaching white-haired figure under a special perspective.

Through that beautiful exterior, Euphemia's true structure was displayed before him as clearly as an anatomical diagram.

The white-haired witch's bloodline structure is extremely complex.

Ron could see three distinct forces circulating within her veins:
Her pure human bloodline radiated a white light, which was the foundation of her original body;

Her deep red vampire traits, as fiery as magma, endowed her with powerful vitality and regenerative abilities;

Most disturbing of all is the third force, a deep, abyss-like black energy that snakes along the walls of the blood vessels, emanating a nauseating, putrid stench.

This is an amazing "work of art".

“Triple bloodline fusion…” Ron analyzed in his mind:

"Even the most skilled bloodline modifiers would find it difficult to achieve such a perfect balance in this level of modification."

Ron quickly noticed the more important details.

Euphemia had a barely visible silver mark on her neck.

The mark emitted familiar ethereal energy fluctuations, which were precisely the characteristics of Yutel's power.

"The professor's monitoring runes... it seems the observatory has already discovered her true identity."

Just then, the rune stone at his waist suddenly felt warm.

Ron had an idea and immediately initiated emergency contact with Yutel.

The old professor's voice rang in his mind, carrying a clear sense of urgency and warning:
“Ron, that woman is not simple. She is Aiden’s experimental subject, codenamed ‘Number 18’. Her purpose is likely to subject you to some kind of bloodline erosion or consciousness control.”

Yutel's voice was filled with deep disgust:
"I have already left a surveillance mark on her, but the structure of the curse mark inside her body is extremely complex. She also wants to obtain a position at the observation station here, which may also be to make it easier to get close to you."

You must be extremely careful and absolutely prevent her from having any opportunity for intimate contact.

“Furthermore,” the old professor’s tone became more serious:

"She is likely undertaking other tasks as well."

Based on my speculation, the recent unusual behavior of Grand Duke Asmond of Blood and Tears is also related to the appearance of this woman.

After the contact was lost, Ron had a clearer understanding of the current situation.

A "weapon" meticulously crafted by the Blood King, specifically designed to deal with him.

But this also means that the other party could also become a pawn in his hands.

Just as he was pondering a solution, a deep, unsettling rumble suddenly came from afar.

The sound was like the roar of an ancient behemoth, carrying a primal and violent power that caused the entire Flesh Forest to tremble.

The concentration of magic in the air began to rise sharply, making the already distorted structure of reality even more unstable.

"Nari has begun his operation..."

Through his mental link with the stand-in puppet, Ron was able to clearly sense the ancient monster's emotional state.

At this moment, Nari was in an unprecedented state of excitement, like a mother who was about to see her child return from afar.

But this way of expressing "motherly love" is enough to create a chaotic storm that can destroy an area of ​​hundreds of miles around.

Rumbling--

The sky above the fourth level of the abyss began to change drastically.

The deep purple sky was suddenly torn open with countless cracks, from which a large amount of chaotic matter poured out.

These substances have no fixed form; sometimes they flow like liquids, sometimes they drift like gases, and occasionally they condense into various indescribable and bizarre shapes.

The eye of the storm is approaching the Forest of Flesh and Blood, and in its wake, even the abyss's own distorted rules are being further twisted.

Some of the fleshy trees began to melt into a viscous liquid, while others suddenly burst into blinding light, burning like miniature suns.

Even more frightening is that the concepts of time and space become blurred under the influence of the storm.

Ron saw a tree in the distance simultaneously in three different time states: growing, maturing, and decaying, like a bizarre triple-exposure image.

"The Chaos Control Ability of a Born Apostle..."

As he marveled at this power that transcended comprehension, he began to prepare for what to do.

Although Nari created the storm to protect him, Chaos itself does not distinguish between friend and foe.

In such an environment, even the manufacturers themselves need to be extra careful.

Ron took out the "Abyss Adaptation Potion" that he had prepared beforehand from his storage bag.

This is a special potion he formulated based on the characteristics of the bacterial strain's bloodline, combined with the otherworldly technology provided by Cassandra.

