Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 583 Time, the countdown begins.
His first impression was somewhat surprising.

This was not what any other world looked like in his mind.

There are no elements flying everywhere, no primitive and wild jungles, and no ignorant society under the rule of theocracy.

What comes into view is a bustling modern metropolis.

The buildings stand tall, and although their architectural style carries a strong sense of history from the late 19th and early 20th centuries, they already show the beginnings of modern civilization.

Old-fashioned cars drove through the streets, emitting a deep rumble.

The cars had an old-fashioned design:

Brass pipes, rivet decorations, huge chimneys, and headlights that look like works of art.

On the sidewalk, pedestrians, dressed in well-tailored suits or long skirts and carrying leather briefcases, hurried along.

In the center of the square stands a huge clock tower, its hands pointing to 7:30 p.m.

The neon lights began to illuminate, turning the entire city into a sea of ​​vibrant colors.

"Is this... the level of civilization during the late Industrial Revolution?"

Ron was amazed.

But this is clearly not Earth.

Because when he looked up at the night sky, he saw two satellites of different sizes.

They are like a pair of eyes, quietly overlooking the world.

Even more bizarrely...

As night fell completely, the atmosphere of the entire city subtly changed.

Those who were still walking on the streets quickened their pace.

Shops were closed, and windows were covered with heavy curtains.

Only nighttime venues like bars and casinos remained brightly lit, but they put up signs at the entrance saying "Members Only".

then.

Ron "saw" those beings lurking in the shadows.

On the rooftop, a figure glided past like a bat, moving so fast it was almost impossible to catch.

Deep in the alley, two people wearing black trench coats are facing off.

From the underground passage came a low growl, mixed with the sound of some wild beast tearing flesh...

"Vampires..."

Ron recognized the true nature of those creatures.

These are not just fantastical vampire legends.

That is a truly extraordinary race, transformed through the "Embrace" ceremony.

Every vampire possesses strength, speed, and regenerative abilities far exceeding those of ordinary humans.

They feed on blood and lurk in the nights of modern society, forming a hidden and vast dark world.

Immediately afterwards, Ron "saw" the opposite of the vampires—the wizards.

A middle-aged man wearing a long gray trench coat is standing on the rooftop of a building.

He held a seemingly ordinary cane in his hand, but in the night wind, the tip of the cane shimmered with a ghostly blue rune light.

The man's eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness, like the pupils of a feline.

He was "sniffing" out the lingering scent of blood in the air, tracking the prey's trail.

"At three o'clock, about two hundred meters away, a low-level blood servant that has just finished hunting..."

The man muttered to himself, then jumped.

His body transformed into a gray afterimage in mid-air, swooping down like a falcon.

The moment his cane touched the ground, it unleashed a powerful energy surge.

A vampire who had just lifted his head from the victim's body was blasted to pieces by the impact before he could even react!
however.

Before dying, the vampire let out a piercing scream.

This sound was like a signal, awakening its kind who were lurking nearby.

In the shadows on both sides of the alley, a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes lit up at the same time!
"Damn..."

The middle-aged wizard's expression changed, and he immediately activated the defensive magic circle on his staff.

A pale blue shield unfolded around him, barely managing to block the first wave of attacks.

But what followed was an even more intense barrage of claw strikes and bites!
The vampires attacked like a pack of wolves, each strike precisely targeting the weakest point in the shield.

Ron watched the battle with great interest.

He noticed that the way wizards fought in this world was completely different from that in the main world.

They rely more on alchemical tools and runic equipment than on pure magical manipulation.

This is because the concentration of magic in the environment is insufficient, and external objects must be used to compensate for it.

The middle-aged wizard fought and retreated, chanting complex incantations.

A blazing white energy ball began to condense at the tip of his cane...

Just then, a tall figure dressed in a gorgeous gown descended from the sky.

He was a vampire noble.

His movements were elegant and composed, yet they carried a deadly intent.

With a single swipe of its claw, the shield shattered instantly!

The middle-aged wizard had half his body torn apart, and blood gushed out.

His cane fell to the ground, and the energy ball exploded before it could fully condense, turning the surrounding area into a sea of ​​fire.

In the light of the explosion, Ron saw the vampire noble emerge from the flames unharmed, licking the blood from his claws.

The video cuts out here.

Ron's consciousness was forcibly pulled back, making it impossible for him to continue observing what happened next.

