Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 387 Hope for Recovery

When this topic was brought up, Eve's expression immediately became lively.

"It's so much better! Mentor, you can't imagine what this change means for me!"

She stood up and walked briskly around the room, demonstrating her good health:
"More than a year ago, even in the most secure magical isolation environment, I would still feel that tearing pain continuously."

Every breath felt like swallowing burning embers, every heartbeat unleashed new torment.

Her voice began to tremble, not from pain, but from excitement:
"But now... now, in the low-magic environment around the building, I can live like a normal person!"

Eve turned to face Ron, her amethyst eyes brimming with tears:

"Although I am still unable to meditate, any attempt to mobilize magic will trigger intense pain."

But simply being able to live a normal life is already a miracle I've never dared to hope for in the past fourteen years!

Ron felt a mix of emotions.

He began to understand why Eve had developed such a strong dependence on him.

For someone who has been tormented by illness since childhood, any small relief is a precious gift.

"And all of this is because of your kindness..."

Eve sat down again, her gaze becoming unusually focused, almost burning:

"I can clearly feel that whenever I exchange knowledge with you, that pure grace flows within me, neutralizing some of the erosion from the demonic attack."

She reached out her slender hand and gently touched her chest:
"Sometimes I can even see your grace forming a pale golden light network within my body, gradually dispelling those chaotic black energies..."

"but……"

Eve's expression suddenly darkened:
"This improvement is still too limited. I still can't truly cultivate, and I can't break through to become a formal wizard. And if... if one day you no longer need me..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already quite clear.

Once she loses Ron's continued support, her condition is likely to deteriorate again.

This perception made her attachment even stronger and more pathological.

"Eve."

Ron's voice turned serious:
“I think you need to understand one thing. I’m helping you not out of pity or obligation, but because I believe you have enough value.”

These words rekindled the flame of hope in Eve's eyes.

"Your wisdom, your knowledge, and your unique insights into things—these are your intrinsic value. Even with your royal lineage, you remain a genius worthy of respect."

Hearing these encouraging words, Eve lowered her head slightly, not wanting the other person to see her expression.

A feeling of gratitude, comfort, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up within her.

But at its deepest level is a possessiveness that borders on greed.

She needed to make sure that the person who could save her would never leave her.

"Thank you for saying that, mentor."

Her voice became extremely gentle, but a certain determination lurked deep within her eyes:

"I will strive to make myself more valuable and more worthy of your attention and help."

To ease the awkward atmosphere, Ron changed the subject:
"Speaking of research, I came here mainly to ask you about some advanced applications of mental diversion techniques."

Eve felt somewhat excited upon hearing this topic.

That feeling of being needed can obviously make up for the disappointment just now to some extent:

"Of course! I have indeed made some new breakthroughs in this area recently."

The black-haired princess immediately led him to an exquisite bookshelf in the corner of the room:
"The basic diversion techniques I taught you before mainly allow you to easily switch your mental energy between different tasks."

However, truly advanced applications require the parallel processing and mutual enhancement of mental energy.

Eve took a thick notebook from the bookshelf, and her demeanor became professional and confident again.

She pointed to a complex diagram of the flow of mental energy in the notebook:

"Traditional diversion techniques simply allow mental energy to switch between different goals, much like water flows between different pipes."

But I discovered that, if constructed properly, mental energy can actually operate in multiple circuits simultaneously, forming a mutually beneficial network.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the chart, each touch causing the corresponding line to light up:

"The key to this technology lies in establishing 'resonance nodes' of spiritual power."

When two or more spiritual energies resonate at a specific frequency, their effectiveness increases exponentially.

Ron carefully observed these theoretical diagrams, and a sense of amazement welled up within him.

Eve's research level had reached a point that even surprised him.

"Is this multiple resonance... the 'composite spell circuit' that a Moon-level wizard needs to master?"

He asked, a keen interest in his eyes.

"Exactly!"

Eve's voice carried an undisguised pride:
"One of the hallmarks of the Moon-level is the ability to maintain the stable operation of multiple spell circuits simultaneously."

She turned to another page, revealing more complex technical details:
"Once you have mastered a sufficiently advanced splitting technique, you can use your remaining mental energy to perform other auxiliary operations while casting your main spells."

The black-haired girl walked to a round table in the center of the room and began to clean the surface:
"Advanced training in mental diversion requires direct conscious contact."

I need to use my mental power to guide you, so that you can personally experience how that composite circuit works.

She turned to look at Ron, her eyes flashing with an indescribable emotion:
“During this training process, our consciousness will merge to a considerable extent, and we may have some unique experiences… Instructor, I wonder if you would mind…”

If it's just the outer layer of mental energy contact...

