Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 402 Nari's Secret

The seventh level of the abyss, between the thrones.

The atmosphere in the space surrounded by thirteen thrones was more somber than ever before.

The air itself seemed to be compressed into a solid form, and with each breath, one could feel the terrifying pressure contained within.

The gray vortex in the center had now completely stopped, as if even it was awestruck by the magnificent project unfolding before it.

Magus's body, composed of countless black threads, is now separating into thousands of hair-thin tentacles.

Each thread shimmers with a different light, representing fragments of different abilities he has accumulated over the long years.

These threads weave together an extremely complex three-dimensional structure in the air, like some kind of work of art beyond human comprehension.

"how is the progress?"

Cha Ye's three faces asked simultaneously, his voice filled with barely concealed exhaustion.

He has been burning his primal energy for several months straight for this project.

The once ferocious dragon head now appears dull and lifeless, and its iconic golden scales have lost their luster.

"It's much more complicated than expected."

Magus's voice came from among the countless threads, carrying an unprecedented solemnity:
"To merge the thirteen distinct apostle essences is like forcibly making fire and ice coexist, or harmoniously unifying order and chaos."

He paused, his nine-eyed mask displaying a complex mix of worry and emotion.
"Moreover, the vessel must remain rational and clear-headed... This requires not only a balance of power, but also a precise understanding of the essence of the soul. Even the slightest deviation could cause the vessel to collapse in an instant."

Isabella, the "Transformation Daughter," arrived at the Fifth Throne after learning of the incident.

Even on that half of her perfect face, a look of exhaustion was evident.

Her silver scales had dimmed, and her once elegant posture now appeared somewhat listless.

"The effort we've put in is equivalent to directly creating an ordinary apostle."

Her voice carried a hidden unease:
"If we fail again this time... all our hard work over the years will be wiped out. More importantly, can we afford to fail again?"

"It won't fail."

On the third throne, countless eyes within the nebula-like body of the "Invisible Mist," Nath, shone with unwavering light:
"The timeline shows that the probability of success this time is higher than ever before."

Although I cannot see the specific details, the trajectory of fate is converging in the direction we expected.

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

"Moreover... there is some external factor affecting the energy balance of the entire abyss. This influence may be an unexpected boost to our plans."

Just then, Magus suddenly stopped what he was doing.

The intricately woven threads paused in mid-air, emitting unstable energy fluctuations:

"The qualifying warm-up is about to begin, and I need to send a clone over to oversee it."

"Now?" Cha Ye's three faces frowned simultaneously, the furious face revealing obvious displeasure:

“Your distraction will affect the stability of the seed. This level of fusion project cannot tolerate the slightest negligence.”

The greedy face also chimed in with a complaint:

“We have already invested so much of our primal power, and now to interrupt our work…”

"That's why I'll send out the most basic clones."

Magus's tone was tinged with helplessness, but a strange light shone in his eyes:

"The ranking matches are related to the power balance of the entire Abyss, so no one can be absent, and..."

He paused, and all nine eyes simultaneously turned in a specific direction:
“I have a vague feeling that the recent changes on the fifth floor are a bit unusual. Especially that naturally chaotic Nari, her energy fluctuation pattern has completely changed.”

"Change?" Isabella keenly grasped the key information:

"What kind of change? I remember that Nari's chaotic nature should be uncontrollable."

Magus's silken body twitched slightly, a habitual gesture when he was deep in thought:
"That's exactly what's confusing."

Based on my observation, Nari's mental state is more stable now than at any time in history.

She was even capable of complex tactical thinking, something impossible for someone born with a chaotic mind.

The eye in the Nass Nebula began to move restlessly:

"There are also anomalies in the timeline. The trajectory of Nari's fate has become blurred, as if it has been deliberately obscured by some powerful force."

"Perhaps she devoured some special entity?"

Cha Ye's cunning face suggests a possible interpretation:
"Or did they obtain some kind of abyssal treasure that can stabilize sanity?"

Previously, Nari had boasted to him about that so-called "treasure," which Chaye wanted to keep for himself. Therefore, he took this opportunity to mislead the other Supreme Apostles.

“Unlikely.” Magus shook his head.

“I have a sense of almost every important item in the Abyss, and no known treasure can so thoroughly alter the nature of the primordial chaos.”

