Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 410 Reaping the consequences
Dreyer's voice turned low and dangerous:
"In any case, the destruction of Magus's clone will definitely leave behind a large amount of void essence."

Nari left so quickly, he definitely couldn't have collected everything.

"Yes."

The different parts of Krampus's body began to move in sync, demonstrating a unified will:
“Now that Nari has left, those essences are ownerless, and we have the right to share this spoils.”

Crowe nodded in agreement, although his time observations indicated that the decision carried risks:

"The risks certainly exist, but the opportunities are even more enticing. This level of Void Essence is simply impossible to obtain under normal circumstances."

After the three apostles reached an agreement, they immediately tore open the portal back.

Greed overwhelmed the warnings of reason, and they couldn't wait to obtain those precious essences of power.

When they reappeared above the arena, the sight before them was both awe-inspiring and exhilarating.

The entire arena has become a twisted inferno, where countless mutants struggle to survive.

Amidst this chaos, they keenly sensed a large amount of residual void essence.

Although these essences have already fused with other organisms, one can still reap most of the benefits by consuming them.

"My God, this is a treasure trove!"

De Layle trembled with excitement, and the church bells rang out incessantly.
“Each of these creatures, tainted by the essence, is a precious enhancement material…”

"Division of labor and cooperation".

Camps quickly devised a tactic, and different parts of his body began to deploy a capture network in different spaces:

“I’ll take care of the spatial aberrations; they’re the best for enhancing me. Drair, you go and harvest the mental aberrations. Crowe, handle the time-disordered targets.”

"Remember, we need to get in and out quickly."

Crowe added that he also began to accelerate the surrounding flow of time, making his actions even faster:

“Nari has left, but it’s uncertain whether she will return. We must finish the harvest before she notices.”

The three apostles split up and began a frenzied hunt.

Draiel unleashed hundreds of vengeful spirits, which pounced on the mentally disturbed mutants like demons.

Each soul possesses a unique ability to extract, gradually drawing out the essence of the void from its target's body.

"Hahaha! This is wonderful!"

Draiel laughed wildly, watching the precious essence continuously gather into his body:

"With this level of energy purity, I feel my strength is increasing at a visible rate..."

Campos also reaped considerable rewards.

His spatial network captured more than a dozen spatial variants.

The essence of the void within these organisms has perfectly merged with the power of space.

"so perfect!"

As Campos devoured his spoils, he exclaimed:

"That idiot Nari actually gave up these treasures, what a stroke of luck for us..."

Kro was the most efficient.

He directly accelerated the decay process of those time-disordered entities, allowing them to experience a complete life cycle in a short period of time, and then collected the essence released upon death.

"The power of time is indeed the most efficient way to reap rewards."

Crowe looked at his haul with satisfaction, a greedy glint in his eyes:
"The energy fragments contained within these essences are enough to elevate my time manipulation abilities to another level..."

The three apostles became increasingly excited as they ate, gradually forgetting the dangers around them.

The power boost from the Void Essence gave them an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, and their reason began to be blinded by greed.

"This feeling is like being reborn."

Delaire felt a surge of power coursing through his body, and the church's form grew even more majestic and magnificent:

"No wonder the Supreme Apostles are so powerful; it turns out they control this level of energy..."

"I think……"

There was a hint of smugness in Camps' voice:
"Our current strength is already enough to rank us among the top apostles. Perhaps in a while, we'll be able to challenge for the position of the Supreme Apostle..."

"Stop dreaming."

Although Crowe was also immersed in the thrill of increased power, his reason had not completely slipped out of control:

"The power of the Supreme Apostle is far beyond our imagination, however..."

He paused for a moment, his tone turning sinister:

“That nouveau riche Nari might be a different story.”

Although she possesses great power, she lacks the corresponding wisdom.

Once we fully digest these essential elements, it's not impossible...

"and many more."

De Layle abruptly interrupted their reverie, as unsettling bells rang out from within the church:

"Have you noticed that Nari's behavior is a bit... unusual?"

"What do you mean?"

Camps asked in confusion, without stopping the devouring motion:

"Isn't it a perfectly normal choice for her to pack up and leave quickly after winning?"

"wrong."

De Laier shook his head, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes:
"She was born chaotic, and her most prominent characteristics were greed and possessiveness."

There's still a lot of void essence here; how could she possibly leave without collecting it?