It can significantly improve adaptability to chaotic environments in a short period of time.

The dark blue potion produced a peculiar effect immediately upon entering the mouth.

Ron felt his senses become sharper, and he also felt a certain "affinity" for the chaotic energy fluctuations around him.

It was a wonderful feeling, like going from noise to music, from chaos to some higher level of order.

Just as he finished his preparations, Euphemia also sensed the approaching storm.

The white-haired witch's expression turned serious; she clearly recognized the danger of this phenomenon.

“Chaotic storm…” Her voice sounded particularly weak amidst the roar of the storm:

"A distortion of this scale... only beings at the Apostle level could create it..."

The blood demons following behind her began to show obvious unease.

These abyssal creatures, which are extremely ferocious in ordinary environments, appear unusually vulnerable in the face of such a massive release of chaos.

They instinctively gathered around Euphemia, seeking the protection of their bloodline master.

"Damn it..." Euphemia gritted her teeth and began taking out various protective items from her storage bag:

"In this situation, I am simply unable to effectively protect these blood demons... They will only become a burden..."

A cold, decisive glint flashed in her eyes, and she immediately gave orders to the weakest blood demons:

"You, leave me immediately."

The blood demons roared in resentment, but under the coercive force of their bloodline, they could only reluctantly leave their master.

The reason she didn't let them devour each other was that there simply wasn't enough time for them to complete their mutual devouring and evolution; she had brought a full seven or eight blood demons with her.

Euphemia knew that their chances of survival in the Chaos Storm were almost zero.

Only the two strongest Blood Demons were spared, as they possessed purer abyssal bloodlines and might be able to withstand the storm for longer.

“This damn place…” Euphemia cursed under her breath, “The depth should be sufficient.”

She stopped and took out a blood-red crystal ball from her bosom. Inside the crystal ball flowed a dark red liquid that seemed to be alive; it was a secret treasure used to track the aura of specific bloodlines.

“Strange…” Euphemia frowned, and the liquid inside the crystal ball began to churn violently:
"The target's presence is so clear, but why do I still have this feeling of being watched?"

Her intuition was not wrong.

A cold voice sounded from behind her:

"Surveillance? No, it should be called assessment. I'm assessing your actual value."

Euphemia's body stiffened instantly; the pressure contained in that voice far exceeded that of anything she had ever encountered.

“You are…” She slowly turned around, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Ron emerged from the shadows, his deep eyes gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Under his gaze, Euphemia felt like a specimen on an autopsy table, every cell exposed to his observation.

“Ron Ralph,” he introduced himself simply.

Upon hearing this name, Euphemia instinctively wanted to activate her bloodline control ability.

But to her shock, this talent, which had always been invincible, was completely ineffective against the other party.

"No need to waste your energy, 'Subject 18'."

Ron's voice remained calm, but the address cut through her carefully maintained facade like a sharp blade:
"Your bloodline control has no effect on me. In fact, I know far more about you than you realize."

"How...how do you know this code name?" Euphemia's voice began to tremble.

Overwhelmed by fear, Euphemia did not consider the possibility that her information had already been revealed to the other party by Yutel.

Ron did not answer her question, but instead walked slowly forward, each step making the white-haired witch feel an even stronger sense of oppression.

His eyes gleamed with a ghostly blue light, a phenomenon resulting from his long-term cultivation of "The Star Eater's Whispers".

“Let me guess what task Aiden gave you.” Ron’s tone was as if he were analyzing experimental data:
"Approach me through various means, and then activate the curse mark within my body at a crucial moment to exert some form of mental control or corruption on me."

He stopped, only five steps away from Euphemia:

"Am I right? Or do you have some other, more creative plans?"

As he spoke, he began to slowly release the magic he had been suppressing for so long.

That was a terrifying power that had been accumulated and compressed over time through the characteristics of the "Projection of Stars" meditation method.

The energy of the stars surged from his body like a cascading galaxy, instantly causing the entire forest of flesh and blood to tremble.

