Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 495 The Little Mare

"Isn't this exactly what I've been looking for?"

Ron muttered to himself:
"An anchor point that allows one to maintain oneself in the abyss of power."

He thought of Chaye's three split personalities, of the evil hunter's self-sealing, and of all those who had lost their way because of power.

What is their common problem?
The problem is the lack of a sufficiently strong "origin," a core identity that cannot be changed no matter how it is alienated.

And now, Nari's lonely imprint provides just such a starting point.

"The longing for and protection of family..."

Ron pondered:
"This kind of emotional need, which originates from the deepest part of the soul, may be more resistant to the erosion of alienation than any rational principle."

"Because reason can be distorted and logic can be reconstructed, but this most primal emotional yearning... has become part of my definition of existence."

Aseria observed all of this from the sidelines:
“Turning weaknesses into strengths, turning costs into advantages… Ron, your way of thinking is certainly well-suited to this chaotic era.”

“However, you must remember that emotional anchors are a double-edged sword,” she warned.
"It can pull you back when you're lost, but it can also become a hindrance at crucial moments."

Balancing reason and emotion will be your biggest challenge in the future.

Nari twitched its tentacle in displeasure upon hearing this:
"Little Ice Cube, can't you say something nice?"

But her tone no longer carried the hostility of before; instead, it was tinged with a playful intimacy.

After the memory exchange just now, the relationship between the three has undergone a subtle yet profound change.

"Speaking of which..."

Ron suddenly thought of something:
"Mom, has Cha Ye contacted you recently?"

Nari's mood clearly changed when Chaye was mentioned.

Those eyes were a kaleidoscope of colors—resentment, fear, but mostly a sense of relief.

"That three-headed idiot?" she said, feigning nonchalance.
"Don't worry about the threats from Chazelle and Magus, honey."

Nari's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude, and hundreds of eyes blinked simultaneously:
“Those ‘supreme’ old guys are currently busy with a major matter that is giving them a lot of headaches—the condensation of the Agent Seed.”

Her tentacles swam gracefully in the air, as if conducting a silent symphony:
“I already told you about this last time. They want to create an unprecedented ‘seed of the throne’ that combines the essence of the thirteen Supreme Apostles.”

This ambitious plan requires the full commitment of every participant.

Nari's tone turned sly:
“Through my connection with my mother, I can cause a slight deviation in the flow of magic at crucial moments, or trigger a little chaotic fluctuation when they are most focused.”

Her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, but the malice it contained sent shivers down the spines of even the deep sea.

“Each of these ‘minor accidents’ sets their progress back by several months, and they also have to spend a lot of energy repairing the damage.”

"According to my estimate, it will take them at least three to five years to complete this project."

During this time, they absolutely have no spare capacity to deal with us.

As she spoke, she began guiding Ron deeper into the palace:

"Okay, baby, now you need to rest and adjust to your newfound power."

When Ron entered a deep meditative state, he could clearly feel the pulse of the "Chaotic Ram Head" within his body.

The completion of the two-headed chimera bloodline's structure represents a fusion of two completely different essences.

The fiery tyranny of the Thunderfire Tyrant and the profound inclusiveness of the Chaos Ram Head formed a wondrous balance within him.

Like the two polarities of Yin and Yang, they complement and balance each other.

The awakening of his "crisis premonition" characteristic made him exceptionally perceptive of his surroundings.

Every fluctuation of energy, every subtle anomaly, can form a clear warning signal in his consciousness.

The changes brought about by "chaotic adaptation" are even more profound.

The abyssal energy, which was originally corrosive, now has a nourishing effect on him.

It felt like fish returning to water, or plants receiving sunlight.

"what does that mean?"

Ron quickly analyzed this change in his mind:

"I no longer need to return to the main world periodically to prevent the accumulation of abyssal pollution."

Before gaining the Chaos Adaptation trait, any wizard who lingers in the Abyss for too long will face the danger of accumulating mental pollution.

Even a being with such special resistance as him must periodically return to the main world to clean and restore.

But now, these restrictions no longer exist.

The special environment that Nari created was the perfect training ground for him.

A high concentration of magical energy, a stable energy supply, and the special effects of the Contradictory Core.
Ron quickly calculated his cultivation progress:

"The minimum standard for advancing to the Dark Sun level is ten times the magic power compression, but if you want to reach the Grand Wizard level in the future, you will need at least twenty times the compression."

"According to the records in 'The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary,' those who eventually became Witch Kings often had a magic compression factor of more than fifty times."

The sense of urgency he felt grew stronger.

The countdown to the restart of the era hangs like a sword of Damocles over his head, and he must reach a level of power sufficient to protect himself within this limited time.

