Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 425 I’m late
Time marches on, and soon the appointed day arrived.

Yutel led Ron to the ritual room he had been preparing for a long time and connected him with the other two participants.

The surface of the Time Mirror surged like boiling mercury.

The first figure solidified, accompanied by a rustling sound like the turning of ancient book pages.

He was a burly middle-aged man with a meticulously trimmed, grayish-white beard.

He was dressed in a classic dark blue wizard's robe, made of exquisite fabric.

What is most eye-catching is the string of peculiar ornaments hanging from his waist.

Those were ancient coins from different eras, each radiating a unique magical aura, representing the monetary system of a vanished civilization.

"Finally, I can feel the presence of the material world again..."

Gould took a deep breath.

"While the dormancy in the specimen library can maintain the stability of the demigods, but..."

He gently stroked the ancient coin on his chest:
"This feeling of reality is truly nostalgic. Sometimes I even wonder which is more real, those dreams or those memories."

As he spoke, he looked around the ceremony room with great interest.

His gaze lingered on the historical runes for a moment, a professional's scrutiny in his eyes:

“A good arrangement, Yutel. Although it can’t compare to masterpieces like the Temple of Time in terms of precision, it’s enough for our needs today.”

The process of the second figure coalescing was even slower.

The light, as it coalesced, carried an intense sense of oppression, as if some colossal being was awakening from nothingness.

Although the embodiment of the Eye of Observation takes the form of a human, its entire face is occupied by a single, enormous eye.

Its single eye is as big as a washbasin, and its iris is a deep golden yellow.

The eye is constantly moving, and the pupil will suddenly contract or dilate, as if it is observing countless different dimensions and timelines at the same time.

“Yutel…”

The Eye of Observation's voice was still hoarse, but clearer than when it came through the mirror:
"It's truly remarkable that we can reunite in this way again. I still remember the last time the three of us gathered; that was... a thousand years ago?"

His enormous single eye slowly turned toward Ron, its pupil suddenly contracting to the size of a pinhead as it scrutinized him deeply.

Ron immediately felt a sense of discomfort, as if he were being X-rayed.

"Young man, are you the original wizard of this era?"

The tone of the observer's voice carried a condescending scrutiny, but it wasn't malicious; it was more like the concern of an elder for a younger person.

“Interesting… I can sense a very special… balance in you. This is indeed rare among practitioners of the Authentic Path.”

Ron suppressed the discomfort of being deeply scanned and maintained a respectful posture:
"Yes, senior. Thank you so much for your willingness to help Eve's treatment."

"Your manners are quite good..." The single eye of the Eye of Observation narrowed slightly, its pupil dilating again, seemingly expressing some kind of approval:
"I hope your abilities and wisdom are worthy of this politeness. After all, I've seen too many young people who are all manners and no substance."

Just then, Gould suddenly interrupted.

He took one of the ancient coins, which gleamed with a green luster, from his waist and tossed it lightly in his hand:

"By the way, young man, since you have a good foundation in history, why don't you tell me the origin of this ancient coin?"

He casually tossed the ancient coin to Ron, his movements seemingly casual, but his eyes were full of scrutiny.

Ron caught the ancient coin steadily and immediately felt the weight of history it contained.

He carefully observed the design on the coin.

The front depicts a female warrior holding a spear, with a burning city in the background; the back shows a giant snake coiled in a circle.

"This is... the war currency of the 'Green Copper Empire' at the end of the First Era."

A thoughtful look appeared in Ron's eyes, and historical knowledge from his memory began to surface. His fingers lightly traced the surface of the coin:

"The female warrior who is on the front line should be their guardian angel, 'Spear of Vengeance' Lilith."

He paused for a moment, his gaze becoming even more focused:

"The giant serpent on the back represents the concept of 'eternal cycle'—the Green Bronze Men believe that death is just another form of beginning, which is also the spiritual pillar that enables them to persevere to the end."

Gould's eyes lit up with approval: "Continue."

"According to historical records, after the Green Copper Empire was defeated in the final battle, it melted down all its ordinary currency and minted it into this war coin in an attempt to prolong its resistance through economic means."