But even this brief glimpse gave him a preliminary understanding of the situation in the "Chaotic Blood World".

He took a deep breath and began to integrate all the information he had gleaned from the illusory remains.

"This world... is too special."

Ron slowly opened his eyes:

On the surface, human society is experiencing prosperity brought about by industrialization.

Electricity, transportation, and communication—the wheels of civilization keep turning forward.

"In the shadows, the war among the extraordinary has never ceased."

Wizards and vampires hunt each other, and every night is a battle for survival.

He gleaned deeper information from the illusory remains.

The true situation of Aiden, the "Lord of Blood".

Back then, Aiden, through Selna's remains and some special rituals, prepared to forcibly ascend to the position of Witch King.

But at the crucial moment of his coronation ceremony, he was ambushed by the top wizard "Elder" Kalix.

Kalix, together with his mentor "The Eye of Observation," launched a fatal attack on Aiden.

In that battle, Kalix used the "Causal Severance" ability to temporarily sever the connection between Aiden and Selna's undead body.

Although Aiden ultimately succeeded in advancing, the illusory remains within his body had been completely torn apart.

Those torn marks, like wounds that never heal, tormented him relentlessly.

Even more terrifying is that the tearing apart of the ethereal body caused Aiden to be unable to maintain a complete mental structure.

Cracks began to appear in his consciousness; madness, like a corrosive agent, gradually eroded his reason.

Later, the King of Absurdity used his specialty, the "banana peel," to thoroughly "play" with Aiden.

A paradox was implanted into Aiden's hidden wounds.

This "paradox" is like a carefully designed switch.

Whenever Aiden tries to suppress his madness, the Paradox Curse is activated, triggering his hidden wounds.

So the more he struggled, the more frantic he became.

This madness will spread like a plague through his bloodline connection with the descendants of vampires.

All vampires began to be affected by the "Blood Frenzy".

Their reason gradually faded, and their instinctive bloodlust was amplified to an extreme degree.

The vampire nobles, who were originally able to control themselves, began to become bloodthirsty.

Originally just low-ranking vampires trying to survive, they were completely reduced to beasts who only knew how to kill.

The world has fallen into a strange balance:

Humans occupy the daytime and barely maintain order through industrial power and the military.

Vampires rule the night, hunting wantonly with their superhuman strength and immortality.

Wizards both hunt down out-of-control vampires and dominate human society.

This interplay between the two sides has created a long-term chaotic stalemate in the "World of Chaos and Blood".

No one can completely destroy anyone else, and no one can truly rule the world.

"But this balance..."

Ron slowly stood up, gripping the crimson crystal in his hand tightly:
"Ultimately, it is fragile."

"When Aiden's madness reached its breaking point, when the vampire's frenzy became uncontrollable..."

"The whole world will be plunged into a true apocalypse."

But then, something occurred to him, and he frowned slightly:

"However, what was the purpose of Selna creating this world in the first place?"

"Is it merely a site for bloodline experiments?"

"Or……"

Ron's mind raced:
"Does she want to create some kind of 'perfect life' here?"

He recalled Selna's distorted appearance in her later years, and the words she had spoken.

"An idealist who has lost his moral compass..."

"A researcher who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals..."

What will she leave behind in this world?

He needs to know more:
The specific situation in that world, the distribution of various forces, Aiden's current state, and... the best way for him to intervene.

"Simply having information isn't enough..."

Ron stood up and slowly paced around the laboratory:
"I need to see the 'structure' of that world."

"To see the possible future directions, to see the juncture of danger and opportunity..."

His gaze fell on the storage bag.

Inside, lying quietly was the tarot deck that had been with him for a long time.

And then there's... that tempting yet dangerous [Paradox Dice].

Ron hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to give it a try.

He first took out the divination cards.

He had used this deck of cards many times, and each card had left a deep spiritual imprint.

The design on the back of the card is a closed eye;

Surrounded by stars and gears—symbolizing the entanglement of "observation" and "fate".

He drew a simple divination circle on the laboratory floor using special silver powder.

Three concentric circles, with the twelve constellations marked on the outer ring;

The middle circle is the symbol for the four elements, while the inner circle is an eye pattern representing the "observer".

Ron sat cross-legged in the center of the magic circle, holding the deck of cards in his hand.

Take a deep breath and start shuffling the cards.

Each turn is accompanied by the infusion of spiritual energy.

