Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 491 The Blessing of Apocalypse

The following evening, Professor Utter stood in the center of the ceremonial platform.

"Ron, a historian's career change is fundamentally different from other extraordinary professions."

The old professor's voice echoed softly in the enclosed room:

"It's not just the acquisition of power that brings about a leap forward in our way of thinking."

From this day forward, you will be able to examine the world's past, present, and future from a completely new perspective.

Ron nodded and gently placed the crystal box containing the "canine tooth" in the center of the ceremonial platform.

The moment the box was opened, an ancient aura emanating from the depths of time immediately filled the air.

The canine teeth are a deep, inky black, with fine, spiderweb-like silver patterns covering their surface.

"This canine tooth came from an elite Timehound."

Yutel began to explain in detail the origin of this precious material:

"That hound had reached an elite level by the middle of the Second Age and had preyed on dozens of wizards who attempted to interfere with history."

Its canine teeth contain the essence of historical fragments, which will form the basis for your historical awareness.

The old professor slowly paced around the ceremonial platform:
"But remember, child."

Time is one of the most dangerous forces in the universe.

It will test everyone who tries to master it.

As Yutel's incantation resounded, the time runes in the ritual room began to light up one by one.

“Chronos venit ad nos” (Time comes to us)
“Memoria fluunt ut aqua” (Memories flow like water)
"Veritas in tempore revelatur" (The truth is revealed in time)

As the magic circle was fully activated, the canine teeth began to undergo astonishing changes.

The silver patterns on the surface suddenly lit up, like a lit fuse, and the light traveled along a complex path across the surface of the canine tooth.

At the same time, Ron's silver pocket watch also resonated strongly.

The three pointers on the surface began to spin wildly, emitting a faint ticking sound, perfectly synchronized with the pulsation of the canine teeth.

"An interesting phenomenon of resonance"

Yutel keenly sensed this anomaly, but did not intervene:
"It seems that the time-related item you have is connected to this canine tooth in some way."

Just as the ritual reached its crucial stage, Ron's consciousness was suddenly pulled by a tremendous force.

It was not gentle guidance, but a malicious suction like an abyss.

His vision blurred instantly, and then he found himself in a strange realm of consciousness.

Here, there are no physical laws to bind you; time and space both exhibit a fluid, liquid-like quality.

A silver river of light meandered through the void, each ray carrying the echoes of countless historical fragments.

In the center of this realm of consciousness, a gigantic time hound waits quietly.

It stands over five meters tall and is covered in deep black fur, as dark as the starry sky.

What is most striking is the spiky bone chain around its neck, which resembles a necklace made up of countless tiny clocks.

"Yet another fool trying to steal the power of time."

The sound of the hounds echoed in my consciousness:
"However, the aura emanating from you seems somewhat familiar."

Its four eyes were focused on Ron at the same time, making it difficult to discern the wizard's true nature.

As it sized up Ron, Ron was also sizing it up.

It could speak... but considering that this was an elite hunting dog that had been through countless years of trials, it wasn't too surprising to him.

Since he's a veteran elite, he should know Erica, right?

“I am Sakron, the captain of ‘Team Thirty-Six’. I have been swimming in the river of time while you short-lived races were still playing in the mud.”

The hound paced slowly:

"Little wizard, tell me your origins. Why do you have the aura of 'that woman'?"

Ron immediately realized that the other person was referring to Erica.

The silver pocket watch trembled slightly against his chest, as if sensing some deep-seated memory of fear.

"As expected, you know the Clock King Erica."

Ron didn't try to hide it; instead, he chose a more direct strategy:

"This pocket watch once belonged to her."

These words struck Sakran like a thunderbolt.

The elite hunting dog's body suddenly stiffened.

The light in their four eyes became extremely unstable, as if they were recalling some terrible past event.

"No, impossible. That demon should already be..."

Sakran's voice began to tremble, and a clear crack appeared in his authoritative demeanor:
"I witnessed her disappearance during the Great Cataclysm of the Second Era; how could any of her relics possibly have survived?"

Ron keenly sensed this fear and began to apply further pressure:
"You're right, Erica is indeed gone."

But her legacy continues in this world.

He slowly raised the silver pocket watch, and the Erica mark on its surface began to emit a cold, silvery light:
"Furthermore, I think you should be aware of the recent changes that have occurred within the hound population."

A new dog king hasn't appeared in a long time, has it?

These words were like the last straw, completely breaking down Sackran's psychological defenses.

As a survivor of the previous Dog King's era, Sackrun naturally knew about the current Dog King's situation.

Upon sensing Erica's presence, the coward immediately chose to flee, even abandoning the management of his tribe.

"What...what did you do to the Dog King?"

Sakran's voice grew more uneasy; the experience of the ancients allowed him to quickly deduce the truth of the matter.

