Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 395 The Torrent of Fate
Chloe blushed slightly upon hearing the question.

Even with her eyes covered by silk, her shyness was still clearly visible:
“I…yes, Professor. I’m thinking about how…how to build a better relationship with someone.”

"Haha, the troubles of young people are always so similar."

Yutel chuckled and sat down in the chair, the illusory light becoming even more stable:

"However, I'm curious, as an excellent fortune teller, why don't you use your strongest skills to solve this problem?"

This suggestion caught Chloe's eye.

She was so engrossed in her anxiety that she overlooked the most direct solution.

“You’re right, Professor.”

She sat back down at the divination table, gently stroking the "celestial sphere" crystal with both hands:
"This is also a good divination practice, isn't it?"

"exactly."

Yutel nodded approvingly, his silver eyes gleaming with the encouraging light characteristic of a teacher:
"A true wise person should learn to use their talents to guide their life choices."

Chloe took a deep breath and began to adjust her mental state.

She gently closed her eyes, letting her consciousness sink into that special state between wakefulness and dreams.

"Using the stars as a guide, and destiny as a mirror..."

Ancient incantations flowed softly from her lips, and subtle energy fluctuations began to permeate the air.

The nebula inside the "Celestial Sphere" crystal began to rotate at an accelerated speed, emitting an even brighter light.

Under this light, Chloe could "see" countless lines of fate intertwining in the air.

She needs to find clues related to Ron and then follow those clues to find the best course of action.

The first symbol slowly emerges—

A beautiful butterfly, its wings shimmering with rainbow-like light, flutters around a blazing flame.

The butterfly flew closer and closer, wanting to touch that alluring warmth, but each time it got close, it was pushed away by the heatwave.

Eventually, the butterfly's wings began to char, and it fell helplessly to the ground.

Chloe frowned.

The girl's face, once the black silk was removed, was actually quite beautiful, and her long gray-blue hair was rather unique.

That pure yet mysterious aura is enough to make any man's heart flutter.

But the meaning of this symbol is very clear—approaching someone using beauty and affection as weapons is destined to fail.

The being represented by that flame was too focused on its own goals to be swayed by such superficial temptations.

"As expected... this method won't work..."

Chloe smiled wryly to herself and continued to explore other possibilities.

The second screen shows indirect contact:
A flock of lambs gathered at the foot of the tower, gazing up at the figure atop it.

They bleated, hoping to attract attention, but the beings on the tower didn't even look down.

The lambs gathered in greater numbers, their cries growing louder, but the people on the tower remained focused on observing the distant stars.

“Indirect contact won’t work either…” Chloe sighed inwardly.

Among the many wizards seeking cooperation, she had neither a particularly outstanding background nor unique resources, making it difficult for her to stand out.

The third symbol slowly took shape—

A huge maze with walls made of mirrors and countless paths leading in different directions.

In the center of the maze, a blurry figure is trapped in a cocoon woven from countless fine threads.

At the edge of the maze stands a guide holding a lantern, the light of which can pierce through the illusion of mirrors and reveal the true path.

Chloe's heart began to race.

This symbol is more complex than the previous ones, but its meaning is exceptionally clear.

The trapped figure represents someone caught in a complicated situation, while the guide holding the lantern...

"Professional competence..." she murmured softly, her thoughts beginning to clear:
"It's not about feelings, it's not about beauty, it's about professional guidance..."

The symbolism continues to evolve, with more details emerging.

She saw the mirrors in the maze begin to display different images.

The figure of a white-haired woman appears repeatedly, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, like a truth deliberately distorted by some force.

“Euphemism…” Chloe’s pupils contracted slightly beneath the black veil.

The final part of the symbolism made her fully understand the guidance of the stars.

The lantern's light shone on one of the mirrors, and the white-haired woman in the mirror suddenly became real, no longer a false reflection.

And the figure trapped in the cocoon begins to break free of its constraints as the truth is revealed.

