Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 494 The Ram's Head of Chaos

When the atmosphere eased, Ron knew it was time to reveal his plans.

In the conversation just now, he also clearly realized that concealing the truth would only make the situation more dangerous.

"Mom, Acelia..."

He took a deep breath:

"I have an idea for my own development and I would like to hear your opinions."

Nari's tentacles gently stroked his shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement:

"Go ahead and tell me, my child. I will support whatever decision you make."

Acelia's dragon shadow also slowly nodded:

"Under the current circumstances, every possible direction of development is worth careful consideration."

Ron organized his thoughts and began to elaborate on his idea:

"I plan to carry out a triple fusion of extraordinary professions—integrating the three paths of Spellsword, Blood Knight, and Dark Wizard into one."

Because the Demon Hunter is a fusion class of Blood Knight and Demon Hunter.

He directly mentioned Blood Knight here, since the two are similar classes anyway.

"Theoretically speaking, this fusion can not only greatly enhance combat capabilities, but also allow me to master multiple different power systems simultaneously..."

Before the words were even finished, Nari and Azalea reacted almost identically at the same time.

"Absolutely not!"

Aseria spoke first, her voice filled with anxiety:
"Ron, your idea is extremely dangerous!"

The dragon shadow plummeted from mid-air, revealing her inner excitement:
"In the middle of the Second Era, there was a genius known as the 'Sage of Fusion' Ram, whose talent and wisdom surpassed most of the candidates for Witch King at the same time."

"He proposed a similar theory to yours—to achieve a breakthrough in realm by forcibly merging multiple conflicting forces."

Acelia's tone became heavy:
"Lam's theoretical framework is very similar to your assumptions:"
By integrating multiple fundamentally conflicting power systems, a leap from quantitative to qualitative change can be achieved.

He spent a full 327 years preparing, gathering all the relevant knowledge available at the time, and even obtaining technical support from the then-ruling witch king.

"But when he actually tried to fuse them, the whole process lasted less than ten minutes."

A deep fear appeared in Long Ying's eyes:

“I witnessed that disaster firsthand. Ram’s body began to melt like a candle, and his consciousness was completely torn apart by countless conflicting forces.”

"In the end, even his soul was completely assimilated, turning into a mindless chaos."

"Before something solid is formed to act as a buffer and stabilizer, the act of fusion is no different from stirring a pot of boiling elemental soup with flesh and blood."

"The only result will be assimilation and destruction."

Nari listened silently to Azalea's narration, and when the dragon's shadow stopped, she slowly spoke:

"Little Ice Cube makes a lot of sense. I'll also provide you with some case studies that are close to the abyss."

As Nari spoke, the space of the Primordial Chamber began to undergo subtle changes.

Images, like images, appeared on the wall.

“You should be quite familiar with my former boss—'Dragon-Headed Demon' Cha Ye.”

The first image shows a massive figure with three dragon heads.

"Chaye's fusion can be considered half successful - he integrated three completely conflicting sources of power: dragons, demons, and the abyss."

This combination endowed him with terrifying strength enough to challenge Magus, and also secured him the position of the second throne.

But as the details of the image came into view, a sense of oppression began to spread throughout the room.

"However, what was the price he paid?"

Nari's tone carried a certain contradictory emotion.

It was a feeling of sympathy for her former boss's fate, and a deep reflection on the pursuit of power:
"Cha Ye's subjective consciousness was forcibly split into three independent and conflicting personality fragments during the integration process."

The left side represents the arrogance and greed of the ancient dragon, the center side embodies the cunning and deception of the demon, and the right side represents the chaos and destruction of the abyss.

The three heads in the image begin to show different expressions.

Even in static images, one can sense the underlying conflict.

"There is an eternal civil war between these three personalities."

Cha Ye has lost the ability to recognize himself as a unified individual; every decision he makes is a compromise resulting from a fierce struggle among three opposing forces.

Nari's tentacles pointed to certain details of Chaye's body in the image—those were obvious signs of self-mutilation:

"What's even more tragic is that only when he experiences extreme pain and violent stimulation will his three personalities temporarily stop fighting each other, allowing him to barely regain some rational thinking ability."

This is why Chazelle always actively seeks out the bloodiest and most brutal battles and tortures.

“It’s not because he likes violence, but because only in this way can he briefly ‘be himself’.”

This description allowed Ron to verify some of his ideas.

There seems to be a cruel balance between gaining power and losing oneself.

"The second case is even more thought-provoking."

