Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 371 Blood Bride
Euphemia's heart tightened, but she remained outwardly calm:

"Yes, Father. In order to successfully approach the target, I have to temporarily accept the observation station's monitoring."

"madness!"

Aiden's anger erupted like a volcano, and the entire territory trembled under its fury.

In the distant Garden of Sorrow, the blood-tear flowers withered under the terrifying pressure.
"How could you allow that rotten old thing to leave its mark on you? That's a contamination of the purity of your bloodline!"

The blood-red tentacles began to writhe wildly, unleashing terrifying energy powerful enough to tear space apart:
"I must remove this damn mark immediately! Remove it completely!"

"Wait! Father! Please calm down and let me explain!"

Euphemia quickly stopped her, her voice filled with urgency:

"The existence of this mark is actually beneficial to our plan! Really!"

“Advantageous?” Aiden’s voice was full of doubt. “Give me a reason not to eliminate it immediately!”

Euphemia took a deep breath and began to utilize the survival skills she had learned since childhood—how to find a glimmer of hope amidst Aiden's rage:
“Think about it, Father…” Her tone became sincere:
“If I didn’t have any surveillance on me, given Yutel’s suspicious to the point of paranoia, he would never let me get close to Ron. He would eliminate me as a threat.”

She observed Aiden's reaction:
“But things are different now. He thinks he can completely control my actions through this mark.”

This will lower his guard and give me a better opportunity to approach him.

Aiden's anger subsided slightly, and the spiral in his vertical eye slowed its rotation.

His remaining rationality began to analyze his daughter's words.

“Go on…” His tone was still dangerous, but at least it was no longer purely murderous.

“And, Father…” Euphemia continued, her voice tinged with just the right amount of excitement:
“Through this ‘cooperation,’ I have obtained a formal position at the observatory! This means I can stay by Ron’s side for a long time and have ample time to slowly execute the plan!”

This statement made Aiden think.

From a strategic perspective, long-term covert operations are indeed more effective than short-term surprise attacks.

Moreover, given Yutel's cautious nature, he certainly wouldn't allow people of dubious origin to move around freely without sufficient means of control.

What you said... makes some sense...

The Blood King's tone softened, but remained warning:
"But the existence of that mark still makes me extremely uncomfortable... It can restrict some of your actions, and might even expose our plans at crucial moments..."

"Father, please rest assured."

Euphemia quickly tried to comfort her, while inwardly thankful that the other person's foolishness remained unchanged:

“I have found a way to circumvent surveillance. By utilizing the characteristics of the imprint itself, I can shield it from detection at certain crucial moments.”

Her words actually contained a great deal of information manipulation and logical traps.

But for Aiden, whose reason had been eroded, these seemingly plausible reasons were quite convincing.

"All right……"

Aiden finally made a decision:

"Leave that mark for now. But remember, once the mission is complete, I will remove it completely. I will not allow any external force to remain on my daughter for long."

“I completely understand, Father.”

Upon hearing this decision, Euphemia breathed a long sigh of relief.

If the Blood King removes Yutel's mark now, she will truly have nowhere to retreat.

"Now, let me prepare some extra help for you..."

Aiden began to mobilize deeper powers, and several smaller branches split off from the ends of his blood tentacles:

"Since you're going to be carrying out a mission in that dangerous environment, you'll need a sufficiently strong bodyguard..."

Four humanoid figures emerged from the tentacles. They all had perfect female appearances, but their skin was an unnatural pale white.

They have no personal feelings whatsoever, only absolute obedience to the creator.

This is Aiden's masterpiece – the "Blood Bride," each a high-grade bloodline creation made from carefully selected materials.

"Let them prove their worth..."

Aiden's voice held a cruel expectation: "Only the strongest is worthy to be your guard..."

Upon receiving the order, the four Blood Brides immediately went into battle.

Their fighting style is completely different from that of ordinary vampires.

There was no rage, no roar, not even any unnecessary movements.

Every strike was precise and deadly, every dodge was perfectly timed.

Like four sophisticated killing machines, performing a beautiful yet cruel dance of death.

The battle was exceptionally fierce, yet also exceptionally quiet.

The only sounds were the slicing of flesh by claws and the dripping of blood onto the ground.

In the end, a blood-red bride with long, deep red hair emerged victorious.

She immediately began to devour the flesh and abilities of the defeated, and her body underwent significant enhancement in the process.