He silently recited the divination question in his mind:
"To demonstrate the future direction of my involvement in the chaotic world of bloodshed."

"It guides me to the best time and the best approach."

"To reveal the turning point in the fate of that world."

Shuffling complete.

Ron placed the deck in front of him, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink to a deeper level.

In this state, he could feel a certain resonance between the divination cards and the illusory remains of Selna:
That is the intersection of "future" and "destiny".

He opened his eyes and drew the first card.

The Hanged Man (Upright)

On the card, a person is hanging upside down from a tree;
But his expression was surprisingly calm, even showing a hint of sudden realization.

"It's this again, symbolizing sacrifice, waiting, and empathy..."

Ron frowned as he interpreted the cards.

This card seems to suggest that getting involved in the chaotic world requires "reverse thinking," and understanding that world from a completely different perspective.

But what exactly is the angle? The meaning of the card is too vague.

He continued drawing cards.

Second card: [The Tower (Reversed)]

On the card, a tall tower is struck by lightning, its structure collapses, and people fall from the top.

However, because it is reversed, the whole image presents a sense of "reverse destruction"...

Perhaps it's not a collapse, but some kind of painful rebirth?
"Perhaps it's the collapse of the old order... an opportunity amidst the chaos? I'm a little unsure..."

Ron's interpretation became increasingly uncertain.

Third card: [Blood Moon (Upright)]

A crescent moon hung in the night sky, and below it, two wolves howled.

The shadow cast by the moonlight is more distorted than the actual object.

"Illusions, deception, subconscious fears..."

This card deepened Ron's worries.

He continued drawing cards, one after another.

[Death (Reversed)]

The Devil (Upright)

[Judgment (Reversed)]

[The Traveler (Upright)]...

The more cards you draw, the more complex the card spread becomes.

Ron's brow furrowed even more deeply.

He discovered that there was no clear logical connection between the cards.

They are like a pile of randomly pieced-together fragments, each with its own meaning, but when put together, they cannot form a complete picture.

Worse still, when he tried to use his mental powers to "sense" the deeper meanings of these cards...

The image that surfaced in my mind was a chaotic, distorted, and completely unrecognizable blur...

Blood-red mist, shattered mirrors, countless overlapping faces;

Sometimes it's the ruins of a city, sometimes it's a magnificent palace; some are weeping, some are laughing wildly...

All the information was mixed together, like a pot of stew where all the ingredients were overcooked and mushy, making it impossible to distinguish one from another.

"Failed……"

Ron opened his eyes.

He stared at the dozen or so cards spread out in front of him, lost in thought.

This is not a problem with his divination skills.

The problem is that the Chaotic Blood World has been deeply corrupted by Aiden's power, and the "fate line" of the entire plane has been twisted into a tangled mess.

Ordinary divination methods are simply unable to penetrate that chaotic barrier.

It's like trying to catch a giant whale in the deep sea with a fishing line.

The tool itself is not up to standard.

"Conventional methods won't work..."

Ron stood up, his gaze falling on the storage bag.

Inside, lies the final choice—the Paradox Dice.

He hesitated for a long time.

The power of this die is undeniable; it can distort probability itself, turning the "impossible" into the "already happened."

However, each use comes with unpredictable costs.

Good fortune and misfortune are like two sides of a coin, closely linked and inseparable.

"does it worth?"

Ron asked himself the question.

The answer appeared almost immediately.

"worth."

If you can't see the future clearly, blindly getting involved will only make you a pawn on the chessboard.

Rather than losing everything at a crucial moment due to insufficient information;
It's better to bear some costs now in exchange for a clear path.

Moreover, his "danger warning" was not activated.

This means that using the [Paradox Dice] now will at least not produce any particularly terrible misfortunes...

He took a deep breath and took out the [Paradox Dice] from his storage bag.

The feel of it in hand is still that eerie warmth, as if the die has its own body temperature.

Ron could sense the power contained within it.

It is a terrifying power that can rewrite the rules of reality and allow "absurdity" to supersede "logic".

He gently placed the dice in the very center of the divination circle, alongside the spread-out divination cards.

Then sit down cross-legged again, form a mudra with your hands, and close your eyes.

This time, his mental power, like a drill, pierced fiercely into that chaotic barrier!
"In the name of 'absurdity,' tear away the disguise of 'order'!"

"Using 'paradox' as a starting point, let's illuminate the truth of 'fate'!"