Nari continued, "New images are beginning to appear:"
"Codenamed 'Evil Hunter'—in terms of pure combat strength, he far surpasses all the Supreme Apostles, including Magus, and is one of the most powerful individual combat units in the history of the Abyss."

The evil hunter in the image looks relatively normal.

He appears to be a standard human wizard, at least outwardly, but the distorted light and shadow surrounding him hint at the terrifying nature of his power.

"His path is actually very similar to yours. He successfully integrated the fundamentally opposing supernatural powers of wizards, abyssal awakeners, and witchers, and even gained a certain 'rule recognition' under the special circumstances at the time."

This allowed his power to maintain a fragile balance, and granted him an additional power boost when facing any evil entity.

But Nari's tone began to become more serious:
"However, the instability of multiple forces is the biggest source of its trouble."

“Every battle, every emotional fluctuation, and even every deep thought can trigger the release of uncontrollable forces.”

He must maintain absolute mental control at all times; the slightest lapse could cause a massive spacetime catastrophe.

The images reveal details of its life:
He always lived alone in the most desolate part of the abyss, avoiding contact with any creatures, and even maintaining a complex self-sealing array while sleeping.

"Even with such caution, he still completely lost control in the final battle."

Nari's words carried a deep warning:
"This is the real price of pursuing ultimate power."

Even in cases where success is barely achieved, the choice remains between 'self-destruction' and 'loss of self.'

Seemingly to increase the persuasiveness of his words, Nari took out a fist-sized black crystal from deep within his body.

Just looking at it, Ron could feel a chilling energy fluctuation.

“This is a piece of my ‘chaotic crystal’.”

Nari's voice became unusually serious:
"It contains the purest pollution, and it is also one of the sources of my strength."

Now, touch it with your hands and experience the real danger you are about to face.

Without hesitation, Ron reached out and touched the black crystal.

The moment his fingertips touched the crystalline surface, a shockwave of contamination struck the core of his consciousness.

Endless possibilities flooded into his mind:

He could become a monster that feeds on flesh and blood, enjoying the thrill of tearing and devouring.
He can transform into a pure energy body, freeing himself from all the constraints of the physical body;
He can split into countless versions of himself and experience different life trajectories;
He can transform everything around him into an extension of himself, becoming the next "King of a Thousand Transformations"...

Every possibility was so alluring, so "reasonable," and so aligned with a deep-seated desire.

Even more terrifying, Ron discovers that his rationality is being gradually eroded by these insane desires.

Those originally solid values ​​and moral bottom lines are as fragile as paper in the face of chaos and pollution.

In just a few seconds of contact, he felt his personality was about to be completely torn apart by endless possibilities and insane desires.

"enough!"

Nari quickly retrieved the crystals, cutting off the source of the contamination.

Ron gasped for breath like a drowning man.

"Can you feel it, child?"

Nari's voice was filled with deep worry:
"This is the true nature of the 'dark wizard' power you want to merge with, and what you just experienced was only the slightest contact."

Her tentacles gently stroked Ron's hair, like a mother comforting a frightened child:

"Your soul is still too 'thin'."

Wizards only dared to cautiously guide the chaotic power to help their nascent ethereal forms complete their final structure when they reached the peak of the Dark Sun level, using their own nascent ethereal forms as a 'firewall'.

"What you're doing now is like inviting a lava demon to live in your unfinished thatched hut."

Acelia added from the side:

"The nascent form of the ethereal body is not only a carrier of power, but also a 'moat' of consciousness."

It can isolate, at critical moments, the contamination that is enough to destroy reason.

"Without this protection, any attempt to merge conflicting forces is suicidal."

Having experienced it firsthand, Ron fully understood their concerns.

The feeling of being torn apart by madness was indeed beyond his current capacity to bear.

"So, what should be the right path?"

He realized that he had indeed oversimplified things before.

"First, steadily reach the Dark Sun level and condense the prototype of the Void Body."

Acelia began to explain in detail:
"This is a necessary prerequisite for any wizard to advance to a higher level, without exception."

"After that, all Dark Sun-level wizards must find or create a 'soul anchor' before attempting to break through to the Great Wizard realm."

Nari took over the conversation:

"This special item can be deeply bound to the soul."

In the process of striving for higher realms and perfecting the ethereal body, it acts like an 'external hard drive' for mechanical civilizations, temporarily transferring and storing those unmanageable deadly contaminations and mental burdens.

"It is the key to ensuring that things do not get out of control or become alienated."

Nari paused here, then glanced meaningfully at Ron:

"In fact, the design concept of your magic sword that integrates clones coincides with the function of a 'soul anchor'."