“I don’t mind.” After a brief moment of thought, Ron chose to accept.
"Then let's get started."

Upon hearing this answer, Eve's face broke into a bright smile.

That pure joy was like sunlight suddenly shining through the gloom.

"Please sit across from me."

She sat down on one side of the round table and gestured for Ron to sit opposite her:

"Place your hands on the table, palms up."

After Ron sat down as instructed, Eve also placed her hands on the table.

Her hands were small, her skin was so white it was almost translucent, her fingers were slender, and her nails were pink.

"First, relax your mental defenses and allow my consciousness to touch the outer layer of your mind. Rest assured, this is only an outer touch."

Her voice became soft and focused.

As Ron gradually relaxed his mental defenses, he immediately felt a gentle yet firm consciousness touching the boundaries of his mind.

That was Eve's spiritual power, with a unique, clear, amethyst-like quality.

At the same time, their hands gently touched.

Eve's palm trembled slightly; the touch was as smooth as silk, yet icy cold.

"Very good... Now I will begin to guide your spiritual energy to be channeled..."

As she spoke, Ron felt his consciousness being gently enveloped and constantly guided.

Under her guidance, Ron's mental energy began to flow simultaneously in multiple different circuits.

This feeling is incredibly strange, like the brain suddenly gaining multiple independent processors, capable of performing completely different thinking tasks simultaneously.

"Feel it?"

Eve's voice resounded directly in his consciousness, carrying a dreamlike, ethereal quality:
"This is true mental diversion—not a simple switching, but true parallel processing."

Under her guidance, Ron gradually mastered the complete dual-flow technique, instead of the simple switching he had previously figured out on his own.

Previously, whenever he manipulated his stand-in puppet, his real body was actually unable to perform any precise operations.

"Your speed of progress truly amazes me..."

Eve felt a sense of approval:
"This is a skill that most people need months to master, but you, mentor, mastered it in just a few hours."

As the training progressed, the mental connection between the two became increasingly strong.

Ron could sense the complex emotions deep within Eve's heart.

Gratitude, attachment, and something deeper.

It's not just simple liking or admiration, but a more primal and instinctive dependence, like a drowning person's obsession with a lifebuoy.

Through this deep spiritual connection, he gradually came to understand Eve's inner fears.

It was the fear of being abandoned, the fear of falling back into darkness, the fear of losing the only hope.

This fear was so intense that it almost distorted her already flawed personality.

[Super Magic Skill (Beginner) Experience +1] [Breakthrough! Super Magic Skill (Beginner 50/50) → Super Magic Skill (Proficient 1/100)]

The additional feature "parallelism" has been acquired.

[Parallelism: Gain the ability to perform multitasking and has basic spell combo abilities]

The prompt on the transparent panel delighted Ron.

This breakthrough came at just the right time.

In addition, mastering the divergence of consciousness brings additional benefits.

He could feel that his mental blast skill had also been significantly improved during this breakthrough.

[Mental Blast (Proficient) Experience Points +3]

[Current Progress: Mental Blast (Proficiency 84/100)]

Multi-threaded thinking allows him to more precisely control the output mode of his mental energy, and this improved control precision is directly reflected in his combat skills.

"tutor?"

Eve noticed the change in his consciousness, and concern flashed in her amethyst eyes:

"You seemed to have experienced some kind of breakthrough just now?"

"Yes, I have mastered the technique of parallel casting."

He nodded in confirmation, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"I have to thank you for your guidance. Without Your Highness's help, it would have taken me much longer to reach this level."

Upon hearing this gratitude, the black-haired princess immediately lowered her head shyly.

The satisfaction of being recognized and needed obviously brings her great psychological comfort.

"I'm just glad I was able to help my mentor." Her voice was filled with satisfaction.

After training, their hands remained lightly touching.

Eve didn't seem to want to end this intimate contact.

Her fingers gently stroked the back of Ron's hand, the movement as soft as a feather.

"This is just the beginning, mentor."

The black-haired princess's voice carried a deeper implication:
“I also know many other advanced skills, which are precious knowledge passed down to me by my grandfather and other masters. I am willing to share them with you without reservation, as long as you need them.”

Her gaze became unusually focused:

"After all... your growth is my growth, your success is my success. We are already a community with a shared future, aren't we?"

This statement set off alarm bells in Ron's mind.

Eve's dependence on him may be heading in a pathological direction.

"Your Highness's help is indeed indispensable to me."

