Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 455 Self-Intercourse?

Ron stared at the strange sight in the courtyard, and a rather peculiar thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He recalled the tender expression on Sheena's face when she introduced the plants—"They are all my children."

And now, this "loving mother" is engaging in the most primal union with her "flesh and blood son".

"What is this? A mother and the child she created..."

This idea struck like a lightning bolt, piercing through the alluring fog of the mind.

In that instant, Ron's reason regained its advantage.

"Is this a biological form of self-reproduction, or an ethical...major family ethical battle?"

"From a purely biological perspective, asexual reproduction is the norm in the plant kingdom."

Ferns reproduce themselves through spores, and vines expand their territory through rhizomes…

He mentally described the ritual he had just witnessed using the most tedious biological terminology:

"What Ms. Sheena is doing may just be a higher form of 'vegetative reproduction'."

"By fusing with organisms they cultivate, they can achieve direct exchange and optimization of genetic information..."

This deliberate academic interpretation has turned what was originally a disturbing scene into something comical.

"Or, from another perspective, this looks more like a gardener fertilizing his beloved potted plants?"

"But instead of ordinary fertilizer, it used its own...life essence?"

He imagined what it would be like to broadcast this scene in a completely objective tone:
"What we are seeing now is a researcher from the Tree of Life school conducting the 2333rd symbiosis experiment with the flesh vine numbered BT-0721."

The experiment aims to verify the feasibility of hybridization between wizards and plants, with expected results including increased lifespan, enhanced disease resistance, and…

The more formal and academic the description, the more diluted the spiritual erosion effect is.

Those images, originally full of temptation and decadence, are transformed into a kind of surrealist performance art in this deconstructive thinking game.

"The scholars of the Tree of Life school truly have unique insights into 'interspecies friendship'..."

Ron continued this darkly humorous monologue in his mind:
"No wonder they are called 'friends of life,' this friendship is indeed deeper than most people imagine."

When a psychological threat is transformed into a pure lame joke, its danger is completely eliminated.

Ron suddenly remembered the warnings the King of Absurdity had given him.

The world needs absurdity and jokes; madness and rationality are not absolute opposites.

Now, he suddenly felt a strong sense of identification with the concept of that being.

At this very moment, I am also using this kind of joking and banter.

It completely deconstructs the scene of mental pollution that we just witnessed from a perspective of dark humor.

"Absurdity is indeed the best companion of reason."

Ron marveled inwardly at the profound wisdom of the King of Absurdity:
"When reality becomes too heavy and distorted, reinterpreting it from an absurd perspective can actually help us see the essence of things."

"Although Sheena's theory sounds profound, in the end it is nothing more than using complicated packaging to cover up simple desires."

A thirst for power, a relentless pursuit of pushing boundaries, and an ambition to control others.

Through this psychological protection mechanism, Ron successfully freed himself from the effects of mental erosion.

The decadent atmosphere that was originally so alluring has lost all its threatening nature under the absurd interpretation.

………………

After fully recovering from the shock of the ritual, he began to think more deeply.

He drew parallels to the history of the "Tree of Life" school of thought.

Before the "Eternal Plague" event, this school was known for its two pillars—"Life Science" and "Necroscience".

The plague originated from the out-of-control research in necrology, leading to a complete ban on necrology.

The researchers involved were either executed or exiled to a desolate corner of another world.

But a question arose in Ron's mind:
"Would a school of thought that once brought both disciplines to their peak really abandon half of its heritage just because of a ban?"

He recalled the various details he had just observed:

The way those fleshy vines are constructed is significantly different from traditional life modification techniques.

In particular, the technique of fusing dead tissue with living plants clearly goes beyond the scope of pure life science.

"Perhaps they haven't given up, but have simply disguised and integrated the achievements of necronomics into the shell of 'the art of life'."

This speculation both excited and alarmed Ron.

"Life and death are two sides of the same coin, and the Tree of Life school understands this better than anyone else..."

Ron recalled the descriptions of necromancy in The Complete Explanation of the Supernatural.

The theories about the "principle of life and death" and the "memory materialization hypothesis" bear a striking resemblance to Sheena's plant network technology.

"If my guess is correct, then Sheena's performance tonight was not just about corrupting me..."

She may be testing his receptiveness to necronomical knowledge in preparation for deeper "cooperation" in the future.

This understanding gave Ron a clearer strategy for his future interactions.

If she truly possesses the lost necromancy techniques, then her threat level would be at least one level higher.

Moreover, the Tree of Life School's immense power in the Shifting Sands provided perfect cover for this secret research.

"It seems that today's departure plan needs to be made more urgent."

He began to devise a more detailed escape strategy in his mind.

