Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 441 Disaster
Cassandra's projection paced back and forth in the room.

The paradoxical die still lay quietly in the center of the altar.

"The core idea of ​​this plan is indeed ingenious."

She stopped and turned to Ron:

"However, in practice, there are still many details that need to be improved."

Especially the first step—how ​​to get the Vitals to access our 'gift'.

Ron gently stroked his chin:

"I've thought of two possible ways."

The first method is through diplomatic channels, offering gifts proactively under the guise of a ceasefire and reparations.

"This method is more direct, but it is also easy to arouse the other party's vigilance."

Cassandra shook her head:

"Then let's choose the second option."

A cunning glint appeared in Ron's eyes:
"We deliberately let the Vitals intercept the transport ship carrying the simulation device, so that they could 'discover' the technology themselves."

This suggestion caught Cassandra's eye.

"Disguise it as an accidental leak...that would be more natural."

She began to formulate a concrete action plan in her mind:

“We can arrange for a seemingly heavily guarded transport ship to carry ‘classified’ simulation devices across the war zone.”

"At the right moment, create a 'mistake' so that the Vital reconnaissance fleet can discover and intercept it."

"The 'classified information' on the transport ship must be made realistic to convince them that it is important military technology of ours."

Ron nodded in agreement:

“The collective consciousness of the Vital people will lead them to quickly analyze the technology, and once they discover its value, curiosity will drive them to study it in depth.”

In the following stages, the two made more detailed plans:
"The next step is to provide a sufficiently enticing personalized experience."

Cassandra conjured a magical projection and began drawing the basic architecture of the virtual world:

"Based on your analysis, the Vitals lack individual experience. We can design feelings that they can never obtain in their collective consciousness."

"For example, the beauty of solitude, the satisfaction of personal achievement, the rebellious thrill of going against the collective will..."

Ron added:
"And most importantly—the freedom to choose."

In the virtual world, each Vital can make entirely their own decisions without considering the collective interest.

Cassandra's expression turned serious:
“Building a virtual society means creating a complete interactive environment.”

The Vitals will establish personal relationships within this framework, independent of collective consciousness.

"Friends, enemies, lovers, rivals..."

A cruel rationality shone in Ron's eyes:
"Once they get used to this individualized social model, the collective consciousness in reality will seem monotonous and oppressive."

"The final stage is the wrap-up of the entire plan."

The two spoke almost simultaneously, then looked at each other and smiled.

"Create conflict and division within the virtual world, so that different Vitals support different virtual factions."

Cassandra's eyes lit up with excitement:
"This divergence will gradually be reflected in reality, dividing their collective consciousness."

"When the Vitals begin to disagree in reality over interests in the virtual world..."

Ron's voice became even lower:
“Their unified thinking matrix will begin to crack, and the power of the Star Domain Lord will be weakened as a result.”

The ingenuity of this plan impressed Cassandra.

"The most crucial point is that the entire process does not require a direct confrontation with the terrifying power of the Star Domain Lord."

There was a sense of relief in her tone:

"We avoided their areas of strength and instead attacked their weaknesses."

"Moreover, this method can be replicated."

Ron added:
"Once successfully validated on the Vital civilization, this model can be applied to other civilizations with similar characteristics."

Cassandra reassessed the strategic value of the young man before her.

"If this plan succeeds, you will become a legendary figure in the history of the wizarding civilization's conquest."

Her tone was respectful:

"A completely new mode of conquest, more efficient and less costly than traditional military conquest."

But at this point in the conversation, the atmosphere began to become heavy.

Because they all realized that this plan also carried huge risks.

"Virtual world technology is a double-edged sword."

Ron's expression turned serious:
"If things get out of control, it could backfire on our own civilization, especially if wizards also become addicted to the virtual world..."

"And then there's the Star Domain Lord's counterattack."

Cassandra added:
"Once it realizes the threat, it could directly destroy the infrastructure of the virtual world. With its power, this would not be difficult."

"The internal divisions within the expeditionary force are also a problem."

Worry showed in her eyes:

"Elizabeth and Melvis may also use this plan to protect their own interests."

Ron gave Cassandra a deep look:
"Therefore, implementing this plan requires absolute secrecy and precise timing control."