"In a normal external environment, given my current vast amount of magic power and the special requirements of the Contradiction Core, it would probably take hundreds of years to achieve a compression ratio of more than twenty times."

This calculation result caused him deep anxiety.

A hundred years may not be a long time for an ordinary wizard.

But for him, facing the threat of an epoch restart, it was an unbearable luxury.

However, with Nari, this time can be significantly shortened.

The unique chaotic environment can provide an extra "lubricant" for magic compression, making the originally painful and slow process relatively smooth.

"Mom, how many times higher is the magic concentration here compared to the normal environment of the main world?"

He inquired and began collecting specific environmental data.

"About ten to twelve times?"

Nari answered somewhat uncertainly:

"Mom doesn't know much about your wizarding training system, so she can only give a rough estimate based on her perception."

She added:
"However, the time flow in the fifth layer of the abyss is about three times faster than in the main world."

This reminder stirred something within Ron.

But after thinking it over, he still concluded that compressing magic here was far more efficient than doing it outside.

"Although there are time differences, Mom can simulate various extreme environments according to your needs."

Nari continued to explain the special features of her field:
"For example, the ultra-high pressure deep-sea environment can provide external resistance for your magic compression;
Or perhaps it's the eye of a chaotic storm, allowing you to hone your control in an extremely unstable energy field.

Her tentacles pointed in a certain direction from the palace:
"In the future, Mom may even have the opportunity to create a special space that is close to the 'boundary of nothingness'."

There, the boundary between reality and illusion blurs, allowing you to experience a state close to that of constructing a virtual form.

These are extreme cultivation environments that the main world cannot provide.

Combining the advantages of magic concentration and time flow, Ron quickly calculated the specific efficiency improvements.

"Overall, the efficiency of magic compression training here is more than ten times that of the main world."

He concluded:
"This advantage cannot be compensated for by any external resources."

"Mom, I'd like to undergo intensive training here for a while. But I might need your help."

Her tentacles waved excitedly in the water:

"Baby, do you want to train with Mommy for a long time? Mommy is so happy!"

"but."

Ron revealed his plans for the future:
"I still have some external agreements to fulfill."

"As for Archmage Vinard, I've agreed to assist with his research at his otherworldly base within six months."

When Vinard was mentioned, Nari's excitement visibly cooled down.

"and"

Ron continued to explain his considerations:

"Exploring other worlds also holds great significance for me."

"If I can achieve some key breakthroughs in another world, it might provide new ideas and methods for my cultivation."

Nari certainly understood; she knew the importance of diversity better than anyone else.

But while I understand, the emotional reluctance to part is unavoidable.

"So, how long do you plan to leave, my darling?"

Nari's voice became cautious:
"Mom has waited so long to see you again, and I really don't want to part so soon."

Her tentacles unconsciously moved closer to Ron, wanting to touch him but not daring to get too close:

"After we parted last time, Mom counted down the days, wondering when you would come back to see her."

This straightforward expression of emotion warmed Ron's heart, but it also made him feel heavy.

Despite possessing terrifying power capable of shaking the abyss, Nari is still like a child yearning for love when it comes to emotional issues.

"I will try to keep this trip short."

Ron could only offer a somewhat uncertain promise:

"After I return this time, I should be able to handle all external affairs at once. Then I can focus on my magic compression training here with you."

This promise made Nari's eyes light up again.

"Really? Baby won't lie to Mommy?"

"of course not."

Ron nodded firmly:
"Time is too precious for me to waste on trivial social activities."

Focus on cultivation and improve your strength as quickly as possible; that's the most important thing.

Hearing this assurance, Nari finally calmed down.

Although she was still reluctant to part with him, she could understand Ron's choice and was willing to temporarily endure the pain of separation for the sake of her child's future.

"Then Mom will wait a little longer."

She tried to make her voice sound stronger:
"Sweetie, go outside for a walk first. Mom will prepare a training environment for you here."

When Ron left the palace, he discovered that Nari's realm was undergoing rapid and dramatic changes since she gained rationality.

The once barren and chaotic seabed now presents a strange yet harmonious vitality.

In a corner of the garden, he saw several "newborn beasts".

These once timid, transparent creatures are now swimming leisurely in the water.

Fear was no longer in their eyes; instead, a serene sense of contentment shone through.

These newborn beasts also seem to periodically gather around a specially designed collection device and actively shed purifying tears.

These tears are collected and purified to make incense with calming effects.

“Voluntary offerings…”

Ron observed this ingenious symbiotic system:
“Nari did not force them, but made them feel safe and satisfied through environmental modifications.”

In this state, they would naturally be willing to provide the necessary materials.