Ron's tone became more serious:
"The ancient inscription on the back, if I remember correctly, should be written in ancient bronze language as 'Better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life'—but a more accurate translation would be 'The soul is immortal, and faith endures forever'."

A satisfied smile spread across Gould's long beard:

"Completely correct!"

He turned to the eye of observation:
"How about it, senior? This kid's knowledge of history is not bad, is it? Much better than those young wizards who can only wave their staffs, isn't it?"

The Eye of Observation's single eye shifted, its pupil refocusing on Ron:
"It's actually quite good. At least it proves that there are still people in this era who are willing to truly learn history, rather than just being satisfied with superficial combat spells."

There was a hint of relief in his tone: "However, the real test is yet to come."

Eve quietly observed all of this from the side.

Seeing his mentor receive recognition from two legendary figures, he also showed a proud look in his eyes.

She moved closer to Ron silently, her slender fingers gently tugging at his sleeve.

Ron turned back and gave Eve an encouraging look, then whispered:

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"However, we still need to wait for another person."

Yutel glanced at the entrance to the ritual chamber, his tone tinged with displeasure:

"According to the agreement, Cassandra should have arrived by now."

Her involvement was crucial to this treatment—after all, she was the one who knew Eve's constitution best.

"It's probably because of some matters in the seventh quadrant..."

Eve nervously defended her mother, but her voice also carried uncertainty:
"I heard the fighting has been very intense, and my mother may have encountered some emergency."

Gould and the Eye of Observation exchanged a meaningful glance.

"Should I contact her?" Eve suggested, but her small hands, hidden behind her back, were already trembling slightly.

She knew perfectly well that her mother's lateness might not be entirely due to being busy.

“Alright.” Yutel nodded.
"Our time is also limited, and the illusory projections of the two seniors cannot be maintained for too long."

Eve took out the communication crystal and began trying to contact her mother, who was in another world.

A few minutes later, her brow relaxed.
“My mother said she would be there soon and that we could begin the summoning ritual first. She would arrive after the summoning was complete.”

"Then let's get started."

Yutel made a decision and began to set up a more complex summoning circle in the center of the ritual room.

The simultaneous actions of these three masters showcased an admirable level of professionalism and seamless teamwork throughout the process.

Gould was in charge of locating historical coordinates, and a complex celestial globe appeared in his hand.

The surface of the celestial globe is densely marked with countless time points, each point representing an important moment in history.

The Eye of Observation specifically addresses issues of spatial stability.

The enormous single eye shot out several beams of golden light, creating multiple dimensional anchor points in the room.

Yutel, on the other hand, took overall command.

His ethereal power wove through the air like silver threads, perfectly fusing the power of Gould and the Eye of Observation.

"We need to confirm the summoning target again."

As Gould adjusted the coordinates on the celestial globe, he spoke, his tone becoming serious:

“Lance and Alexander are fine; just summon them at their peak. But Selna’s situation is more complicated…”

“Indeed.” The one-eyed observer turned to Yutel:
“Selna’s personality and abilities changed significantly at each stage, from her apprenticeship to her tragic end. Choosing the wrong time could have led to unexpected problems.”

Gould nodded in agreement, and the celestial globe in his hand began to emit a faint humming sound:
"The Selna I know was someone who had already become a great wizard and was at the peak of her academic career. At that time, her skills had reached their zenith, but..."

"But during that period, her personality had already begun to become extreme."

The observer added, with a hint of regret in his tone:

"If we were to summon Selna from that period, she might overreact to certain...sensitive topics, especially those concerning her relationship with her mentor."

Just then, Gould noticed Ron's curious expression not far away:
"Little guy, aren't you curious why we're so careful in choosing the summoning time?"

Ron nodded honestly:
"I do have some doubts. According to historical records, the High Priestess Selna maintained a gentle personality throughout her life, so why would she have concerns about an 'overreaction'?"

Furthermore, her relationship with her mentor appears to be rather ambiguous in historical records.