"Only a very few people will know the whole story, and it must be completed before the internal conflicts within the expeditionary force fully erupt."

The two fell into a brief silence.

Although he had proposed a seemingly perfect solution, Ron was not entirely at peace with himself.

He clearly understood the essence of this plan:

"This is actually a spiritual 'soft massacre' of a civilization."

He pondered silently in his heart:

"Although the Vitals were enemies, their collective consciousness was also a unique form of civilization."

"If the plan succeeds, it means that a civilization that has lasted for tens of thousands of years will be completely wiped out."

"And I will be the originator of this new mode of conquest."

Realizing this, a wave of indescribable emotions welled up inside me.

There is pride in one's own wisdom, but also concern about the unknown consequences and a vague understanding of certain boundaries.

But in this dog-eat-dog world, survival is often more important than morality.

"Every civilization has its own way of surviving."

Ron defended himself in his mind:

"None of this would have happened if they hadn't been in our way."

Cassandra seemed to sense his inner turmoil and spoke up first:

“Compassion is a luxury in this universe.”

Everything we do is for the sake of continuation and development; this is a choice that every intelligent species must face.

"Moreover, this method is much more benevolent than direct military conquest."

At least the Vitals won't feel pain; they will evolve gradually in happiness.

Cassandra then steered the conversation back to the implementation level.

"How long will it take to complete the specific technical details?"

"The basic architecture will take about six months."

Ron began calculating the specific timeline:

"But to make it realistic and engaging enough, it would take at least ten years of meticulous design."

"It's too long."

Cassandra frowned:

“The internal divisions within the expeditionary force cannot wait that long; I need to see initial results within three months.”

"We can consider implementing it in phases."

Ron proposed a compromise:
"First, create a simplified version to verify its basic feasibility. Then, continuously improve and expand it during implementation."

"That's definitely more realistic."

Cassandra's expression softened:
"Moreover, phased implementation can reduce risks, and adjustments can be made in a timely manner if problems arise."

Towards the end of the conversation, Cassandra raised a crucial question:
"This project requires a lot of technical support and resource investment. What kind of team do you need?" "Mainly in the area of ​​virtual world content design."

Ron pondered:

"It requires powerful computing capabilities and a stable energy supply."

Moreover, I need to completely distance myself from the issue and only provide implementation ideas.

"You should also be aware of that curse, Tower Master..."

“Lance’s curse… I understand.”

Cassandra readily agreed:
"I will assemble a dedicated research team for you to conduct detailed research."

All resources will be prioritized; you just need to plan your direction.

But a cunning glint also flashed in her eyes:

"However, in exchange, I need your assurance."

No matter what happens, this technology must not fall into the hands of other powers.

Ron understood what she meant.

Cassandra not only wanted to use this technology to solve the problems of the Vital civilization, but also wanted to make it a unique advantage for the Crown Clan.

"Of course, ownership belongs to you, since you provide all the resources."

He wisely chose to compromise:
"I only provide guidance and directional support; the specific application is entirely up to you."

This promise made Cassandra's smile even more genuine.

“Very good, our cooperation will be mutually beneficial.”

She reached out and shook hands with Ron lightly.

………………

In the private residence late at night, the magic crystal lamps emitted a gentle blue light.

Ron slowly walked into his meditation room, a daily ritual for him.

"A huge haul tonight..."

He mentally reviewed his conversation with Cassandra and the results of that extraordinary divination:

"Not only did they find a way to deal with the Vital civilization, they also benefited from Cassandra's conquest."

But as his excitement subsided, a subtle sense of unease began to spread through his mind.

Ron never believed in free lunches.

Any great gain is often accompanied by a corresponding price.

Especially when it comes to beings like the King of Absurdity, one must be extra careful.

"Given the character of the King of Absurdity, every one of his 'gifts' possesses a strong paradoxical quality..."

Ron slowly sat down and began to recall the bizarre aspects of the "Paradox Dice" incident that day:

The dice popped out automatically despite the seal, the numbers on the surface changed wildly, spacetime was slightly distorted, and finally, there was that infinitely repeating "6"...

Every detail reveals a strangeness that defies common sense.