Just as the apostles were pondering, a subtle fluctuation suddenly came from the space.

It was a message transmitted from the depths of the abyss, carrying a sense of oppression that made all the apostles uneasy.

All nine eyes on Magus's mask contracted simultaneously:
"It is the fluctuation of 'its' will... It seems that our project has attracted the attention of a deeper being."

All the apostles fell silent.

They all knew that once that being truly awakened, even the Supreme Apostles would be in grave danger.

“We need to speed things up even more.” Magus resumed manipulating the threads:
"In any case, the seed production must be completed in the next cycle. As for the anomaly on the fifth layer... let the warm-up match reveal the truth."

………………

In a distorted space deep within the abyss, the boundaries of reality ripple like water.

This is the private domain of "Crack Demon" Campus—a bizarre chamber of events pieced together from fragments of shattered space.

Krampus emerged from the spatial rift, his form extremely bizarre:
The different parts of the body exist on different levels; the left arm is here, while the right leg is in another segment three meters away.

Whenever he moves, the parts of his body recombine, giving a fragmented yet strangely harmonious feeling.

"Welcome, colleagues."

The superimposed sounds of Campos echoed through space, simultaneously emanating from more than a dozen different dimensions, creating a reverberation:

"The reason I've gathered everyone here today is to discuss the recent unusual changes on the fifth level."

The shadows began to writhe, as if some living thing was slowly awakening in the darkness.

The "Silent Saint" Delaire emerged from the darkness, his appearance causing the temperature in the entire space to drop several degrees.

De Layle's body resembled an ancient church that had been hollowed out.

Through the chest, one can see countless souls drifting inside.

They were once devout clergy, but now they are eternal prisoners.

"The fifth floor is indeed becoming...very interesting."

Dreyer's voice was like an echo from the depths of the underworld, each syllable accompanied by the wailing of a soul:
“My spies brought back incomprehensible intelligence; those once-familiar patterns no longer apply.”

Two green will-o'-the-wisps burned in his eye sockets as he gazed upon every being present:
"Especially in Nari's territory, the changes have exceeded everyone's expectations."

The "weathering and erosion" of the Crowe Belt gradually became apparent.

He looked like a stone statue weathered by millennia, its surface covered with deep cracks left by the passage of time. Whenever he moved, the flow of time around him would subtly change.

In some places, time stands still, and dust particles in the air remain suspended in mid-air.
In some places, however, things are fading rapidly, with stones weathering and crumbling at a visible rate.

“Nari’s changes are the most significant.”

Crowe's voice carried a sense of age and vicissitude, like the sound of turning pages in an old library:
"A month ago, she was still that chaotic monster who only knew how to wreak havoc."

My observations over time showed that her behavior was completely random and illogical.

His fingers gently traced the deep lines etched by time on his chin:
"But now... the level of rationality and strategic thinking she has shown has surpassed that of most normal apostles."

The speed of this transformation is unprecedented in my long history of observation.

Multiple parts of Campos's body simultaneously turned toward Crowe, and the crack narrowed slightly as he focused his attention:
"Your sense of time has always been exceptionally keen. Could you describe the extent of this change in detail?"

“Let me think…” Kro stretched out his hand, his fingertips beginning to pulsate faintly:

"To put it this way, if we quantify the level of rationality from one to one hundred, ordinary Abyss Awakeners are about twenty, high-level Awakeners who are close to Apostles are fifty or sixty, and we Apostles are about eighty."

In this respect, the Supreme Apostles are no different from us in any fundamental way. From my observation, Lord Magus and Lord Nath's rationality is only around 85%.

At this point, a deep sense of apprehension appeared in his eyes:

“Nari’s sanity level was around 15 a few months ago, but now… it’s at least 90.”

The prayers within Draiel suddenly intensified, with hundreds of souls simultaneously whispering warnings:

“I can provide more direct evidence.”

His voice turned somber, and the bells within the church began to toll slowly:
"My legion of followers twice attempted to approach Nari's territory for routine reconnaissance, and the result was..."

De Laier paused, and the souls within his chest began to stir restlessly:

"The first batch of twelve high-level ghosts were all former clergy members, possessing considerable intelligence and stealth abilities."

They were swallowed by the chaotic storm a hundred miles from the outermost edge of the Nari territory, unable to even send back their last messages.