Her already perfect figure became even more graceful, and her skin radiated a pearly glow.

Most importantly, her strength has reached the edge of the Moon-level.

"Take this and complete the final evolution."

Following Aiden's instructions, Euphemia took out a small portion of the blood dew and threw it to the evolved Blood Bride.

The blood dew melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and the aura of the Blood Bride instantly surpassed the limits of the Morning Star level.

Her beauty became even more captivating; a single glance from her could instantly make an ordinary person fall for her.

But beneath this beauty lies a pure killing instinct.

“From now on, you will be called ‘Blood Rose’.” Euphemia named her new subordinate:

"You will be my most precious partner and my most reliable protector."

Blood Rose bowed gracefully, her voice like heavenly music:

"Blood Rose swears to serve her master to the death and will fight for your glory."

Just then, an unusual energy fluctuation suddenly came from afar.

Although Aiden's existence was merely a projection, the oppressive aura he exuded still alarmed the other apostles.

"Mad Bite" Mogroon and "Nightmare Queen" Selena almost simultaneously dispatched their subordinates to investigate the situation.

"It seems our little gathering has stirred up some old fogies..."

Aiden's tone was laced with disdain:

"But this is good, it lets those old fogies know that I'm still alive and have enough power to protect my interests..."

The blood tentacles began to contract, preparing to sever the connection:

"The time is almost up, my daughter... Remember your mission, and remember who you are... Don't let me down..."

"I will never let you down, Father."

As the Blood King's consciousness withdrew, the crimson portal gradually dissipated.

The crimson palace fell silent once more, with only bloodstains and bones scattered on the ground telling the story of the tragedy that had just occurred.

Asmond struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with awe as he looked at Euphemia.

The curse made it impossible for him to even entertain the thought of resistance.

"Lady Euphemia..."

The Blood and Tears Duke's voice became humble, completely devoid of its previous arrogance:
"Do you have any other instructions? I will carry out any order you give me unconditionally..."

"Use your special passage to send me back to the third floor."

Euphemia issued the instructions concisely, while simultaneously considering the next steps in her mind:

"Then begin rebuilding your territory."

With so many vampires lost, the other apostles will definitely notice something amiss. You need to restore some of your strength before they take action.

“Yes, sir.” Asmond nodded respectfully. As they began to move towards the exit, Euphemia was filled with complex emotions.

On one hand, she successfully completed the task assigned by Ron, creating enough chaos to cover up the enemy's actions.

On the other hand, she also deeply realized her position in her father's eyes once again.

It will always just be a tool, a "work" that can be modified or discarded at any time.

"Ron..."

She silently repeated the name in her heart, recalling the other person's profound wisdom beyond his years.

Those eyes held no trace of Aiden's controlling nature, nor the greed or fear of others, only a pure...assessment.

It's like evaluating the value of a tool, but at least that evaluation is rational and free from personal emotional bias.

"Maybe……"

As she gazed at the road ahead leading to an unknown fate, a faint glimmer of hope welled up within her:

"Maybe this time, I can really find my own path... instead of living in the shadows forever..."

But in any case, all she can do now is move forward, toward that uncertain future, toward that freedom that may exist.

Behind her, the chaos on the fifth floor continued to escalate.

Mad Bite and Nightmare Queen were completely drawn to the higher level of power in this area.

Once they confirmed that the aura on this side had dissipated, they rushed to the other side, and by then everything was almost over...

At the boundary between the fifth and fourth levels, the chaotic storm created by Nari was still raging.

………………

In the heart of the chaotic storm, within the stable space carefully crafted by Nari, the fundamental laws of reality have returned to an orderly state.

Ron stood in the center of a circular platform made of purified chaotic energy, with all the materials needed for this transformation laid out in front of him.

The magic amplification crystal emitted an alluring, multicolored light, with energy bands flowing slowly within it like a galaxy.

The Soul Steel Block has a mesmerizing silver-gray hue, and the occasional runes flashing on its surface hint at the immense potential it contains.

Then there's the core substitute puppet...

After months of nurturing, the puppet has undergone amazing changes.

The originally rigid wooden exterior became as soft as skin, and energy channels resembling blood vessels even began to appear inside.

“My darling…” Nari’s voice was filled with reluctance:

Is it leaving its mother?