This question also made the other two apostles uneasy.

Indeed, given Nari's personality, she should have looted every valuable item on the battlefield.

Giving up these essential resources would be completely out of character for her.

"Maybe……"

Crowe tried to find a reasonable explanation:

"Is she in a hurry to go back and take stock of the spoils of war? Or is she worried that Magus will call upon the other High Apostles for retaliation?"

"or it could be……"

Camps' voice trembled slightly:

"She didn't leave at all; she's hiding somewhere, observing us?"

This possibility caused the three apostles to simultaneously stop their devouring actions.

They began to observe their surroundings warily, trying to identify any potential threats.

However, the arena still only contained the mutated abyssal creatures, with no sign of any Nari.

"We were probably overthinking it..."

De Laier relaxed again:
“Nari is cunning, but not wise enough to set traps. Although her rationality has improved, she is still essentially that chaotic fool.”

"Yes."

Kemps agreed and resumed the devouring operation:
"How could someone like her, who only knows how to solve problems with brute force, possibly come up with any complex strategies?"

The three apostles were once again engrossed in their greedy revelry, completely oblivious to certain subtle signs of abnormality.

Just then, Dreyer suddenly clutched his head and let out a somewhat manic laugh:

"Hahaha!"

As he devoured the mutant, he suddenly began to mock Nari, who was not present:

"That idiot Nari actually treats that toy humanoid as his own child! It's absolutely hilarious!"

"It's truly laughable."

Kemps joined in the mockery, his voice dripping with malice:

"An ancient apostle who has lived for thousands of years was completely fooled by a little toy that was obviously made by a wizard."

She keeps calling him "my child," she's practically a crazy, brain-dead woman!

“Those human wizards are very cunning; they love doing this kind of thing…”

Crowe lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret:
“Using Nari’s maternal instincts to gain power is a low-level tactic that we may find crude, but it works perfectly against someone of Nari’s intelligence level.”

"Hahaha!"

De Layle laughed even more wildly, and mocking bells rang out from within the church:

"Once that human has drained Nari of all her value, he'll definitely abandon her without hesitation! Nari's expression when she discovers the truth will be quite a sight!"

"She'll go crazy."

Campos said viciously:

"A chaotic being that thinks it has received maternal love will surely collapse completely after discovering that everything is an illusion."

It might even self-destruct, saving us a lot of trouble.

Crowe's tone became even more cutting:
"To actually believe in that cheap emotional drama, this 'mother-son relationship' thing, it's the biggest joke in the history of the Abyss!"

The three apostles became more and more excited as they spoke, as if they were venting some kind of emotion.

In the cruel environment of the abyss, seeing other beings stronger than themselves being frustrated or fooled is one of their few forms of entertainment.

"I'm already starting to look forward to it..."

As he continued to devour, Dreyer maliciously speculated:

"Wait for Nari's reaction after discovering the truth."

A mother utterly betrayed, tsk tsk tsk... that despair and anger must be more painful than any torture.

"Or we could 'remind' her."

Kemps suggested, his voice filled with malicious anticipation:
“It must be very interesting to watch her go from hope to despair.”

"These are all things to be discussed later."

Crowe interrupted their reverie, but his tone was equally malicious:

"The most important thing now is to make good use of this opportunity."

Once we fully digest this void essence, our strength will reach new heights. At that time…

He didn't finish his sentence, but the implication was clear.

At that time, they will be qualified to redistribute the power structure of the Abyss, and Nari, this "nouveau riche," will be their primary target.

As the three apostles indulged in their wicked fantasies and greedy revelry, subtle changes began to occur within them.

The Void Essence that was ingested in large quantities contained extremely subtle heterogeneous components.

These components are hidden deep within their energy core like time bombs, waiting for specific detonation conditions.

This condition is precisely the energy overload caused by excessive greed.

When the three apostles' devouring behavior reached a critical point, Nari's trap was finally triggered.

"Hahaha... This idiot Nari, I fucking ate and ate and ate and ate and ate... uh?"

Dreyer, who had been devouring the most fiercely and mocking the most gleefully, suddenly froze in place.

"Boom!"

Without any warning, the church of Delaire suddenly burst forth with a blinding light from within.

Among the mutated creatures he greedily devoured, Nari's chaotic aura finally reached a critical concentration.

The primal destructive power contained within the chaotic aura exploded simultaneously within his body like a chain of bombs.