"What about the second batch?" multiple voices of Camps asked simultaneously, and the spatial rift trembled violently because of his emotional fluctuations.

“I sent out the souls of thirty fallen priests, each possessing the divine ability to evade detection.”

De Laier's tone became more serious:

"They disappeared without even sending back any information, as if they were directly erased by some invisible will."

This clean and efficient method of cleaning reminded me of the methods of certain supreme apostles.

Crowe nodded thoughtfully:

“I also encountered a similar situation. The observation claws I sent could not penetrate the barrier of the Nari territory, where the flow of time was distorted in a way that I could not understand.”

"This is indeed unusual."

Crowe nodded, and time rifts opened and closed around him:
"This level of ability... suggests that Nari's current mastery of chaotic power may have reached the point of rewriting local reality."

Krampus's body began to tremble uneasily, and the spatial fragments emitted a faint, grinding sound, like glass groaning under pressure.

"What is most puzzling is that her mental state is more stable than ever before."

The inherent chaotic nature of this person means an inability to control their own power; this is a fundamental flaw etched deep within their soul.

His multiple voices were tinged with confusion:

"But Nari's current performance..."

"I feel that he is even stronger than those human wizards in terms of rationality."

Dreyer took over the conversation, his soul stirring with unease, and his prayers became chaotic and disordered:
"This transformation could never have happened naturally."

The inherent flaw of being naturally chaotic has never been an exception since its inception.

There must have been external intervention, and it was an extremely powerful one.

The question is, what kind of force could do this?

A brief silence fell over the space, with only the sound of prayer emanating from Dreyer's body echoing through it.

Every apostle present was pondering the deeper meaning of this question.

If there truly exists a force capable of rewriting the very nature of abyssal creatures, then the existing order will face a complete reshuffling.

"What's even more interesting is the reaction of the other native apostles of the fifth layer."

Kro's voice broke the silence, and his sense of time began to extend outward:
"Nightmare Queen Selena has rarely left her dream palace lately."

According to my time-sensing perception, her dream army has become extremely unstable, and many dream constructs are showing signs of disintegration.

“That’s very interesting.”

Camps's voice turned gloating, and the spatial rift began to reveal some blurry images:

“I heard that she sent her men to test Nari a few months ago, and they suffered a crushing defeat? Even an arrogant woman like Selena can be humiliated.”

"The situation with Mad Bite Mogroon is similar."

Crowe added that some scenes from the past are beginning to appear in the timeline:

"That battle-crazed, enraged legion hasn't conducted a large-scale hunt for two months."

For an apostle whose life revolves around battle, this is an unimaginable and abnormal behavior.

“I can provide more detailed information.”

Camps' spatial vision captured some interesting details:

"I heard he was severely injured by some kind of attack from Nari?"
His prized regenerative abilities have completely failed, and his entire half-body has yet to fully recover.

"Mogroon is now basically half-crippled."

Dreyer let out a malicious laugh, his voice filled with malice:
“My followers have observed that he has recently been performing some kind of healing ritual deep within the territory, but with little effect.”

The corrosive power of that pollution has penetrated to the very soul.

"The most tragic figure was Grand Duke Asmond, who suffered the most."

Crowe's tone was clearly sarcastic:
"The Blood King Aiden recently reclaimed all his vampire descendants in the main world."

The entire vampire network collapsed overnight, and Asmond is now like a plucked rooster, having lost all influence in the main world.

"That's weird."

Camps' multiple voices reveal a thoughtful perspective:
Why would Aiden weaken his agent in the Abyss at this crucial moment?
Asmond's vampire network was a crucial channel for him to gather intelligence on the main world.

"Perhaps it's preparation for something bigger."

Kro seemed lost in thought, the fluctuations of time at his fingertips beginning to extend deeper:
"My probes detected unusual vampire activity in the main world."

A large number of high-ranking vampires are gathering at a secluded location, seemingly preparing for some kind of large-scale ritual.

The bells within Draiel's body began to toll more rapidly, and the soul legion began to stir with excitement:

"In any case, this provides us with an opportunity."

A calculating glint flashed in his green, fiery eyes:
“The local forces on the fifth level are now in an unprecedentedly weak state, and although Nari’s strength has increased dramatically, she is ultimately fighting alone.”

(End of this chapter)