Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 481 Incompetent Fury

Ron was stunned, not immediately grasping the deeper meaning of those words:

"what do you mean……?"

"Look around, smart child."

Savis pointed to the edge of the arena with his bony finger, his tone carrying a hint of "the onlooker sees more of the game than the player":

What did you notice?

Ron looked around and suddenly realized an important detail that he had completely overlooked.

Those participants who belong to the core factions:
Baroque, other elite members of the Burning Scale Clan, tribal chiefs of the Native Alliance, and even some powerful lone wolves, all vanished.

In the entire arena, apart from the twisted aggregate and some completely irrational parasites, only a few of them remained conscious.

"They...have they all escaped?"

"It wasn't an escape, it was teleported out."

Savis corrected him, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering even more intensely:

"These elite personnel from various factions all carried emergency escape mechanisms prepared by their elders."

When the ritual begins to spiral out of control and the threat level exceeds acceptable limits, these survival mechanisms will automatically activate, teleporting important personnel to a pre-designated safe zone.

Edwin suddenly realized, and the color of the lava armor surface brightened with excitement:
"I understand! These survivors who successfully escaped will tell their elders and representatives of powerful forces outside everything that happened inside!"

"That's right, even though you're big, you're quite clever too."

Savis nodded approvingly:
"The truth about the Burning Scale Clan's bloodline has been completely revealed, and they are now in a state of extreme shame and anger."

A system of glory built on lies for thousands of years collapsed overnight.

"The elite of the Native Alliance were almost completely wiped out, and the remaining tribal leaders must be furious."

They will realize that they have been used as expendable resources in this death trap.

Savives' tone became more evocative and resonant:

"And your dean must have already contacted the forces behind you through emergency communication channels."

Ron's eyes lit up as he understood the true meaning behind Sir Soul's words.

They certainly didn't need to use their meager strength to fight against this terrifying ritual that was beyond their comprehension.

The real "saviors" were waiting outside the arena from the very beginning.

………………

Outside the arena, in the observation deck area.

Salamanda stood on the Sand Sea School's dedicated observation platform, her face as gloomy as the clouds before a storm.

Black smoke billowed from his nostrils, carrying the acrid smell of sulfur—a direct physiological manifestation of extreme anger.

As a powerful Dark Sun-level wizard with semi-elemental bloodline, Salamander's emotions often directly affect the surrounding ambient temperature.

The temperature on the observation platform has now risen to nearly ten degrees Celsius, and some fragile decorations are beginning to show signs of overheating and deformation.

Leonardo DiCaprio, the "scalpel," still sat on the chairman's platform of the Tree of Life School, a professional, hypocritical smile on his face.

But Salamander could clearly see the smug look on the guy's face behind his glasses.

That sense of satisfaction is like that of a mastermind who has successfully carried out a fraud scheme.

"Leonardo!"

Salamanda's voice boomed like thunder, the sheer volume causing the entire observatory to vibrate slightly.
"What the hell are you guys doing? This isn't a competition, it's a large-scale live experiment!"

Leonardo calmly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone remaining scholarly and refined:
"Dean Salamander, please don't get so agitated."

Academic research always requires some... innovative methodologies.

Traditional research models are no longer sufficient to meet our need for a deeper exploration of the essence of life.

“Innovation?”

Salamander pointed to the horrific scene displayed in the crystal, her voice hoarse with anger:
"You call it innovation when you turn living students into twisted monsters?"
You call using triple lunar eclipses for large-scale soul harvesting academic research?

His fingers traced fiery paths in the air:
"Leonardo, you have crossed the line!"
Such behavior would be defined as a crime against humanity in any legitimate wizarding organization!

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, a commotion arose from the viewing platform of the Burning Scale Clan.

Baroque was helped out of the teleportation array by several of his clansmen who had also successfully escaped.

His condition was extremely poor, to the point that it was almost unbearable to look at.

The face presents a distorted and segmented effect reminiscent of surrealist painting.

The left half retains the handsome face of a human youth, with smooth skin and deep eyes;
The right half was completely covered by golden-red dragon scales, and its pupils burned with a ferocious, beast-like light.

At the same time, the pride and confidence that Baroque once had completely vanished from his eyes.

That natural sense of superiority from being a dragon-blooded nobleman completely disappeared.

Instead, there was deep confusion, pain, and a fundamental questioning of one's own nature.