Ignoring the disappointment in the girl's eyes, he gently withdrew his hand, his tone mild:

"Therefore, I also hope to do something for Your Highness, especially regarding the treatment of the symptoms of demonic possession."

When this topic was brought up, Eve's eyes immediately became fervent.

“You’ve already done so much for me… but if it’s really possible…”

Her voice began to tremble, a mixture of anticipation and fear:

"If it were truly possible for me to completely escape the torment of demonic possession and regain the ability to cultivate normally... I would be willing to pay any price."

"Your Highness..."

Ron quietly observed her expression, and then a thought flashed through his mind.

He recalled how he had reciprocated the kindness shown to his mentors in the Black Mist School when he broke through to the Morning Star level.

That act of giving back not only saved Sauron's life from the brink of death, but also significantly cleansed the other mentors of their defilement.

Now that he is about to break through to the Moon-level, he will inevitably generate even more powerful blessings in return.

"You said you hoped to be able to engage in normal cultivation, right?"

“Of course!” Her eyes lit up immediately.
"That is my biggest dream. If I can cultivate normally, I will no longer be a burden, and I will be able to better assist my mentor and conduct mystical research with you."

Ron nodded, having already made his decision:
"I'm currently preparing to break through to the Moon-level. Based on past experience, such a breakthrough will generate powerful blessings in return."

He looked at Eve, his eyes asking for her opinion:

"Perhaps... this feedback can further improve your condition, and even help you break through to the realm of a formal wizard."

Once I become a full-fledged wizard, the symptoms of demonic possession should be fundamentally alleviated.

Upon hearing this possibility, Eve's entire body trembled.

The level of excitement was like someone who had been barely surviving in a doomsday shelter suddenly learning that peace had been restored outside.

"If this is true...if it's really possible...I...I..."

Feeling the girl tremble, Ron gently stroked her back and chuckled.

Eve's knowledge, her potential, and her relationship with Cassandra were all factors he considered.

The other party longed to obtain a life-saving medicine from him, but wasn't he also coveting the resources and background of the Crown Clan?
“But…” After comforting her, he gently pushed Eve away so she could see his expression:

"You must understand that there are risks involved in this attempt."

While the power of the "Benefit of Grace" is immense, a large, one-time input might cause a severe reaction with your "Demonic Devouring" symptoms.

It's also easy to avoid making this attempt.

Unless a completely stable master-disciple relationship is established, this kind of reciprocal favor will naturally cease if teaching is stopped for a few months.

"I'm willing to take any risk!"

Eve answered without hesitation, her eyes flashing with an almost frantic determination:
“Mentor, I have lived in hell for fourteen years. Even if I fail, I will only be back to square one. But if I succeed…”

Her voice softened:

"If I succeed, I will gain true freedom."

No longer needing to rely on my mother's potions, no longer imprisoned in this little building, I can become a true wizard..."

Eve is indeed clever; her dependence and investments are all based on considerations of her own survival interests.

But at the same time, she was also a pitiful person who had been tormented by illness for fourteen years.

Their desire for freedom was so strong that they were willing to pay any price for it.

"Well then... I'll take my leave now."

Ron slowly stood up and gently placed the teacup he had just used on the table.

A faint mist still lingered on the crystal glass, bearing witness to the profound spiritual exchange that had just taken place.

Upon hearing this, Eve, who had been beaming with joy, suddenly became somewhat gloomy.

She stood up as well, a hint of panic showing in her amethyst-like eyes.

"Professor...you...can't you stay a little longer?"

The girl's voice trembled slightly, and her fingers unconsciously stroked the necklace on her chest:
"What I mean is... it's already so late, and the high concentration of magic outside might not be good for your mental recovery."

The Emerald Pavilion has a lounge specially prepared for guests, with a beautiful environment and excellent facilities…

"Your Highness."

Ron interrupted her gently but firmly:

“I already have a fixed place to live in the North District. If I don’t go back now, my family will worry about me.”

Noticing the disappointment in Eve's eyes, his tone softened slightly:
"However, I will discuss a specific treatment plan with Professor Yutel as soon as possible regarding your symptoms of demonic possession."

The karmic benefits resulting from a Moon-level breakthrough are indeed a direction worth exploring.

Eve bit her lower lip, trying hard to suppress her reluctance.

She understood, of course, that excessive pestering would only annoy Ron, a consequence she absolutely could not bear.

"I understand, mentor."

She forced herself to put on a polite smile:

"Then please be careful on your journey. I will... I will patiently wait for your news."

Just as Ron was about to leave, Eve suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of probing:

"Teacher, regarding this matter... should we keep it from Mother?"

(End of this chapter)