“Ha!” Gould laughed without any politeness, his eyes revealing a mocking glint.

"Historical texts always tend to glorify the dead, portraying them as flawless saints."

The real Selna, especially in her later years, had quite a temper—particularly when her mentor was mentioned.

His tone was casual, but the information it conveyed instantly created tension in the room:
"Her mentor... Pandora."

The moment the real name was heard, the air in the room suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

The runes on the walls began to emit dazzling colored light, and the entire space exuded a strong sense of warning.

It was an indescribable pressure, as if some incomprehensible being was gazing upon this place from an extremely distant distance.

Even the flow of time seemed to slow down, and everyone could feel the attention coming from a higher dimension.

Ron immediately realized that this was the King of Illusions' reaction to being called by his real name.

Even across countless planes, beings at the level of a Witch King can still sense that people are discussing them.

“Look, she’s eavesdropping again.” Gould was completely unfazed by the intimidating presence.

They even waved provocatively into the air, as if greeting someone:
"Pandora, if you are not satisfied with our discussion, come down and talk to me in person."

Anyway, my physical form is currently in the specimen library, so there's nothing you can do about it.

The oppressive force in the space became even stronger.

But Gould continued speaking as he pleased, even with a certain pleasure:

"Back then, Selna had a falling out with her mentor because of some of Pandora's less-than-honorable behavior, specifically..."

"Gould!" came an angry female voice from within the space: "You'd better shut up!"

"Ha! Still so irritable."

Gould laughed even harder, revealing a triumphant expression on his face.
"So many years have passed, and your temper hasn't improved at all. No wonder Selna ultimately chose to break ties with you."

The single eye of the Eye of Observation shifted slightly, seemingly expressing a sense of helplessness:
“Gould, you still have such a loose tongue. Some long-buried stories are perhaps not suitable to be shown to young people in too much detail.”

"I am simply stating historical facts."

Gould answered confidently, his tone carrying the persistence of a scholar:

“As a recorder, I have a duty to let future generations know the truth, not those embellished legends. The value of history lies in its authenticity, doesn’t it?”

The oppressive aura in the space gradually dissipated, clearly indicating that the King of Illusions had chosen to abandon this pointless debate.

After all, what Gould said was indeed true.

"Alright, let's get back to business."

Yutel quickly interrupted the farce:

"Now that we've decided to summon Selna's early form, let's begin preparing for the final ritual phase."

“Lance and Alexander needed to use their relics as a medium.”

Gould became serious again:
"I remember that the treasure trove of the academic alliance should contain some of their research notes and experimental equipment."

These items carry their spiritual imprint and are the best medium for summoning them.

"Already prepared."

Yutel carefully took out two exquisite boxes, one containing a quill pen and the other a piece of clear crystal:
"As for Selna..."

His tone became more serious as he took out a small box wrapped in a special material from his pocket:

"This is the remnant of Selna's illusory remains that Kalix gave me back then."

The moment the box was opened, a pure and powerful energy surge filled the entire room.

It was an indescribable vitality.

It felt as if the warm spring sun and the cool early autumn breeze had arrived at the same time, bringing both warmth and hope.

"let's start."

The single eye of the Eye of Observation began to emit an even stronger golden light:

"The longer it drags on, the more difficult the summoning will become. Moreover, maintaining the ethereal projection will consume a lot of our power."

The three masters initiated the summoning ritual.

The light wove together like fabric, gradually forming a human silhouette.

The first figure materialized above Lance's quill.

He was a kind-looking middle-aged man.

His wizard robes were neat and simple, without any fancy decorations, and even the protective runes were quite basic.

"Where am I?" Lance scanned his surroundings.
"I can feel the passage of time. This must be the future, long after I die, right?"
This feeling is so wonderful...it's like having a very, very long dream.

His gaze swept across the room with the inquisitiveness characteristic of a scholar, finally settling on Ron.

When he saw the energy signature on Ron, his eyes lit up with surprise and relief:

"Primal wizards... In this era, there are also those who choose the authentic path. It's both surprising and delightful."

A second figure appeared above the crystal.