“Nothing much,” Ron replied casually.

"It simply made a wise choice. Just like you now, you should also make the right judgment."

The atmosphere in the realm of consciousness became extremely tense.

Sackran's reason and instinct were locked in a fierce struggle:
As a time hound, it has a strong hunting instinct, targeting any outsider who dares to venture into the river of time;
But as a survivor of the Erika massacre, it also felt a deep fear of that terrifying force.

"Times have changed, Saxon."

Ron continued to apply psychological pressure:

"Continuing to cling to outdated hostile relations will do neither of us any good."

But if we can establish some kind of cooperative relationship, the situation will be completely different.

This suggestion made Sackran begin to hesitate.

It has lived for countless years and witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations.

In its long life, it learned an important lesson:
Survival of the fittest, extinction of the stubborn.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable for the Timehounds.

The disappearance of the Dog King plunged the clan into chaos, and the appearance of Erica's successor only made matters worse.

If an agreement could be reached with this young wizard, it might be possible to find a new path to survival for oneself and even the entire race.

"what do you want?"

Sakran finally spoke, the hostility in his voice completely gone:

"If it's just basic time perception, I can consider offering assistance. But if you want more..."

“My request is very simple.” Ron didn’t press too hard:

"Help me complete this job change ceremony, provide me with some knowledge about the nature of time, and, if necessary, provide me with some intelligence support."

"In exchange, I can guarantee that I will not actively hunt the Time Hounds under your jurisdiction, and may even provide some protection when appropriate."

This proposed deal perfectly embodies the core principle of the wizarding world: everything is negotiable, and everything has a price.

Sackran carefully weighed the pros and cons of the proposal.

From a rational perspective, it would be unwise to antagonize Erica's successors.

The power that woman displayed back then still sends chills down its spine even now when it is recalled.

On the other hand, the Timehound pack does indeed need a strong ally to get through the current predicament.

"I need a more specific guarantee."

A cunning glint was flashing in Sackran's eyes (if that arc could be called an eye):
“A mere verbal promise is meaningless in the face of beings at our level.”

Ron nodded; this cautious attitude was entirely within his expectations. He slowly extended his right hand, and the chain of the silver pocket watch began to extend, forming a rune in his palm:
"Then let's establish a time contract."

Those who breach the contract will be punished by time itself.

Upon seeing the rune pattern, Sakran nodded knowingly, completely losing his will to resist.

"You truly are her successor." The hound lowered its head.
“I accept your offer, Erica’s successor.”

It opened its gaping maw, and a canine tooth, radiating the pure essence of time, slowly flew out.

This is not the dead object used in the previous ceremony, but a real canine tooth peeled off from a living Sakran.

"This is my identity token, and also a testament to our contract."

Saqlan's voice became formal and solemn:
"With this canine tooth, you can summon my projection in the river of time."

Whenever and wherever you face a time-related threat, I will answer the call.

"In addition, there are other young hounds in the pack who are unaware of the historical truth."

If you need to practice your hunting skills, I can provide you with accurate location information.

Since we cannot stop the reckless behavior of young hunting dogs, we should guide their impulses in a direction that is beneficial to the pack.

Anyway, these guys won't listen to its orders, and it doesn't care whether they live or die, that's what Sakron thought.

“A very reasonable arrangement.” Ron accepted the canine tooth with satisfaction. “I look forward to our future cooperation.”

The moment the contract was reached, the realm of consciousness began to slowly dissipate.

Sakran's figure gradually became transparent, but its voice remained clearly conveyed:

"Remember, young successor. Time is the fairest judge, and also the cruelest executor."

Make good use of the power you are given, but never try to betray time itself.

When Ron’s consciousness returned to the real world, Professor Yutel was watching his condition closely.

From the outside, Ron simply stood quietly in front of the ceremonial platform.

However, his mental state fluctuated extremely violently, clearly indicating that he was undergoing some kind of profound test.

"It seems you have passed the test of time." The old professor breathed a sigh of relief.

“I can sense that your current state is completely different.”

Indeed, with the integration of Sackran's canine teeth, Ron's entire sensory system underwent a fundamental change.

Time is no longer an abstract concept, but a tangible reality that can be felt.

He can "see" the traces of time on every item and "hear" the echoes of historical events.

As the job change ceremony progressed, an even more magnificent scene began to unfold in Ron's consciousness.

Unlike the scattered historical fragments he had seen before, this time he was witnessing a complete epic of civilization.

The "Golden Age" of the Second Age slowly unfolded before his eyes.

That was a glorious period when a wizarding civilization reached the pinnacle of its technology.

Countless magnificent cities float in the sky, each a perfect blend of art and magic.

These cities are living organisms that can automatically adjust their structure and function according to the needs of their residents.