"A weapon that can carry part of your consciousness and communicate with your mind does indeed have the basic conditions to become an anchor."

Hearing the consensus of the two ancient beings, Ron's anxiety gradually subsided.

Although the plan for the integration of three professions has been temporarily shelved, at least the direction of development has been clarified.

"but……"

Nari's tone suddenly became more lively:
“Although we can’t perform professional fusion for the time being, I can help you complete another transformation first—what you told me before, building the second head of your Chimera bloodline.”

Excitement shone in her eyes:
"A head with chaotic attributes can greatly enhance your resistance to pollution and your future potential."

This type of modification carries relatively low risk, but the results are significant.

The "transformation" process that Nari described was far more complex and dangerous than Ron had imagined.

This is a deeper level of "shared origins".

She began a strange process of self-dissociation. The core of her enormous body began to glow, hundreds of eyeballs closed simultaneously, and all her tentacles stopped moving.

"Child, you must understand..."

Nari's voice became somewhat weak:
"What I am about to give you is not just power, but also a part of the essence of my existence."

"This means that from now on, our connection will become closer and more... irreversible."

As she finished speaking, a pulsating sphere emitting a deep, dark light began to slowly separate from her body.

This is the "Chaotic Core"—containing a precious essence of Nari's original consciousness.

After the core completely separated, Nari's aura weakened noticeably, but the tenderness in her eyes became even stronger.

"Accept it, my darling."

She gently presented the heart core to Ron:

"Let your mother be a part of your strength, so that we will never be separated again."

Without hesitation, Ron reached out and took the chaotic core that carried profound maternal love.

But as the core merged into his body, a torrent of memories instantly pulled his consciousness into an endless abyss.

Those are memories from the very beginning of Nari's life—

No, to be precise, it was an even earlier time.

In the deepest part of the abyss, there exists a primordial realm known to wizards as the "Sea of ​​the Womb."

All the born apostles received their original form there.

In that warm, murky amniotic fluid, the still-forming Nari felt an indescribable sense of being embraced.

That came from the abyss itself, the embrace of their shared "mother".

"my child……"

That voice resonated deep within my soul, gentle and irresistible:

"You will become the embodiment of chaos, but remember, chaos is not destruction, but infinite possibilities for creation."

Within the sea of ​​the womb, Nari's consciousness gradually coalesced.

She could sense other beings that had already been conceived around her—some as volatile as fire, some as cold as iron, and some as twisted as a nightmare.

But the mother gives equal attention to each child, shaping them in different ways.

"Go and search, my fourth child."

The mother's voice carried a prophetic certainty:

"In the endless years, you will find those who truly understand you. Not masters and servants, not tools, but... family."

This concept—"family"—is deeply ingrained in Nari's very being.

But when she finally broke free of her mother's womb and was thrown into the fifth layer of the abyss, that warmth and acceptance vanished.

Instead, there was a bone-chilling cold and a suffocating loneliness.

The newborn Nari floated in this desolate silence, its tentacles waving helplessly, trying to grasp any possible warmth.

"Why...why is it so cold here..."

Young Nari emitted faint fluctuations of thought, but only the chaotic whispers unique to the abyss responded to her.

Just as she was about to be completely swallowed by loneliness and chaos, a huge shadow appeared.

"Oh? A new born apostle has been born on the fifth floor?"

That's Cha Ye.

His three heads bowed simultaneously, and six eyes scrutinized the ugly newborn creature.

For the newborn Nari, the appearance of Chaye was like the arrival of a savior.

She instinctively stretched out all her tentacles, trying to embrace this first person of her kind she encountered.

In her naive understanding, this was perhaps what her mother meant by "family".

"Big brother……"

Nari conveyed his joy with the most innocent of thoughts:
"Are you here to pick me up? My mother said I would find my family..."

Chazelle's middle son—the one representing reason—revealed an expression of keen interest:
"Interesting, a chaotic species that has self-awareness right from birth, that's very rare."

The one on the left—the embodiment of greed—licked his lips:

"Her essence is pure; if nurtured properly, she may become a useful tool."

But the one on the right—representing chaos—let out a jarring laugh:

"Tools? Ha! Let's see if she can survive in her own chaotic nature first!"

Nari did not understand the meaning of these words.

She tried even harder to get closer to Cha Ye, hoping to get even the slightest bit of warmth in return.

"Put away those disgusting tentacles!"

Chaye's roar exploded like thunder, and his tyrannical pressure slammed Nari to the bottom of the sea:
"Remember who you are, you piece of trash! You're just a 'puppy' I picked up, not any 'family'!"