………………

As the first rays of sunlight touched the Fountain of Life, Ron deliberately activated the communication equipment in the room.

Before he could act, he wanted to make Hina understand that she was not a lone traveler without any support.

The first person they contacted was Cassandra, who was far away on the front lines in another world.

When the witch's slightly weary projection appeared in the room, Ron immediately noticed the deep-seated mania in her eyes.

"Ron? Is there something urgent that you're contacting me so early?"

Cassandra's tone was relatively mild, but her impatience was still evident.

"Master, I just wanted to report on the itinerary."

Ron feigned a respectful demeanor:
"The academic exchange with the Sand Sea School was more fruitful than expected. I may need to stay for another week or so beyond the original two-week exchange period."

"Another week?"

Cassandra frowned, her purple eyes flashing with displeasure:

“Ron, I hope you haven’t forgotten the project we discussed before. The technical team is already waiting for your further guidance.”

Although her words were euphemistic, the threat was obvious.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, Tower Master."

Ron quickly replied:

"It is precisely because this exchange involves some related technologies that I hope to gain a deeper understanding, as this knowledge is very valuable to our project."

Cassandra thought for a moment, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes eased slightly:
"In that case, I'll give you another ten days. But remember, the project's progress cannot be affected by this."

"in addition……"

Her tone became more serious:

"The situation in the Shifting Sands is quite complex, with various forces deeply entrenched in their power. If you encounter any trouble, contact me immediately."

Although the words were brief, Ron could sense the underlying concern.

Although Cassandra is ruthless, she is still very concerned about the safety of her "partner".

"Understood, Tower Master. I will be careful."

After the communication ended, Ron immediately contacted his second target—Professor Yutel at the Abyss Observatory.

When the old professor's phantom appeared, a kind smile immediately appeared on his face:

"Ron, you're awake so early? Are you adjusting well to life in the quicksand?"

That heartfelt concern stood in stark contrast to Cassandra's utilitarian attitude.

"Of course, Professor. The academic atmosphere here is indeed very strong, and I have learned a lot of valuable things."

Ron's words also shed those deliberate pretenses:

"Is there anything urgent at the observation station that requires my attention?"

"No no."

Yutel waved his hand:
"I've almost finished preparing the materials for the historical infiltration ritual, and we can begin whenever I return."

At this point, the old professor's eyes revealed a deeper meaning:

"However, the water is quite deep in the quicksand area."

The research directions of those older schools of thought sometimes involve...controversial areas.

"If you encounter a situation that makes you uncomfortable, remember that leaving is always the wisest choice."

“I will remember your words, Professor.”

Ron nodded in acknowledgment, feeling deeply warmed by the old professor's concern.

The last person they contacted was the great wizard Vinard.

When this hot-tempered alchemist appeared in the communications, the background was a bustling mechanical factory.

"Ron! You finally remembered to contact me!" Vinard's voice boomed like thunder:

"I heard you've broken through to the Moon-level? That's great! Come help me right away!"

"Great Wizard Vinard, I may need some more time..."

"What do you need? Nothing at all!" Vinard rudely interrupted him.
"I have a very large project that's at a critical stage, and we're desperately short of someone like you! You need to be here within six months!"

"But I still have some here in the quicksand..."

"The land of quicksand? I remember that area was..."

Vinard's tone suddenly turned dangerous:

"You mean that's the place those perverts from the Tree of Life sect like the most? Ron, get out of there immediately!"

"The things those guys are researching are not things that normal people should be exposed to!"

Especially that crazy woman, Ashe; her experiments have long since crossed the line!

This direct warning is more blatant than the subtle reminders of the previous two.

Vinard clearly had a deep understanding of the true nature of the Tree of Life school.

“I will be careful, Great Wizard.”

Ron outwardly accepted it, but inwardly he became even more certain of his suspicions.

"I will definitely report to you within six months."

"It better be so!"

Vinard abruptly ended the call.

………………

The contents of these conversations were all recorded word for word by the plant monitoring devices that were installed throughout the room.

Ron deliberately chose to conduct these communications in the early morning so that Sheena would fully understand the strength of her "backing".

The three supporters are all at the level of great wizards, each representing the highest level of influence in the wizarding world.

Cassandra's political power, Yutel's academic prestige, and Vinard's technical authority.

Such a combination is enough to make any force think twice before acting.

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, there was a soft knock on the guest room door.

“Instructor Ralph, may I come in?”

Sheena's voice sounded gentler than yesterday, with an added hint of cautious probing.

“Of course, Elder Sheena.”

The door slowly opened, and Sheena appeared in the doorway.

She looked even more radiant than the night before, but her otherworldly aura was also more pronounced.

Emerald green veins flowed beneath her skin like living water, and her oval pupils shimmered with the unique vitality of plants in the morning light.