The surrounding "heart tree" began to throb violently, and its vascular branches twisted wildly like a group of frightened snakes.

The concentration of magic in the air rose sharply, forming visible distorted ripples.

Euphemia felt this terrifying pressure, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The two blood demons behind her lay prostrate on the ground, trembling and groaning.

"This level of magical power..." she thought in horror.

"More powerful than many Moon-level wizards... Just what kind of monster is he?"

The mark of Yutel on her neck began to heat up, a warning from the power of the Void to not act rashly.

The vast difference in strength, coupled with the constraints of the monitoring runes, completely extinguished her thoughts of using coercive methods.

“Now we can communicate normally.” Ron withdrew most of his magic, but still maintained a sufficient level of intimidation:
“I have a proposal, a deal that would benefit both of us.”

Euphemia struggled to steady her trembling voice: "What...what deal?"

“It’s simple.” Ron’s expression became calm, as if the threat from before had never happened.
"Go to the fifth floor and cause trouble for Grand Duke Asmond of Blood and Tears, and while you're at it, help me draw the attention of the other apostles."

He paused for a moment, his voice becoming even more alluring:

"In exchange, I can put in a good word for you with Professor Yutel afterward to help you get a formal position at the observatory."

Given your current situation, this should be a good choice.

This suggestion surprised Euphemia.

She had expected to be questioned or attacked, but to her surprise, the other party proposed a seemingly win-win deal.

"Why...why did you do this?" she couldn't help but ask. "With your strength, you could have easily taken care of me..."

“Because you have value.” Ron’s answer was concise and direct:
"Dead pieces are useless, but living pieces can play a greater role."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes:
"Of course, the premise is that you are smart enough to know what you should do and what you shouldn't do."

Euphemia quickly weighed the pros and cons in her mind.

The man before her was more powerful than she had expected, and a direct confrontation was clearly not a wise choice.

"If I agree, can you guarantee you'll keep your promise?" she asked tentatively.

“I never break a promise that is worthwhile,” Ron replied calmly. “But if you try to play any tricks…”

He didn't finish speaking, but the invisible threat was more persuasive than any words.

Euphemia took a deep breath and finally nodded in agreement: "I understand. When do we begin?"

“Right now.” Ron’s answer was concise and direct:
"Before the other apostles notice anything amiss, immediately head to the fifth level. Remember, your mission is to create chaos, not to show off your strength."

Just as Euphemia was about to turn and leave, a deep, unsettling rumble came from afar once again.

The concentration of magic in the air began to rise sharply, making the already distorted structure of reality even more unstable.

Suddenly, countless cracks were torn open in the sky above the fourth layer of the abyss, and chaotic matter poured out like a waterfall.

These substances have no fixed form; sometimes they flow like liquids, sometimes they drift like gases, and sometimes they condense into various indescribable and bizarre shapes.

“The edge of the chaotic storm is already approaching…” Euphemia’s face grew even paler.

The two blood demons behind her began to show obvious unease.

It seems we need to further streamline it...

"You shall kill each other." Euphemia gave the Blood Demon a cruel order: "The victors shall devour the losers and evolve."

Under the coercive force of their bloodline domination, the Blood Demons had no choice but to fight each other to the death.

Ron observed this scene with a cold eye, and his opinion of Euphemia rose even higher.

“A wise choice.” He nodded in approval: “In a chaotic storm, quantity is meaningless; only quality can determine life and death.”

The battle between the two blood demons was extremely fierce, and it ended quickly, with the larger one ultimately emerging victorious.

The victor immediately begins to devour the flesh and blood of the vanquished, and its body undergoes significant changes in the process.

His originally deep red skin became even more intense, and his muscles became firmer.

Most importantly, the oppressive aura it exuded reached the critical point of the Morning Star level.

“My business is finished.” Euphemia nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Ron:
"What should we do now? The storm is about to hit here."

“Follow me.” Ron started moving in a certain direction: “I know a relatively safe path.”

(End of this chapter)