When the divination was over, Chloe let out a long sigh of relief.

Her back was soaked with sweat; this profound symbolic interpretation had drained a great deal of her mental energy.

"It seems you've found the answer."

Yutel spoke gently, the light around the phantom softening slightly: "What guidance have the stars given you?"

“That made me understand…” Chloe’s voice became firm:
"My value lies not in being an admirer, but in being a professional partner. Especially... especially in certain complex interpersonal issues."

She stood up and walked to the window of the room.

Through specially made glass made from the nerves of abyssal worms, one can see the lights in the deep areas of the observatory.

Some of the lights were ordinary magic crystal lamps, while others emitted eerie colors.

That was a sign that various experiments were underway.

"I was involved in identifying someone..."

Chloe gently stroked the "celestial sphere" crystal on her chest, her thoughts becoming increasingly clear:
"That person's current situation is very complicated, and may require more divination to determine the best course of action."

"A very good idea." Yutel nodded approvingly.
"Remember, truly valuable relationships are always built on mutual need and mutual respect."

The illusory projection began to blur, clearly indicating that the prolonged descent had consumed a significant amount of energy.

"Get some rest, tomorrow is an important day."

When the room fell silent again, Chloe stood alone by the window.

Her long, silver-gray hair shimmered under the magic crystal lights, and her face, veiled in black gauze, appeared exceptionally mysterious.

She remembered what Astraea had once said:
"The mission of an astrologer is not to predict an individual's fate, but to provide guidance for those crucial decisions."

When the wheels of history are about to turn, we are the lighthouses that guide the way.

Now she finally understood the meaning of those words.

Ron was indeed a key figure at that crossroads of fate.

Her role was not to be a burden or decoration to him, but to provide professional guidance at crucial moments.

"Tomorrow..." Chloe murmured to herself, with an unprecedented determination:
“I’ll go talk to him tomorrow. Not as a cowardly admirer, but as a professional fortune teller.”

She began to mentally plan tomorrow's conversation.

First, demonstrate your in-depth understanding of the Euphemia Question, then explain the technical value of divination verification, and finally propose a specific cooperation plan...

Every step requires careful planning; this is not a game of emotions, but a demonstration of professional competence.

Through such exchanges, she felt confident in proving her true worth.

"That's where my value lies..."

Her gaze hardened.

"It's not about beauty or background, but about complementary professional skills."

………………

In the dead of night, Ron sat alone in his private study at his old oak desk.

Meditation candles, emitting a faint blue glow, were lit in the four corners of the room.

These specially made candles can stabilize mental fluctuations and provide necessary protection for studying taboo knowledge.

The air was filled with the faint scent of dragon's blood grass, a precious fragrance that can reduce pollution and erosion to some extent.

A blank leather notebook lay open on the table.

When he infused his mental energy into it, dense runes and theoretical diagrams appeared on the pages.

The words seemed to slowly wriggle on the paper, as if they had a life of their own.

"The essence of reversing causality lies in redefining the timeline..."

Ron used a quill to jot down his understanding on another piece of paper.

"Traditional sorcery follows a linear causal chain of 'spellcaster → spell effect → victim,' while sorcery reversal twists and turns this chain..."

He stopped writing and stared at the diagram he had just drawn.

It was a complex three-dimensional rune structure.

It looks like a combination of a Möbius strip and a Klein bottle from a past life.

Any line of sight that attempts to trace its surface will eventually get stuck in an infinite loop.

"The key is to grasp the precise 'reversal timing'..."

As Ron continued reading, he discovered that the skill was far more complex than he had imagined.

The caster needs to precisely implant a reversal node into the causal structure of the target at the instant the spell takes effect.

This requires a profound understanding of runic literature, spacetime theory, and soul studies.

[Spell Reversal (Prototype) Experience Points +1]

[Current Progress: Spell Reversal (Prototype 8/100)]

The prompts on the transparent panel confirmed his progress in learning, but also made him realize the long learning period of this skill.