“No, it won’t leave,” Ron replied gently.

"It's just changing its form; the connection between us will become even stronger."

To achieve the best results, it is necessary to control more than a dozen different variables such as temperature, pressure, and energy flow simultaneously.

Any loss of control over any parameter can lead to a decline in the final product's quality.

"Mom, I need more precise environmental control."

Ron's voice was focused and serious: "The temperature needs to rise at a rate of 0.3 degrees per minute over the next twenty minutes."

"No problem, my child."

Nari immediately began adjusting the energy distribution within the space:
"Mom will make sure that every detail is perfect."

Having achieved mental stability, the born apostle fully demonstrated his precise control over chaos at this moment.

The temperature inside the space began to change precisely as Ron had requested, with an error of no more than 0.01 degrees.

This level of environmental control is difficult to achieve even in the most advanced alchemical laboratories.

"The accumulation that began during my apprenticeship... is finally bearing fruit today..."

Ron gently stroked the precious materials, a sense of indescribable satisfaction welling up inside him:
"Every skill breakthrough, every theoretical verification, and every material acquired is all for the sake of this moment of harvest."

He recalled those nights at the Black Mist School, studying ancient texts alone in the library, and experimenting with the properties of Soul Steel in the laboratory.

At that time, he was conceiving the idea of ​​creating an ultimate weapon that perfectly met his needs.

It is not a simple enchanted equipment, but a living creation with the ability to evolve on its own.

"let's start."

Nari's voice echoed deep within my consciousness, carrying a motherly encouragement:

"Mom has already adjusted all the environmental parameters for you. Temperature, humidity, magic concentration, and even the flow of time have been optimized to be the most suitable for precise operation."

The chaotic energy within the space is precisely distributed to different regions, forming a perfect gradient distribution.

The energy density at each point is calculated to ensure that every step of the fusion process is optimally supported.

Ron took a deep breath and activated "The Star Eater's Whispers" to enter a state of deep concentration.

The power of the stars surged into his body like a tide, making his mind exceptionally clear and his senses exceptionally sharp.

"The first step is the pretreatment of the soul steel."

He took out the precious silver-gray metal and began to use advanced alchemical techniques to perform preliminary modifications.

Soul steel has extremely complex properties. It not only has extremely high magical conductivity, but more importantly, it can resonate with life force.

However, this resonance needs to be guided and controlled through a sophisticated network of runes.

Ron activated the "Extraordinary Creativity" feature, observing the internal structure of the Soul Steel under a special perception state.

In that perspective, metal is no longer a rigid substance, but a vibrant network of energy.

Countless tiny energy nodes twinkled like stars, and the connecting lines between them formed a complex three-dimensional pattern.

"We've found... the core frequency of resonance."

He began to use his mental power to guide the rearrangement of the energy within the Soul Steel.

This is not an overbearing coercion, but a skillful process of persuasion.

Make the metal "understand" your intentions and actively cooperate with the transformation.

As the guidance deepened, subtle changes began to appear on the surface of the Soul Steel.

The originally smooth surface now displays intricate patterns, which are the natural result of adjustments to the internal structure of the metal.

"The second step is to incorporate Soul Steel, which is one of the essential main materials for a magic sword."

"The properties of Soul Steel are memory and adaptation... It needs to resonate with the puppet's existing structure..."

He took out the precious silver-gray metal.

Guided by spiritual power, the soul steel began to slowly melt, flowing like mercury and permeating into every part of the puppet.

This process is fraught with uncertainty.

Soul Steel possesses its own consciousness; it will instinctively choose the most suitable fusion method.

All Ron can do is provide guidance, not enforce control.

"Let me see what you choose..."

Under his gaze, the soul steel began to form a complex network structure within the puppet's body.

Most remarkably, the Soulsteel seemed to "remember" all the traits the puppet acquired under Nari's care:
The control of sound waves by the heart of an echo whale;

The perception of time bestowed by the tender shoots of the Time Vine;

The consciousness manipulation contained within the dream crystal...

All these abilities were completely preserved by the Soul Steel during the fusion and perfectly integrated with the new structure.

"Incredible... This level of integration far exceeds my expectations..."

As Ron sensed the complex feedback from the puppet, a researcher's unique excitement welled up within him:
"The Soul Steel not only retains its original properties, but also generates new possibilities during the fusion process..."

(End of this chapter)