Alexander looked younger than Lance.

He looks to be only in his early twenties, but his eyes hold a depth and rationality beyond his years.

His skin had an unnatural translucent appearance, with clearly visible blood vessels, indicating that he had undergone some form of autologous modification.

"Time projection summoning... Interesting technology."

"It seems that later wizards made considerable progress in the field of history."

His gaze swept over everyone present, his eyes unusually sharp:

"You all summoned us here, surely you've encountered some troublesome problem? And..."

His gaze was fixed on Eve:
“I can sense that there is some kind of abnormal fluctuation in the rules of this young girl.”

The process of condensing the last figure is the most complex.

Selna's ethereal remains radiated a powerful life force.

The light was as dazzling as a rainbow, yet it possessed a pure and exquisite beauty.

When the light faded, a figure appeared that surprised Ron.

She was a young woman who looked to be only in her early twenties.

Her eyes were a deep blue, like a clear summer sky, clear and lively.

Is this the world of the future?

Selna's voice was filled with undisguised excitement and curiosity, completely unlike the extremely distorted image depicted in later scrolls:
"Your summoning techniques are far more advanced than those of my time! I can sense the precision of the time array; it's practically an art form of spellcasting!"

She excitedly twirled around the room, her steps as light as if she were dancing.

"Moreover, the concentration of magic energy here is much higher than before!"
Did later wizards discover ways to enhance environmental magic? Or did the entire world's magic system evolve?

Gould and the Eye of Observation exchanged a glance, both seeing a sense of helplessness and longing in each other's eyes.

They all forgot that at this time, Selna truly still possessed the boundless curiosity of a young scholar.

That innocent interest in everything in the world was a precious quality she gradually lost later on.

"and many more……"

Selna suddenly stopped spinning, her nose twitching slightly, like a small animal sniffing out scents.

His gaze locked onto Eve: "The bloodline aura on this little girl..."

"This feeling... are you a descendant of Hector?"

“Hector?” Ron looked at Yutel with some confusion.

"That is the real name of the King of Absurdity."

Yutel explained somewhat awkwardly:
"In Selna's time, this great man was just a young genius who was just beginning to show his talent."

"Ha!" Selna let out a silvery laugh:

"That boring kid who always talked about paradoxes and philosophy actually became the Witch King? That's really interesting!"

She strode up to Eve, her eyes shining brightly.
"My God! Your bloodline structure is simply... a work of art! This precise modulation technique, this perfect fusion of multiple bloodlines..."

Then he turned to look at Ron:
"And there's another young man like me who's following the path of authenticity! Let me take a closer look..."

She paused suddenly, her expression becoming more focused, even somewhat puzzled:

"Wait... this scent... you have a very familiar smell about you, it's like..."

A glint of inspiration flashed in her eyes:
"A traveler! You have the aura of a traveler! This is impossible, didn't He already..."

When Lance heard this address, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"A traveler? You mean the creator of 'The Star Eater's Ramblings'?"

Ron frowned and was about to speak when the "No Trespassing" sign on the other side of the ritual room was suddenly lifted.

Everyone turned their heads away.

It's Cassandra.

She did not appear in a demigod state, but maintained her human form.

But the terrifying pressure belonging to a top-tier wizard surged into the entire room like a tidal wave.

His purple, swirling eyes remained sharp as knives, scanning everyone in the room.

"Sorry everyone, I'm late."

Cassandra's voice sounded calm, but a closer listen revealed an undeniable weariness.
"The affairs of the other world are more complicated than expected."

Her gaze first fell on her daughter, and the sternness in her eyes instantly melted away:
"Eve, you look great."

Then he turned to the three historical projections, and a polite smile reappeared on his face:

"Dear seniors, thank you for your willingness to help Eve with her treatment. This is of great significance to my daughter and me."

"you……"

Selna hesitated, a look of wariness flashing in her silver-blue eyes:

"There's something off about the aura around you."

With those words, the atmosphere in the room became tense once again.

It's like a string that's been pulled too tight, ready to snap at any moment.

(End of this chapter)