Mastering the basic theory alone requires a significant investment of time and energy. Just as he was focusing on a complex rune structure, a soft knock came from outside the study.

The knocking was rhythmic, three long and two short, a signal he and his two attendants had agreed upon for an "urgent but not dangerous" situation.

"Please come in." Ron quickly put away the forbidden documents on the table, while secretly activating the room's privacy protection runes.

The door slowly opened, and Ailan's emerald green figure appeared in the doorway.

Her branches trembled slightly, which usually meant that she was sensing something unusual.

"Master, a guest wishes to visit you." The tree spirit's voice was heavier than usual.
"She said she was introduced by Professor Utter, but..."

"but what?"

“The aura emanating from her makes me uneasy,” Ailan frankly stated.

"Like the oppressive feeling before a storm, her soul seemed to carry too many things that did not belong to her age."

This description immediately reminded Ron of the blind girl he had met at the observatory.

With her keen intuition as a natural being, the "unease" that Ilan perceived often meant some kind of deep-seated premonition.

Did she explain her purpose for coming?

"Yes, she calls herself the Voice of Chloe."

Ailan's branches gently brushed against the doorframe, a habitual gesture she made when nervous.

"She mentioned some urgent matters concerning divination, and she also mentioned the name of that Blood Moon Clan lady."

Ron's eyes immediately sharpened.

At this point in time, connecting the divination, the Blood Moon Clan lady, and Yutel's recommendation, the answer is already obvious.

"Please ask her to wait in the reception room. I'll be right there."

A few minutes later, Ron met Chloe in the drawing room.

The girl still covered her eyes with black silk, but she seemed unusually nervous tonight.

Her slender fingers kept stroking the "celestial sphere" crystal on her chest, the frequency of the movement revealing her inner unease.

What's even more striking is the subtle sense of dislocation she exudes.

It was as if something was slowly distorting the passage of time around her, creating an indescribable sense of unease.

“I’m sorry to bother you so late, Instructor Ralph.”

Chloe's voice remained as soft as a feather, but the underlying urgency seemed to lower the temperature in the room by several degrees.

"But Professor Yutel said that some things could no longer be delayed. The fog of fate was thickening, and if we didn't act soon..."

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

Ron sat down on the sofa opposite her and carefully observed the girl's expression.

Even through the black silk, he could still feel a certain longing in those eyes.

It wasn't a desire for wealth or power, but something deeper.

The longing for belonging, the longing for a protector.

“Please sit down.” Ron gestured for her to sit in the chair opposite him, while secretly observing the mysterious astrologer:

"Professor Utter must have a very important reason for sending you to see me."

After Chloe sat down, her slender fingers continued to unconsciously stroke the crystal on her chest.

"The professor said...you've been paying attention to some special things lately."

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the black silk, looking directly into Ron's eyes:
"About the Blood Moon Clan, about some hidden truths."

This sentence made Ron's heart move.

Although Yutel claimed he would not intervene, he was clearly observing the situation from the shadows.

“That’s how it is.” Chloe’s voice became softer, but also more resolute:
“Through my prophetic abilities, I saw some… disturbing images.”

About you, about that white-haired witch, and about a cruel game that is about to begin.

She paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts:

“The professor told me that you might need some special help. And I… I also have my own reasons for wanting to assist you.”

Astrologers' predictions often involve the intertwining of fates.

Chloe's proactive pursuit of cooperation must have stemmed from a divination that revealed a future favorable to her.

"What exactly did you see?" Ron asked directly, thinking of this.

"A blood-red cage, a shattered will, and the cruel game of a mad king."

Chloe's body began to tremble slightly:
"In most future timelines, Euphemia Pelle becomes a victim of some terrible force. But at the same time..."

She took a deep breath:

“I also see some very different possibilities. With the right guidance and help, she could be the key to breaking this cruel cycle.”

Upon hearing this, Ron began to understand Yutel's intention.