"Bloodline conflict, this is a typical sign of bloodline conflict..."

An elder of the Burning Scales clan said in a trembling voice:
"The alteration of bloodlines and the original human bloodlines caused a fundamental rejection reaction within the body..."

The clan chief's face turned ashen.

If even a bloodline heir like Baroque, hailed as a "once-in-a-century" figure, can experience such a conflict.

So their entire clan's bloodline purification ritual, which they had been so proud of for thousands of years, was...

"Immediately contact all bloodline scholars within the clan!"

The clan chief forced himself to remain calm and issued a series of emergency orders:
"Initiate the 'bloodline testing' ceremony to conduct bloodline analysis on all members of the clan!"
Furthermore, in preparing the 'genealogy reconstruction' agreement, we need to reassess the entire family's succession system!

But everyone present knew that these remedial measures came too late.

The prestige that the Burningscale Clan has built up over thousands of years as "pure-blooded dragons" may very well be shattered tonight.

However, other ancient families that also use "bloodline enhancement" technology will likely face similar trust crises.

………………

The viewing area of ​​the Indigenous Alliance presented a different kind of chaos.

The survivors who successfully escaped the arena brought back nightmarish firsthand intelligence.

The scenes they described instilled a deep-seated fear and anger in all the listeners.

"We've been completely deceived!"

The chieftain of the Sandwalker tribe roared in fury, but his voice carried more despair than anger:
"This is not a competition for honor, but a meticulously designed slaughterhouse!"

Our warriors, the finest young men of our tribe, were sacrificed as experimental subjects!

"Those wizards..."

The shaman of the Wind Whisperer tribe added in a trembling voice:
“They never treated us as equal participants from the beginning.”

In their eyes, we 'natives' are merely expendable resources for obtaining experimental data, like...like lab rats!

What's even more heartbreaking are the survivors who witnessed their companions being transformed, devoured, and twisted into monsters.

Their eyes have lost their basic trust in the outside world.

Some young soldiers even exhibited symptoms of stress-induced psychological trauma, making it impossible for them to have normal conversations and think.

"Nearly 90% of the elite warriors... all became 'nutrients' for that terrifying aggregate..."

The elder of the Stoneheart tribe concluded in a voice as heavy as stone:
“The elites that our tribes have spent decades cultivating have been wiped out overnight…” He couldn’t continue, because the scale of this loss was enough to completely destroy several small and medium-sized tribes.

But just as the indigenous alliance's anger was about to reach a breaking point, a suffocating sense of oppression suddenly descended from the sky.

The feeling was as if the entire sky had suddenly pressed down, making all the creatures present instinctively sense the threat of death.

The projection of "Bright-Eyed Daughter" Serafina has already appeared above the viewing platform of the Indigenous Alliance.

But all the natives who felt this oppressive aura, whether they were chieftains, shamans, or ordinary warriors, involuntarily knelt down on the ground.

They cannot even function properly in the basic function of maintaining an upright posture.

“My dear children, please don’t get so agitated.”

Serafina's voice is as gentle as a mother's lullaby:
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the fundamental laws of nature. Your people are able to contribute to an even greater academic cause at this special time..."

Her gaze swept over the kneeling natives:
"This kind of honor is a precious opportunity that not every ordinary person can obtain."

You should be proud of them, not wallow in this narrow-minded, painful feeling.

A terrifying sense of oppression bound all the natives like invisible chains, making them afraid to even utter a word of rebuttal.

Before the Great Wizard, these tribal chiefs, who couldn't even reach the Dark Sun/Star Ring level, were as hopeless as ants looking up at an elephant.

Anger still burned in everyone's heart, and a sense of humiliation gnawed at their self-esteem like a venomous snake.

But they could only dare to be angry but not speak out, burying all their hatred and pain deep in their hearts.

Seeing this, Salamanda realized with crystal clarity that she had fallen into a meticulously woven, enormous trap.

The Tree of Life school clearly anticipated all possible opposition.

Perhaps they are using this opportunity to test the bottom line and reaction patterns of all parties.

"Damn those old foxes..."

Salamanda cursed inwardly, but reason forced him to suppress his impulsive emotions.

With the power of a Dark Sun-level wizard, trying to fight against the entire Tree of Life School is like throwing an egg against a rock.