"Aaaaaah... What is this?!" Dreyer screamed in agony as the massive church began to disintegrate from the inside.

Those meticulously constructed Gothic arches were as fragile as tofu, instantly turning to dust under the impact of chaotic forces.

Even more terrifying, the thousands of souls imprisoned within him were also affected.

These vengeful souls, who were originally tightly bound, regained their freedom under the impact of the explosion.

But freedom is not a relief for them, but a more painful torment.

"Why...why must I experience death again..."

"Dreyer! You demon! You won't even spare us from death..."

I curse you! I curse you to eternal damnation!

The resentment of thousands of souls erupted at the same moment, crashing against Dreyer's already severely damaged core of consciousness like a tsunami.

This kind of internal backlash is more deadly than any external attack.

Dreyer felt his consciousness being torn into countless pieces, each piece enduring unimaginable pain.

Meanwhile, Campos' situation was equally dire.

His body parts, scattered across multiple spatial dimensions, began to lose synchronization, each experiencing an explosion of varying degrees.

"No...it's impossible, how could these essences be..."

The voices of Camps came simultaneously from more than a dozen dimensions, but each voice was trembling with pain:
"This is a trap, that vicious Nari..."

Before he could finish speaking, a second wave of explosions swept through his spatial network.

The originally stable multidimensional existence began to collapse, and the body parts in different spatial dimensions began to conflict with each other.

The left hand wants to grasp the right hand, but the two exist in different dimensions;

The head attempts to command the body, but the transmission of information is completely interrupted by the spatial turbulence.

Consciousness began to split into multiple independent fragments, each of which believed itself to be the real Campos.

Crowe's experience was the most bizarre.

As a time manipulator, his physical structure is deeply bound to the flow of time.

When Nari's chaotic aura erupted within him, the resulting chaotic energy disrupted his perception of time, plunging him into a nightmare of time loops.

"At this moment, I feel like I've experienced it countless times..."

Crowe painfully discovered that he was trapped in the instant the explosion occurred.

Time was no longer a tool he could control, but a cage that tormented him.

He kept repeating the same pain:
Feel the explosion, realize the trap, try to escape, and then return to the starting point of the explosion.

Each cycle doubled the pain, and he vividly remembered each experience.

The tragic state of the three apostles immediately drew the attention of the other survivors in the arena.

The abyssal creatures that were fighting for the essence of the void instantly realized a new opportunity.

"Look! Those apostles are seriously injured!"

A demon with seven eyes on its head shouted excitedly:

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! The flesh and blood and energy core of an Apostle!"

"Charge! Before they recover!"

The awakened ones swarmed forward like sharks smelling blood.

The wounded strong are the best prey.

No matter how powerful the opponent is usually, once they reveal a weakness, they will be attacked by the masses.

But the real threat comes from those beings who are also at the Apostle level.

Halim, the "Mouth of Gluttony," slowly crawled out of the ruins of the arena.

Its entire body is a giant mouth, filled with layers upon layers of teeth.

Each tooth gleams with a different light, representing the powerful beings it once devoured.

"What a delicious aroma..."

Halim let out a satisfied groan:
"The despair, pain, and powerless anger of an Apostle... are simply the most wonderful seasoning in the world..."

It began to crawl toward Dreyer, its enormous mouth secreting corrosive saliva.

This saliva can not only digest matter, but also break down mental structures, keeping the prey conscious while being devoured.

On the other side, Nicholas, the "meat patchwork" who arrived later, also revealed a greedy expression.

What interests him most is the multidimensional physical structure of Camps.

"Kamps, your design is absolutely perfect."

As Nicholas observed, he muttered to himself:

"If this spatial separation technology could be applied to my work, it would create a perfectly assembled piece unlike anything I've ever seen before..."

As for Crowe, he was targeted by "Sweet Nightmare" Salyn.

This being who looks like a beautiful young girl is actually one of the most dangerous mental predators in the abyss.

"Time loops, what an interesting mental state..."

Salyn licked her lips, a morbid excitement gleaming in her eyes:

"A time manipulator trapped in a painful cycle—this will be the most precious artwork in my collection..."

The three once-imposing apostles have now become the target of everyone's hatred.

Countless greedy eyes were fixed on them, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

In the abyss, nothing can trigger the predatory instinct more than a fallen power.

Drair barely regained some consciousness and, seeing the restless predators around him, was filled with despair and rage.