This method is more efficient and more sustainable than forced plunder.

Beside the collection device, a familiar figure was busy at work.

That was the "Explorer One" golem that I created on a whim.

It had played a role in the battles in the Chaos Arena before, but it seems that Nari has modified it again now.

"Owner."

When Explorer 1 noticed Ron, it immediately stopped working and bowed respectfully:

"Lord Nari has already given instructions that if you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask."

“You’ve changed so much, Explorer One,” Ron said with a smile. “It seems Mom put a lot of effort into modifying you.”

"Yes Master."

Explorer 1's voice was filled with gratitude:

"Lord Nari not only reshaped my body, but also infused me with a higher level of intelligence. This is a gift from the Lord."

Just as Ron was engrossed in observing the Nari region, an unexpected figure appeared in his field of vision.

In the side hall, a familiar white-haired witch was intently wiping a strange sculpture.

"Euphemism?"

Ron blinked to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

That was indeed Euphemia, an ally he knew.

At this moment, she was completely different from the proud and confident image I remembered.

The witch is meticulously scrubbing the sculpture with silk.

This sculpture has no fixed form; its appearance changes every few seconds.

Sometimes it is an elegant swan, sometimes a majestic lion, and sometimes some indescribable twisted creature.

Euphemia moved with extreme caution, avoiding the active energy nodes on the sculpture with each wipe.

Her expression was focused to the point of reverence, her eyes a mixture of exhaustion and awe.

And a hint of satisfaction that surprised Ron.

It was a pure focus that was completely absorbed in the work.

This seemingly monotonous cleaning work seems to have some deeper meaning for her.

As one of Nari's tiny tentacles casually swept past.

When pointing out a barely perceptible "flaw" on the surface of a sculpture, which is actually just a tiny mark formed by the sculpture itself.

Euphemia's reaction left Ron speechless.

She shuddered and sat bolt upright as if electrocuted.

Then he immediately lowered his head, his voice filled with obvious fear:
"I'm very sorry, Lord Nari, I'll clean it up right away."

Her expression showed none of the arrogance she displayed when she first appeared in Elliott's footage.

Not far behind her was the "Blood Bride," the one who had made her shine in the recent quarterly review.

Along with several other blood demons, they were carrying enormous elemental crystals like ordinary laborers.

The Blood Bride's movements were much smoother than he had seen in the combat logs.

Every movement was precise and accurate, without any excess or clumsiness.

Clearly, under Nari's "guidance," Euphemia's bloodline manipulation skills have reached a new level.

"This woman has probably been completely 'tamed' by your mother..."

Acelia let out a contemptuous sneer in Ron's mind:
"However, to be fair, your human pride is utterly worthless in the face of monsters of this caliber."

Although Dragon Soul's words were harsh, they incisively pointed out the essence of Euphemia's transformation.

"But this shift is not entirely due to fear."

Ron carefully observed Euphemia's micro-expressions:

"The satisfaction in her eyes...it was the joy of receiving recognition."

………………

The concentration of magic in the training chamber of the Deep Sea Palace is dozens of times that of the ordinary environment in the main world.

This ultra-high density energy environment was specially formulated for him by Nari.

It maintains the activity of chaotic forces while removing dangerous components that could lead to mental pollution through precise harmonization.

Before him, the "Core of Contradiction" floated in mid-air, emitting an eerie obsidian luster.

This mysterious artifact from the King of Absurdity is operating according to its unique laws.

The surface texture contracts and expands like breathing, and each pulsation creates a subtle paradoxical effect in the surrounding space.

"let's start……"

Ron took a deep breath and started the meditation rhythm of "The Star Eater's Whispers".

When his mental energy began to resonate with the core of contradiction, his vast reserves of magic power were immediately mobilized.

If the magic power of an ordinary Moon-level wizard is like a trickle, then Ron's magic power is like a rushing river.

This is the result of years of accumulation of the "star projection" characteristic.

With each meditation, he draws energy from distant star systems, accumulating a total magical power far exceeding that of his peers.

Under the influence of the core of contradiction, the first stream of magic began a painful compression process.

The feeling was like using mental power to squeeze liquid metal.

The immense resistance made Ron's consciousness tremble.

But at the same time, he could also clearly feel the qualitative change that occurred in the magic during the compression process.

The originally loose energy particles were forcibly aggregated, their internal structure rearranged, and their density increased at an astonishing rate.

"Pain is the forging process..."

He gritted his teeth and persisted.

The core of the contradiction is not just about increasing the difficulty of compression, but also about injecting a special kind of "resilience" into the magic in the process.

Magic forged through such painful processes will possess greater malleability.