Moreover, Serafina's projection alone was enough to make him feel immense pressure.

If the real body were to descend, he would likely have no choice but to flee.

Salamanda, a seasoned veteran who has lived for hundreds of years, clearly understands that anger is a luxury, while reason is the cornerstone of survival.

He quickly sifted through his mind for potential sources of help.

Although Professor Utter had been kind to him as a teacher, the old professor was old and had rarely been involved in these specific matters for nearly a century.

Faced with such a terrible crisis involving the struggle of multiple forces, what is needed is timely intervention by the authorities and military deterrence, not appeals of prestige.

He decided to contact Cassandra directly.

As the core leader of the conquest faction, and the current head of the Crown Clan.

Cassandra undoubtedly possesses the strength and status to confront any major power head-on.

Moreover, her style of doing things has always been simple and direct, and she is not bound by various political considerations.

………………

Far away on the front lines in another world, Cassandra is currently sitting at the tactical table in the temporary command center, intently studying the virtualization scheme of the Vital civilization.

Ron's "peaceful evolution" strategy gave her a great opportunity to resolve the internal division crisis within the expeditionary force at minimal cost.

The technical team is working day and night to develop the system, and there are exciting new developments every day.

When the communication crystal suddenly emitted a blinding red light, Cassandra's first reaction was impatience.

She has just found the key to building a virtual world and is in the golden moment of inspiration.

"What is it? I've already said, unless it's a direct threat at the level of a Grand Wizard, don't disturb my work hours."

Without looking up, she continued to mark the key parameters on the design drawings.

Salamander's projection slowly coalesced in the center of the room, his expression a mixture of anger and anxiety:

"Lord Tower, a serious and sudden crisis has occurred in the Shifting Sands! The Tree of Life School is conducting large-scale illegal experiments!"

"The Tree of Life School?"

Cassandra finally raised her head, but her expression remained as cold as ice:
"Didn't those guys already contact us through proper channels?"
They said they wanted to conduct some innovative 'life science research'.

She quickly recalled the relevant conversation in her mind.

More than a year ago, the Tree of Life School sent an envoy to submit a research request to the higher-ups of the Crystal Spire.

Although the wording was vague, the gist was that they hoped to gain understanding and support in certain "sensitive areas".

In exchange, they promised to share a portion of their research findings with the conquerors.

"Master Tower, this is definitely not just ordinary academic research!"

Salamanda's voice trembled slightly with urgency:
"They used innocent contestants as experimental subjects, subjecting them to live modification and consciousness fusion!"

Dozens have already died, and many more have been twisted into monsters that can no longer be called human!

Cassandra frowned, but her tone remained rational:
"Death is the norm in the wizarding world."

Salamanda, you don't seem like the kind of person who gets so emotional over the loss of dozens of lives.

"Around the Guangshahai School, surely more than just these few dozen people die every month?"

She was weighing the options in her mind.

Although the Tree of Life School suffered a significant decline in strength after the "Eternal Plague" incident.

But even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse; it still has a complex and intricate network of relationships behind it.

On the other hand, they had indeed previously made offerings to themselves through procedures, requesting that they be free from interference in certain sensitive research areas.

From a broader perspective, the Tree of Life School had long since established a tacit understanding with the contemporary "ruling" Absurd King, as well as other Witch Kings and top Grand Wizards.

Although the Tree of Life School is currently weak, they were once backed by a Witch King.

Unfortunately, the Witch King perished in his struggle with the "King of the Evening Bell" for a higher level of advancement.

After the King of Evening Bells successfully transformed into "the end of death".

Due to the inherent superiority of the victors, the Tree of Life school was merely suppressed and marginalized.

This is also the fundamental reason why this school of thought can only seek breakthroughs through such extreme means.

But as the saying goes, even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't die easily.

Unless absolutely necessary, Cassandra does not want to provoke such a glorious and profound ancient school of thought.

Especially when the other party has already taken the initiative to "pay tribute" to show respect.

"Tower Master!"

Salamanda was practically roaring, the despair in her voice impossible to conceal:
"Ron, whom your teacher Professor Yutel sent, is also inside!"

He is currently being besieged by that terrifying aggregate of dozens of resurrected beings! His life is in imminent danger!

These words were like flipping a switch.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Cassandra's hand, which had been casually flipping through technical documents while on the phone, froze in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)