“Show it to me…”

"The future direction of the chaotic world of bloodshed!"

"The perfect time for me to intervene!"

"And... that only path to victory!"

As the last sentence fell, the [Paradox Dice] began to glow.

The light was neither pure white nor pitch black.

Instead, it is a color that is difficult to describe, somewhere between "existence" and "non-existence".

When the human eye tries to capture it, vision itself produces conflicting signals:

It was both dazzlingly bright and so dimly lit that it was almost invisible.
It was both still and spinning wildly;
It is both as small as a speck of dust and as large as a star...

All opposing concepts merge into one at this moment.

The dice begin to roll.

No one pushed it, and no external force was applied.

And so it rolled, jumped, and spun on its own in the center of the magic circle.

And those originally chaotic and disordered divination cards have now begun to move on their own!
They seem to have been reshuffled, rearranged, and combined by an invisible hand...

The Hanged Man has been flipped into the correct position;

The tower has moved to the center.
The moon and sun are arranged symmetrically.
Death, demons, and judgment form a triangle...

Under the influence of the Paradox Dice, the entire card spread reorganized itself into a bizarre structure he had never seen before!
Ron could feel that the chaotic barrier had been forcibly torn open at that moment.

It was a brutal, tyrannical, and almost rape-like intrusion.

The power of “absurdity” doesn’t care about “defense”, “barrier” or “rules” at all.

Under its logic,
Since the defense is "absolutely unbreakable," then there must be a paradox that it is "absolutely possible to be breached."

When this paradox is materialized, the result is that the defense becomes virtually useless.

Ron's consciousness pierced through all the obstacles Aiden had set up.

He "saw" it.

With crystal clarity, I saw the future of the chaotic world.

First card: [The Tower (Reversed)]

The image appears:

It was a burning steel city.

Skyscrapers collapsed amidst the gunfire, and broken steel bars, like the ribs of a giant beast, pierced the sky shrouded in thick smoke.

Human armies, dressed in uniform, engage in urban warfare against vampires using specialized weapons in the ruins.

But those vampires are no longer the elegant and powerful beings they once were.

Their bodies were twisted and deformed, their muscles swollen to the point of bursting through their skin, and their eyes were bloodshot.

Crazy.

Utter madness.

The flashes from the various explosions illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime.

"The collapse of the old order is a foregone conclusion."

Ron mentally deciphered the meaning of the card.

Second card: [Death (Reversed)]

Screen switching:

Inside a Gothic castle, a brutal infighting is taking place among the vampires.

On one side were the still rational noble vampires, led by a marquis dressed in a dark red tailcoat.

They tried to rebel, trying to sever their blood ties with Aiden.

On the other side were their own kind, who were already half-mad, their bodies beginning to mutate, like wild beasts.

The battle unfolded in the castle's main hall, with blood splattering and limbs flying everywhere.

The rational side was steadily losing ground, and despair appeared in the Marquis's eyes...

"The reversal of death—not the end, but a deeper depravity."

The third card: [The Devil (Upright)]

The screen changes again:

This is a huge throne room.

The dome is so high that its top is invisible, and the walls are made of scarlet crystal.

The floor was pure black marble, inlaid with countless writhing, blood-red runes. The throne was made of countless bones.

And sitting on the throne is Aiden, the "Blood King".

His body was constantly changing, sometimes swelling up like a mountain, sometimes shrinking into a dwarf.

The most terrifying thing was his face; seven different faces kept appearing, disappearing, and overlapping on the same head...

Some were crying, some were laughing hysterically, and some were screaming...

"Binding, temptation, depravity—the source of madness."

Fourth card: [Judgment (Reversed)]

The scene continues:

The entire chaotic world was plunged into an apocalyptic state.

Human armies occupied most of the surface, but at a heavy cost.

The vampires were almost wiped out, with only a few survivors hiding underground.

The wizards were in trouble because the crazed vampires could not provide qualified "Embrace Blood".

The extraordinary system has come to a standstill.

Aiden, on the other hand, completely lost control.

His body swelled into a giant cocoon of flesh and blood, hovering in the throne room.

The surface of the giant cocoon is covered with countless wriggling blood vessels, constantly oozing a dark red mucus.

A cacophony of sounds emanated from within: roars, wails, maniacal laughter…

The sound pierced through the walls and spread throughout the entire chaotic world of bloodshed.