But she clearly put on some disguise and did not exhibit any more obvious inhuman abnormalities.

At least on the surface, they can still maintain the basic image of human women.

How did you sleep last night?

Her attitude became much more restrained, no longer possessing the overt and covert coercion of yesterday.

Instead, there is an almost professional politeness and a sense of distance.

"Very good, thank you very much for your thoughtful arrangements."

Ron feigned satisfaction:
"The environment of Vitality Spring is indeed unique and impressive."

Sheena keenly noticed the subtle change in his words.

"That's good."

She casually sat down on the vine chair in the room:
"However, I'm a little curious, what does Instructor Ralph think about last night's... unusual phenomenon?"

This is clearly a probing question.

Sheena wanted to understand Ron's level of acceptance of the corruption ritual in order to determine the feasibility of further action.

"Special phenomenon?"

Ron feigned confusion:
"Are you referring to the bioluminescence effect of bioluminescent plants? That is indeed amazing; I've only ever seen similar descriptions in theoretical literature before."

"And those flowers that only bloom at night, their fragrance has a distinctly calming effect. I slept very soundly."

This deliberate misinterpretation disappointed Hina, but she was helpless to do anything about it.

But she quickly adjusted her strategy, no longer directly addressing sensitive topics.

"It seems that Lecturer Ralph also has knowledge of botany."

She changed to a safer approach:

"I noticed that you contacted several important people today, presumably elders who are concerned about your safety?"

"Yes."

Ron readily admitted:

"The tower master and the two great wizards... are very concerned about my journey, after all, there is indeed a certain degree of... uncertainty in the land of quicksand."

He deliberately emphasized "great wizard" and "uncertainty" to imply that he was not oblivious to the danger.

Sheena's pupils contracted slightly, clearly understanding the meaning of the implication.

She began to reassess the risk-benefit ratio of the action.

The disappearance of a young genius supported by three great wizards is bound to attract great attention.

Especially someone with a volatile temper like Cassandra, she might very well lead a team to "find" someone.

“Your elders really care about you.”

Hina's tone became more cautious:
"However, I believe your safety is fully guaranteed during your stay at the Fountain of Life."

“I think so too.” Ron gave a meaningful smile.

"After all, Elder Sheena is such a highly respected scholar that she would certainly not allow her guests to have any unpleasant experience."

Then, he deliberately stroked the surface of the silver pocket watch and looked at the dial.

The pointer indicates that it is now close to noon.

According to the original schedule, he should have returned to the Sand Sea School today.

"Elder Sheena, time flies." He feigned some anxiety.

"As agreed with the Sand Sea School, I must return today."

As he spoke, he took out a pre-prepared itinerary from his storage bag, which detailed all the time points:

“Dean Salamanda has arranged a follow-up academic visit for me, and if it is delayed, it may affect the entire exchange program.”

Upon hearing this, Sheena felt a surge of urgency.

She had originally planned to keep him for at least a few more days to provide more in-depth "academic guidance".

But Ron's seemingly reasonable schedule left her with no excuse to forcefully persuade him to stay.

"Are you leaving so soon?"

She tried to maintain a gentle tone, but a clear look of regret appeared in her eyes:

"I'm also ready to show you some more valuable research findings."

"I am deeply moved by your kindness."

Ron also expressed a degree of regret:
"However, academic exchanges need to be arranged in an orderly manner. Although this experience was short, it has given me a deep understanding of the ideas of the Tree of Life school."

He said softly, with a hint of anticipation:

"I believe there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future, at which time we can have more in-depth discussions."

Sheena's heart was as restless as churning seawater.

She could sense a golden opportunity slipping through her fingers, but outwardly she had to maintain an elegant demeanor.

As an elder of the Tree of Life school, her every action represents the image of the entire school.

Being too eager to keep someone will not only reveal your true intentions, but may also arouse the other party's vigilance and resentment.

"Since that's the case, I can't force you to stay."

She forced a polite smile:

"Then you should go back to your room and pack your things. I'll go prepare some small parting gifts. After all, you've come to visit me, and I can't leave without giving you something in return."

"Thank you so much, Elder Sheena."

Ron bowed politely, then turned and walked toward the guest room.

Sheena watched his figure disappear around the corner of the vine-covered corridor, her gentle expression immediately replaced by anxiety.

She walked briskly to her private study, closed the door, and began pacing back and forth in the room.

Emerald green veins flowed rapidly beneath her skin, a physiological reaction to emotional excitement.

"We can't let him leave like this..."

Sheena clenched her fists, her oval pupils flashing with resentment:

"If we miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, we don't know how long we'll have to wait to encounter it again."

(End of this chapter)