The old professor may already know more or less about the subtle relationship between himself and Euphemia, as well as the larger conspiracy hidden behind it.

No, the other party definitely knows more than I imagine.

After all, the King of Illusions had previously stated that he and Yutel had reached certain agreements.

"So, how would you like to help me?"

“Let me help you with a complete divination.” Chloe’s tone became serious:
“Show that white-haired witch her true destiny and make her understand her current situation.”

Sometimes, a vision of the future is more persuasive than any words.

This suggestion caught Ron's eye.

If divination could reveal Euphemia's tragic future, it would indeed be the best way to persuade her to cooperate.

“Before that, I’d like to know something.” Ron carefully observed Chloe’s expression:

"As a mystic, Professor Yutel's advanced profession as an astrologer inherently possesses more powerful divination abilities. Why would he recommend you this time?"

Upon hearing this question, Chloe's body trembled slightly.

She remained silent for a long time, finally answering in a tone filled with reverence:

"Because...because Professor Yutel can no longer perform any divination."

"cannot?"

“Every divination is a glimpse into the long river of fate, and fate… never likes to be spied on.”

Chloe's voice grew heavier:

"To peek too deep into the course of fate, or to involve some higher beings who are far beyond oneself."

Divination not only greatly increases the probability of failure, but also brings terrible backlash.

Professor Utter... he has already endured too much.

Her fingers gently traced the surface of the "celestial sphere":
"Throughout his thousands of years as a wizard, he has performed countless such profound divinations."

Each time, it left an unhealable wound on his soul.

He's like a glass full of water right now; even one more drop would cause it to collapse completely.

This explanation made Ron realize the truth.

No wonder that when faced with various crises, Yutel only obtained information through routine astrological observations and never took the initiative to conduct in-depth divination.

"For an existence like him, any additional backlash from divination could cause the ethereal structure to collapse instantly."

Chloe's tone was filled with deep respect:
"Even so, he continues to guide us young diviners, passing on his experience accumulated over thousands of years without reservation."

At this point, Ron couldn't help but frown and ask:
"Then... if I may be frank, with your current level of strength, performing this kind of divination should cause extremely terrifying backlash, right?"

"No, perhaps you underestimate me..." The girl chuckled softly, her voice carrying a hint of confidence:
"Although I am young, the celestial crystal can withstand a considerable amount of backlash."

My own special talents can also reduce some of the backlash...that's why the professor recommended me to assist you."

I see. It's true that professional matters should be left to professionals. After all, my main job isn't being an astrologer.

He recalled the warnings his inspiration had given him on several occasions when he wanted to engage in deeper divination.

Ron nodded in approval to the blind girl in front of him, his gratitude towards Yutel deepening.

But at this point in the conversation, Chloe also smiled wryly:

"However, I can only reduce some of the backlash from high-level divination, but I cannot exempt myself from it either."

But compared to the disasters I foresaw in the prophecies... this price is still worth it.

Her fingers touched the crystal on her chest again:
"Moreover, the professor said you are a trustworthy person."

In this world full of deception and betrayal, finding true allies is already a great fortune.

Ron quietly observed the young astrologer.

As a highly talented astrologer, she understood the harshness of the future better than anyone else, and longed to find a way to change her destiny more than anyone else.

“Okay.” He finally nodded in agreement: “When shall we begin?”

"The sooner the better." Chloe stood up.
"According to the stars, tomorrow evening is the best time to perform this divination."

If you agree, the professor will arrange the timing of our meeting with Euphemia and ensure that we are not disturbed or spied on by others during this time.

"Understood, I will prepare in advance."

As Chloe was about to leave, she suddenly turned back:

“Instructor Ralph, I think you should know... once this project begins, there is no turning back.”

This applies to you, to me, and to her as well.

Her voice carried a maturity beyond her years:
"In the torrent of fate, some choices, once made, will change the trajectory of everyone."

(End of this chapter)