"The trial is delayed—the punishment has not yet come, but it is already destined."

Fifth card: The Traveler (Upright)

This is the last one, and also the most crucial one.

In the screen:
A figure stood atop the ruins, looking down at the hellish scene below.

A diverse group of people gathered around:

A rational vampire noble, a desperate human wizard, a high-ranking military officer...

They were all waiting, waiting for this suddenly appearing "traveler" to provide an answer.

We await the solution that can end the chaos and restore order.

And that figure slowly raised its hand...

"A new beginning—a journey starting from scratch, full of unknown possibilities."

Ron's heart raced.

Because he could clearly feel:

That "traveler" was himself.

The location where this card appeared was precisely marked on the timeline by the Paradox Dice:
18 years later.

All the images flashed by rapidly, like a slideshow.

The final image is that of a figure standing atop the ruins.

The card spread is now complete.

The chaotic information was sorted out into a clear structure.

The future trajectory was presented to Ron in an abstract yet precise way.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

The mental energy was depleted far beyond expectations, and a sharp, needle-like pain shot through my temples.

But none of that matters.

The important thing is that he got the answer.

18 years.

This number is like a brand, deeply engraved in my soul.

"18 years later..."

He looked at the divination cards that were still spread out on the ground.

They have stopped moving and have turned back into ordinary playing cards.

But the complete card spread structure was still clearly imprinted in his mind:
From the collapse of the tower to the struggle of death;

Then came the madness of the [Demon], and finally the delay of the [Judgment] and the appearance of the [Traveler].

A complete thread of fate is stripped away from the chaos.

This is the true power of the Paradoxical Dice:

It uses "absurdity" as a scalpel to forcibly expose the truths that are covered up by "order".

Ron reached out to put away the divination cards, but suddenly felt a strong wave of dizziness.

My body swayed and I almost fell.

"I'll need to use some recovery potions later..."

He struggled to hold onto the lab table.

Using the Paradox Dice is never free.

The forced breakthrough I just experienced was like smashing open an iron door with a hammer.

The door was open, but the man wielding the hammer was so shaken that his hands went numb.

Overdrawing one's mental strength is only the surface price.

The deeper costs may not become apparent for some time.

Just when Ron thought it was all over and was about to reach out and put away the Paradox Dice,

But the moment the dice were touched...

A bone-chilling cold suddenly surged up from the base of my spine!

The feeling was like a cold, zombie hand suddenly reaching into his neck from behind.

Ron froze.

He could sense that something was “watching” him.

That wasn't just a gaze in the ordinary sense; it was more like a deeper kind of "attention" that directly affected the soul.

It was as if they were being shone under a spotlight, or as if they were being observed under a microscope.

Every cell, every thought, every breath...

They were all exposed to that "gaze".

Ron suddenly recalled Professor Utter's words from not long ago:
"Saint Salcardo, the King of Records..."

"He believed that the truth of history must be preserved in its entirety, the transmission of knowledge must not be distorted, and everything that has ever existed should be recorded truthfully."

"Therefore, He hates lies, hates the falsification of history, and hates even more those who attempt to pollute the knowledge system with false information..."

No way?
It can't really be such a coincidence, right?

Is this the "misfortune" that the "paradoxical dice" has brought upon itself this time?
Ron's pupils contracted sharply.

He turned around slowly.

The air in the laboratory began to distort.

No, to be precise, it is "reality" itself that is distorted.

The walls are still walls, the floors are still floors, and the ceiling is still a ceiling.

However, their "mode of existence" has undergone some indescribable change.

It's as if it has transformed from a "possible reality" into "recorded history."

It has transformed from the "flowing present" into the "frozen past".

A figure emerges from the distortion.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray robe.

His appearance was shockingly ordinary.

Although his facial features are very well-proportioned, none of them are memorable.

When you look at him, you can see every detail clearly;
But once you look away, you'll immediately forget what he looks like.

The only thing that left an impression was his eyes.

Those eyes were devoid of emotion, filled only with absolute "focus".

Like the lens of a precision instrument, it calmly observes, analyzes, and records...

Everything about Ron was incorporated into some kind of unalterable "file".

The man held a quill pen in his hand.

The pen nib had no ink, yet it left a mark in the air.

Those traces formed lines of text...