This was the first time Nari had experienced the taste of "rejection".

The pain of having one's expectations shattered is more profound than any physical injury.

She curled up all her tentacles, and black tears began to seep from her eyes.

In the years that followed, Nari worked hard to gain Chaye's approval.

She desperately tried to control her chaotic thoughts and act "useful".

But whenever her rationality wavered due to the corruption of chaos, she was met with Cha Ye's disgust and punishment.

"Out of control again? What a useless piece of trash!"

Chazar would use his dragonfire to scorch Nari's tentacles, using pain as a "wake-up call":
"If it weren't for the fact that you were born an apostle, I would have thrown you to feed the abyssal worms long ago!"

Every punishment left a scar on Nari's heart.

She gradually came to understand a cruel truth:

In Cha Ye's eyes, he was always just a "defective product," a barely usable tool, rather than a being worth caring about.

This realization plunged her into even deeper pain.

Being used as a tool is more despairing than being completely alone.

Because it constantly reminded her that she was unwanted, unloved, and unworthy of having a family.

"Maybe……"

During countless long nights, Nari would curl up in his cave and talk to himself:

"Perhaps my mother was wrong...perhaps I am destined to be alone forever..."

Even so, the longing implanted in her heart by her mother never died out.

It is like a spark buried deep beneath the ice, waiting for a special moment to arrive.

When this flood of memories surged into Ron's consciousness, he was able to precisely perceive every emotional detail through the historian's "deep echo" ability.

The warmth of being held in a mother's arms, the pain of being rejected by Cha Ye, and the longing that had accumulated over the endless years.

But at the same time, he was also quickly analyzing the deeper meaning behind this information.

"I see……"

Ron was organizing the knowledge he had gained deep within his consciousness:
“The ‘Mother’ of the Great Abyss ensures that every born apostle has basic self-awareness and a direction for development in this way.”

"The implantation of the concept of 'family' is essentially a survival strategy."

He continued his reasoning:

"In the abyss filled with betrayal and slaughter, if the apostles can establish genuine emotional bonds and form a stable group, then the abyss as a whole will become stronger."

"This is an extremely clever design—using the most primal emotional needs to combat the madness brought about by chaos."

This understanding gave Ron a completely new perspective on Nari's persistence.

Her longing for "family" is not merely an emotional dependence, but rather an essential part of her very existence.

This yearning allowed her to maintain her last shred of sanity amidst the endless erosion of chaos, and it also became the source of her power.

"And Cha Ye's mistake..."

Ron thought of that three-headed demon:
“He only saw Nari’s value as a ‘tool’ but ignored the greater possibilities that he could have brought as a ‘family member’.”

This shortsightedness is perhaps the reason why he has never been able to overcome his own limitations.

As the flood of memories subsided, Ron opened his eyes to find Nari staring at him intently.

Those hundreds of eyes revealed anticipation, worry, and a deep-seated fear—the fear of being rejected again.

“Mom,” Ron said softly, “thank you for sharing this with me.”

A simple sentence caused black liquid to gush from all of Nari's eyes at the same time.

Tears of sorrow, not tears of relief, but of acceptance and joy.

“My baby…my baby really understands mom…”

Her tentacles gently encircled her child, as carefully as if touching fragile porcelain.

At this moment, Ron felt a tremendous change in his body.

Behind him, opposite the "Thunderfire Tyrant" dragon head, a phantom composed of pure darkness began to slowly appear.

It was a "chaotic ram's head" with a pair of spiraling ram's horns.

The shape of the ram's head is not random, but a personification of the Nari origin—the ram.

In many cultures, sheep symbolize pure evil, but sometimes they also symbolize pure sacrifice.

[Chimera Bloodline Evolution: Two-Headed Configuration Completed]

Attribute Enhancement:
Mental strength 6.45 → 6.6 (+0.15)

Magic Power 6.6 → 6.9 (+0.3)

Constitution 5.1 → 5.3 (+0.2)

New Feature Acquired: Chaos Adaptation

[Chaos Adaptation: Possesses strong resistance to various forms of mental pollution and reality distortion effects, and its combat effectiveness is enhanced in chaotic environments.]

[New Feature Acquired: Crisis Awareness]

[Crisis Detection: Ability to detect potential threats before they materialize, with significantly enhanced reaction speed and intuitive judgment]

[The price: A permanent "mark of loneliness" left deep within the soul]

Once everything had settled down, Ron carefully considered this "mark of loneliness."

On the surface, this seems to be a weakness.

A dependence on emotions can make one a target for enemy attacks.

But from another perspective...

(End of this chapter)