When the first round of compression was completed, only a small portion of the magic power within Ron's body had been processed.

However, the quality of these compressed magic powers has undergone a fundamental leap.

As tough as steel, yet as fluid as mercury.

After undergoing this level of compression, an ordinary Moon-level wizard often needs to meditate for several hours to recover their depleted mental and magical energy.

But Ron's situation was quite different.

The "Star Projection" property allows his magic to recover at a rate far exceeding that of ordinary people.

The vast amount of magic power also provides ample "raw materials".

After resting for only half an hour, he started the second round of compression.

This time, the pain was still ever-present.

Ron's body was trembling violently, and his breathing became rapid, but his will was as firm as a rock.

Every compression is a step towards a higher level.

The third round, the fourth round...

In the high-concentration magical environment provided by Nari, abundant external energy constantly replenishes his consumption, making continuous compression possible.

"At this rate..."

Ron carefully calculated his cultivation progress:
"Achieving double the compression within two weeks is entirely feasible."

Just as Ron was focused on his magic compression training, Nari swam up to him.

"My darling, take a rest."

She said gently, "Mommy has a little gift I want to show you."

Ron opened his eyes and put away the core of the contradiction:
"What gift, Mom?"

Nari lightly tapped one of her tentacles, and Euphemia, who was working in the scene, immediately stopped what she was doing.

Her movements were like a machine that had been paused, entering a state of waiting for instructions.

Nari's tone was filled with undisguised smugness:
“Look, baby, how docile this little mare is now.”

Ron raised an eyebrow when he heard Nari describe Euphemia as a "little mare".

"my darling."

Nari's tentacles drew arcs in the air:

“You are destined for great things, and you will always need some capable and absolutely loyal servants by your side.”

"Mom is just training her in advance so you won't have to worry about her later."

After all, a good mother should make all the necessary preparations for her child's future.

In her view, providing Ron with loyal and reliable subordinates was also a natural manifestation of maternal love.

"When that little mare first arrived, she was actually a bit disobedient."

Nari began to describe the training process in detail:
"She still retains the arrogance typical of young geniuses—always feeling that she is special."

As Nari recounted the events, Ron was able to imagine Euphemia's initial state upon arrival.

"So, Mom made her stay in the specially made 'pain maze' for three days."

Nari's tone softened:
"In there, she repeatedly experienced more than a dozen ways of dying that she feared most—being devoured by the Blood Demon, being corrupted by Chaos, being vivisectioned..."

“Every death is so real that even the soul can feel the tearing pain.”

"But the most crucial thing is that every time she thinks it's all over, she finds herself 'alive' again, and then the next round of torment begins."

The cruelty of this mental torture sent a chill down Ron's spine.

A three-day cycle of death is enough to completely destroy anyone's will to resist.

“After completely shattering her pride, her mother began to ‘bless’ her.”

Nari then changed the subject, her tone softening:

“Every tiny bit of progress I make will be rewarded by my mother—a drop of pure Chaos Essence, which can enhance the purity of her bloodline.”

“And every mistake will result in a corresponding punishment—at best, painful electric shocks; at worst, reliving part of the death process.”

Nari concluded in a naive yet cruel tone:
"Look, son, the secret to managing subordinates is very simple."

"First, utterly destroy her pride and make her understand who the rule-makers are;"

"Then give her the 'candy' that she can't resist and that can make her stronger."

"In this way, she will be like the most loyal hunting dog, giving her all for even the smallest reward from you."

Alternating between fear and reward can create a strong dependency in the mind of the controlled person.

"If it's just a matter of bestowing favors, Cassandra and the King of Illusions seem to have used similar methods on me, but their methods were much gentler, more about guidance..."

Ron pondered this transformation in his mind:

"It's not about forcing others to do something, but about guiding them to do something willingly."

"But the most important insurance measure is still here."

Nari's tentacles pointed in Euphemia's direction:

"My mother discovered that her bloodline was related to Aiden, the King of Blood, and that it had great potential for transformation."

"Therefore, I secretly implanted a 'chaotic mark' deep within her bloodline."

Upon hearing this, Ron's expression turned serious.

"This mark helps her better control her power and improve the precision of her Blood Demon manipulation."

Nari explained the function of the mark in detail:
"But in critical moments, as long as you give instructions through contact with your mother, you can have complete control over her life and death."

"The mark will activate immediately, destroying her circulatory system from the inside."

Even if she escaped to the ends of the universe, she could not escape this control.

Nari's voice was filled with an undeniable desire for control:

"In this way, no matter how strong she becomes in the future, she will always be your most loyal 'female slave'."

This is another gift from your mother.

(End of this chapter)