Ron discovered that he could actually read the text, and he wasn't sure if the other person was showing it off on purpose.
Subject of observation: Ron Ralph

"Observational Behavior: Using the 'Paradoxical Dice' for Cross-Dimensional Future Divination"

"Observation results: Key information about the future of the Type IV plane 'Chaotic Blood World' has been successfully obtained."

Assessment: This object is highly 'variable' and has the potential to impact the established timeline.

The text paused here.

The man raised his head, his emotionless eyes staring straight at Ron.

His gaze was like that of a biologist observing bacteria in a petri dish.

Like a watchmaker checking if the gears are off track;
Like a librarian checking if a book has been misplaced.

Ron's breathing became extremely difficult.

The oppressive feeling emanating from that gaze almost crushed his consciousness.

But at the same time, his brain was working frantically...

Professor Utter's words, along with some basic records I had consulted in the classics...

All the information, pieced together, points to one answer.

At that moment, a voice rang in his mind:

"Be careful! This aura... I've seen it before!"

It's Acelia.

Her voice was clearly tense:
"I saw this person when I was with Pandora!"

"At that time, he was just a newly promoted Grand Wizard..."

"I never imagined that I would become the Witch King and hold the most crucial authority over 'records'..."

Azalea's reminder finally confirmed Ron's identity.

"The King of Records... San Salcardo."

He silently repeated the name in his heart.

Their eyes met.

Time freezes at this moment.

Ron could feel those eyes "reading" everything about him:
Past, present, and future;
Memory, thought, desire;
Advantages, disadvantages, weaknesses...

Everything is like the pages of a book, being scanned, recorded, and archived page by page.

This feeling is more terrifying than any form of torture.

Because you know that in the other person's eyes, you are no longer a "person".

It's just a string of data.

An exception that needs to be "handled".

An error that needs to be "corrected".

however.

To Ron's surprise...

Salcardo did not show any hostility.

He simply observed quietly, as if evaluating a work of art.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:
"A very good choice."

"Using 'absurdity' to peek into 'fate,' and using 'paradox' to pry open 'order'..."

"It's amazing that there are actually young people who can put Hector's clown ideas into practice. No wonder He values ​​you so much."

These words made Ron's heart slowly calm down.

The King of Records clearly knew about his connection with the King of Absurdity.

But His tone did not contain the hostility or sarcasm one might expect.

Instead, it carries a kind of...objectivity, like an elder evaluating a younger person.

Salcardo picked up his quill again and continued writing in the air:
"Although this entity is closely related to the 'King of Absurdity' and the 'Crown Clan,' its behavioral patterns indicate..."

Respect for historical truth: Above average

"Level of importance attached to knowledge transmission: High"

"Tendency to tamper with records: Low"

"Desire to pursue truth: Relatively strong"

With each line of assessment he wrote, Salcardo's gaze would sweep over Ron.

It's as if they're using some unconventional method to verify the accuracy of these assessments.

Finally, He stopped writing and looked up at Ron again:

“Yutel once asked me to be more lenient with his students after his death.”

He said, "You young people of this generation are the hope for the future of civilization."

These words made Ron sigh again.

Professor Utter did so much that even after his death, he continues to enjoy the benefits of his legacy...

Salcardo's voice continued:
"I granted his request."

"But that doesn't mean you can act with impunity."

His gaze suddenly sharpened:

"Remember, Ron Ralph!"

"The significance of 'recording' lies in preserving the truth, passing on knowledge, and enabling future generations to learn lessons from history."

"You can 'change' the future, that's your right."

"But you can't 'falsify' facts that have already happened, and you can't pollute the knowledge system with lies."

"That's the bottom line."

“I will not show mercy to Yutel just because he asked me to cross this line.”

His tone softened slightly:
"but……"

"Your divination just now was reckless, but your motive was to 'understand the truth' rather than 'create chaos'."

"I agree with that."

"Therefore, I am giving you a warning, not a punishment."

Salcardo flicked his quill, writing the final line of text in the air:
Handling Plan: Add to the 'Key Monitoring List,' Priority: Secondary

Recommendation: This individual has growth potential and can be observed further.

If a sustained respect for the 'truth' is demonstrated, appropriate support may be considered.

"However, we must pay attention to its connection with the 'King of Absurdity' and prevent an overemphasis on 'variables' while neglecting 'stability'."

After writing this, Salcardo's figure began to fade.

But before disappearing, He added one more sentence:
"Also, little one."