"Today's benefits are indeed plentiful, but fortune and misfortune are intertwined... What will be the corresponding 'misfortune'?"

This thought sent a chill down his spine.

The King of Absurdity once hinted that his treasures all had two sides.

While providing great help to users, it can also bring unexpected troubles.

Moreover, the level of trouble is often proportional to the degree of help provided.

The paradoxical dice have provided such immense help today, but the corresponding cost will likely be substantial as well.

"We must remain vigilant..."

Ron took a deep breath and began to meditate.

The practice of "The Star Eater's Whispers" requires the meditator's consciousness to delve into the deepest part of the star field and establish a connection with those ancient and powerful beings.

After breaking through to the Moon-level, his "Intelligence Triangle" has become completely stable.

The deep silver light of Hermit Star, the warm golden glow of Scholar Star, and the composite spectrum of Observer Star—three distinct forces—form a perfect balance.

Tonight, he plans to continue exploring deeper into the star systems based on this solid foundation.

Consciousness, like a diver, plunges into the depths of the spiritual realm.

The sense of reality gradually fades away, replaced by an endless starry sky and ocean.

Within this star field of consciousness, he could sense the aura of countless ancient beings.

Some are as gentle as a spring breeze, some as cold as ice, and some are even tinged with extreme madness.

"The connections within the intellectual triangle are deepening..."

Ron felt a surge of satisfaction as he listened to the power feedback from the three stars.

Each meditation session allows this connection to become stronger and more effective.

The Hermit Star endowed him with the ability to think deeply, making complex problems clear and solvable in his presence;

Scholar Star provides a vast reserve of knowledge, with various theories and skills emerging like a wellspring of water;
The Observer Star grants extraordinary insight, enabling it to see beyond appearances and reach the essence.

The fusion of the three powers allowed his consciousness to reach even more distant star regions.

But just as he was about to delve deeper, a familiar yet dangerous intuition was suddenly triggered.

It was a warning from the depths of the soul, like a sharp alarm echoing in consciousness.

"This feeling……"

Ron's heart suddenly raced, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He had experienced this kind of danger warning once before.

That was during the Morning Star period, after a complete link was established with the first star, "Hermit Star".

"Something is approaching, could it be..."

He forced himself to remain calm, carefully sensing the unusual changes in his consciousness space.

Sure enough, some tiny cracks began to appear at the edge of the consciousness space.

These cracks were as fine as hair, yet they exuded a chilling, alien aura.

The edges of the crack were unnaturally jagged, as if it had been forcibly torn open by some kind of sharp claws.

As he observed, the cracks continued to widen slowly, and a low breathing sound could be heard emanating from them.

"Time Hound..."

Ron gradually realized the true nature of the threat.

Time hounds feed on abnormal fluctuations in time and have a particular fondness for tracking down those who have left deep traces in spacetime.

During today's divination process, the spacetime distortion created by the paradoxical dice clearly caught their attention.

"Damn it... is this the price?"

He gritted his teeth and began to mobilize all his mental energy for defense.

The cracks grew larger and larger, and strange eyeballs kept scanning inward.

These eyeballs have no eyelids, and their pupils have a strange spiral structure, as if they are searching for something.

When the "gaze" of one of the eyeballs swept across Ron's core consciousness, he felt his entire mental world tremble.

The feeling of being stared at is like being locked in time itself.

Then, more cracks began to appear.

Not only at the edge of the consciousness space, but also inside the "intellectual triangle" tiny gaps began to appear.

The Time Hound is attempting to invade his mental core directly through these gaps.

If it were just one like last time, it would be fine, but this time it's clearly a huge flock, exponentially increasing the danger level...

Ron tried his best to maintain his mental defenses, but the Timehound's tracking ability far exceeded his expectations.

These entities seem to be able to pinpoint the location of the disturbance source by following the traces of spacetime fluctuations.

The spacetime distortion created by the Paradox Dice today is like a torch lit in the darkness, pointing the way for them.

Worse still, as the crack widened, the aura emanating from it grew stronger and stronger.

"We must find a way to solve this..."

Ron forced himself to think rationally, analyzing the current predicament.

(End of this chapter)