The magic track connects different cities like a rainbow, allowing ordinary people to travel freely between the clouds.

In that era, distance was no longer an obstacle; anyone could travel across the entire continent in a single day.

What impressed him most was the "knowledge-sharing network" that was spread all over the world.

From birth, everyone is connected to this vast network of consciousness, instantly gaining access to the accumulated wisdom of the entire civilization.

Problems that have plagued humanity for millennia, such as disease, hunger, and ignorance, have been completely solved through the power of the internet.

Farmers can use "growth-promoting arrays" to make crops mature in a single day;

Craftsmen can master their family's exquisite skills through the "skills inheritance module";

Scholars can even access all previous research findings online.

It was a true utopia, where everyone lived in a near-perfect state.

But Ron soon saw the fatal flaw hidden behind this perfection.

Wizards who relied too heavily on knowledge networks gradually lost their ability to think independently.

Why bother exploring the unknown when all the answers can be found on the internet?

Why endure the pain of failure when the network can provide the optimal solution?
Individual creativity began to shrink, and the spirit of exploration gradually disappeared.

While the entire civilization reached unprecedented heights in technology, it stagnated on a spiritual level.

Even more frightening is that the openness of the internet has allowed some extremely dangerous knowledge to spread.

Polluting information from higher dimensions spreads like a virus within the consciousness network.

Those who come into contact with the person will have their thinking forcibly distorted, and their entire personality may even be alienated.

Initially, there were only a few isolated cases, but with the widespread adoption of the internet, the scope of the pollution began to expand exponentially.

Ron saw a vision of the end of civilization:

At the same moment, countless wizards lost their minds and began to conduct all sorts of crazy experiments and rituals.

They are trying to “improve” reality itself, attempting to create a perfect world that transcends the laws of physics.

The result was a disastrous chain reaction.

Space began to tear apart, time became disordered, and the basic structure of reality teetered on the brink of collapse in the frenzied experiment.

Those beautiful cities that seemed to float in the sky fell like autumn leaves.

The knowledge network collapsed overnight, leaving people disconnected and bewildered like puppets with broken strings.

The golden age came to an end, and the wizard civilization fell from its peak to near extinction.

"I see."

Ron seemed to have gained some insight amidst the torrent of history:
"Excessive perfection is also a danger."

When a civilization loses its potential for diversity and change, it will be eliminated by the laws of the universe.

This understanding led him to rethink the current development path of wizarding civilization.

Cassandra's route of conquest, though controversial, at least preserved the vitality and enterprising spirit of civilization.

Compared to the technological stagnation of the Second Age, perhaps maintaining a certain degree of "imperfection" is a healthier choice.

[Should I immediately change my job to "Historian (3 stars)"?]

After confirming the selection, the screen gradually faded away, and the job change ceremony entered its final stage.

[Job Change Successful: Historian (3 Stars)]

【Basic attribute improvement:
Mental strength 6.15 → 6.45 (+0.3)

Magic Power 6.2 → 6.6 (+0.4)

Constitution 5.0 → 5.1 (+0.1)

【Special bonus:
1. It can perceive the "timeline" of events, allowing for a more accurate observation of the full picture of historical events.

2. They possess stronger self-protection capabilities when infiltrating history and are less likely to be swept away by the tides of history.

3. Capable of detecting most illusions and forged historical records.
4. When conducting historical infiltration, there is an opportunity to gain a deeper perspective and uncover hidden information.

[Professional linkage bonus:
1. By tracing back the cultivation journeys of past wizards, one can optimize their personal cultivation path.
2. Occasionally, casting spells allows one to touch upon the original form of the spell, leading to a deeper understanding of its essence.
3. During the production process, ancient techniques may be recalled, which can improve the success rate and the quality of the finished product under certain conditions.
4. It can perceive the historical information contained in the bloodline, and has additional insight when conducting bloodline analysis.

Once all the power shifts stabilized, Ron felt a sense of clarity in his mind.

Just as he was immersed in this new perception, an even more vast power suddenly descended.

It was a blessing from the infinite heights, as pure and powerful as starlight.

[Gain the special synergy effect "Blessing of Apocalypse"]

Ron immediately understood that this was the second cornerstone blessing after the "Blessing of the Creator".

[Apocalyptic Blessing:]

1. Significantly improved accuracy in astrological predictions.

2. It has stronger resistance to time-related supernatural phenomena (time manipulation, aging curses, etc.).
3. The authenticity can be verified by cross-referencing astrological phenomena with historical data.

The value of these three blessings far exceeds that of ordinary professional skills.

The last one, in particular, gave Ron a greater ability to acquire information.

When both celestial phenomena and history point to a certain conclusion, the credibility of that conclusion will approach the truth infinitely.

(End of this chapter)