"If you can truly save the 'world of chaos and blood' in the future..."

"Remember to record the entire process truthfully."

"Do not embellish, do not conceal, do not falsify."

"True history, no matter how ugly, is more valuable than the 'epic' that the victors arbitrarily alter and distort."

"make it happen……"

His voice became extremely distant:

"I will give you the reward you deserve."

As the last word fell, Salcardo's figure vanished completely.

The laboratory has returned to normal.

The walls are no longer distorted, the air is no longer frozen, and time begins to flow again.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Ron knew it wasn't a hallucination; he felt as if someone had covered his head with a blanket, making it impossible for him to breathe.

That was fear stemming from a biological instinct.

Just as rabbits are looked down upon by birds of prey, small fish and shrimp are scrutinized by giant whales, and ants are noticed by humans...

The sense of oppression brought about by the absolute gap in the level of life.

for a long time.

Ron had barely regained some of his strength.

He leaned against the wall and walked step by step back to the lab table, where he slumped into a chair.

The scene from just now kept replaying in my mind.

"We've been targeted..."

He shook his head:

"He was placed on a 'priority watch list' by a witch king."

"This price is truly heavy."

Any attempt to “falsify the truth” is likely to be “corrected”.

I felt like an experimental subject that had been specially marked.

Any slight disturbance will result in the item being removed from the petri dish for "processing".

But at the same time.

Another flame ignited in Ron's eyes.

The fear lasted only a moment.

Reason has regained its dominance.

Being observed... isn't necessarily all bad.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and gazed into the endless darkness of the abyss:
"At least, this proves one thing."

“San Salcardo believes I have the ability to ‘change my destiny’.”

“Otherwise, He wouldn’t have wasted time ‘recording’ me.”

“A truly insignificant little person does not deserve the attention of a great person.”

Moreover, the King of Records was far more...fair than he had imagined.

He did not harbor hostility or prejudice towards Ron because of his deep connection with the King of Absurdity and the Crown Clan.

He simply assesses, records, and then gives advice objectively.

As Professor Utter said:
"He is more like a stern father than an unreasonable tyrant."

"As long as I uphold my principles, pursue the truth, and respect history..."

A bitter smile appeared on Ron's lips:
"He might even become an aid to me, rather than an obstacle."

He turned around and re-examined the rudimentary remains on the experimental table.

The crimson crystal still lay there quietly.

The inner starry sky has returned to calm.

"18 years..."

Ron repeated the number softly:

“I have 18 years to prepare for that final battle.”

"18 years should be enough for me to break through from the Moon Rank to the Dark Sun Rank."

"Eighteen years is enough for me to accumulate enough power, knowledge, and allies."

"Eighteen years is enough time for me to learn how..."

He paused, a profound light flashing in his eyes:
How to maintain one's "authenticity" under the gaze of the "King of Records".

"How to use 'truth' as ​​a weapon, instead of 'lies'."

"How can we prove that 'variables' and 'order' are not irreconcilable?"

A plan quickly took shape in his mind.

First, he had to enter a long period of seclusion.

The best place for cultivation is still Nari's Chaos Palace.

Not only can cultivation efficiency be maximized there, but the nature of chaos can also interfere with "recording" to some extent.

In the face of absolute chaos, the eyes of "order" lose focus.

Secondly, he needs to be more cautious about all actions involving "tampering" and "concealment".

Since the King of Records is watching, let's act openly and honestly.

Write your own destiny with real history, real growth, and real choices.

Ron took a deep breath and carefully put the illusory remains back into his storage bag.

He also resealed the paradoxical die.

The price has been paid.

The answer has been obtained.

All that's left is to execute it.

He left the laboratory and walked down the passageway of the observation station to the lower level.

Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

The Palace of Chaos awaits him.

Nari was waiting for him.

And what about those plans that are not yet completed:
The layout of the stoker's star;

The Potions Professor's Advancement;
Preparation for the Golden Ring assessment;
The promotion ceremony for Eve, Lilia, and others;
as well as……

Eighteen years later, in a world about to undergo a turning point.

"Time has begun its countdown."

　Once you've accomplished most of the small goals mentioned in this chapter, the timeline will officially jump to 18 years later. Your seclusion will end, and you'll advance to the Dark Sun level (as mentioned before, you only need ten times the magic power to advance; for the Dark Sun level, you'll need to compress your magic power to more than fifty times).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)