"Damn Nari! Damn trap!"

He tried to gather the scattered souls within him, but found that most of the vengeful souls had already defected.

Those beings who were once enslaved by him have now become the demons that torment him.

Even more terrifying is that the erosion by Nari's chaotic aura continues.

This power, derived from a born apostle, is fundamentally disrupting the structure of his being.

If it is not dealt with as soon as possible, he will never be able to return to his original state.

“Halim…Sarine…Nicholas…”

Draiel looked at the approaching predators, his voice filled with desperate anger:
"You scum, did you really think we had no power to fight back...?"

But before he could finish speaking, the Gluttonous Mouth opened its enormous jaws, ready to swallow him whole.

"Stop struggling, Dreyer."

Halim's voice carried a cruel pleasure:
"Accept reality: in the abyss, the weak are food. This is an eternal law!"

At that critical moment, a blinding light suddenly rose from the ruins.

The remaining power within Draiel was fully unleashed under extremely dangerous stimulation.

Now, this force has become his last lifeline.

"Judgement!"

De Layle roared in anger, and the dilapidated church burst forth with a dazzling white light.

The beam of light pierced the Glutton's mouth like a sharp sword, leaving deep burn marks on its enormous mandibles.

"Aaaaaah! Damn holy light!"

Halim staggered backward in agony, his saliva turning into painful blood.
"You disgusting bastard, you still have your strength reserved..."

But this counterattack also exhausted Dreyer's last bit of strength.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his consciousness became blurred.

The surrounding predators were startled by the sudden attack.

They originally thought that Draiel was already fish on the chopping block, but they did not expect him to have such a strong ability to fight back.

"Damn it, these guys haven't completely lost their fighting ability yet..."

Salyn reassessed the danger level of her prey:
"It seems we need a more cautious approach..."

Nicholas also stopped advancing and began to revise his capture strategy.

This unexpected event brought the already imminent hunting operation to a brief stalemate.

But all predators know that this stalemate will not last long.

The three severely wounded apostles were unable to put up a fight for long and would sooner or later become their prey.

In the midst of this tense standoff, a chilling voice suddenly rang out in the air:

"Looks like everyone's really hungry..."

The owner of the voice slowly emerged from the shadows; it was a slender, humanoid figure.

He was shrouded in black mist, his face hidden under a deep hood, with only two points of blood-red light visible.

"Shadow in the Mist" Mold, one of the native apostles of the sixth layer of the Abyss.

His appearance made all the predators present feel a strong sense of threat.

“Mold…”

The voice of the Gluttonous Mouth became alert:
"You want to get involved in this?"

"Interfere?"

Mold let out a low laugh:

"I'm just here to enjoy this wonderful performance, and incidentally, to clean up some leftovers..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding shadows began to stir.

Countless black tentacles emerged from the shadows, swaying in the air like snakes.

Salyn sensed this threat, and a look of annoyance appeared on her beautiful face.
"Do you think you alone can possess the flesh and blood of three apostles?"

"Of course not."

Mold readily admitted it, but there was no hint of backing down in his tone:
"Therefore, I propose that we divide the spoils fairly, each taking what we need from these three guys..."

The tension in the air intensified.

What was originally a hunt for the three seriously injured apostles has now turned into a more complex multi-party battle.

Every predator calculates the risks and rewards, searching for the most opportune moment.

More predators are emerging from the shadows:
Poison Ivy Monster of the Corrosive Swamp;
The Aberrant Hunter of the Abyss Rift;
Chaotic demons in spatial turbulence;
There are also some bizarre entities that defy categorization.

They were all drawn to the weak aura emanating from the three apostles, their eyes filled with naked killing intent and greed.

Derek barely managed to lift his head, looking at the closing predators, his eyes filled with despair and rage:
“Damn Nari, I curse you… I curse everything about you…”

But this weak curse posed no threat to the predators.

They began to slowly surround them, preparing to enjoy this rare feast.

At this moment, the arena was once again shrouded in bloodshed and chaos.

But this time, no authority figure stepped forward to maintain order.

Magus's clone is dead, Nari is gone, and all that remains is the most primitive and cruel law of the jungle.

As this new killing was about to begin, none of the participants dared to mention Nari's name again.

Fear and chaos, like a virus, gradually spread from the sixth layer to the entire abyss.

(End of this chapter)