Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

The eerie light within the chaotic heart continued to flow as always.

Deep within Ron's sea of ​​consciousness, a magnificent phantom, forged from highly compressed mercury magic, stood silently.

It was a huge, abstract humanoid silhouette:
It was draped in a black veil woven from chaos, obscuring the specific form of all facial features;
The body is made of flowing starlight, and every inch of its "skin" reflects the eternal trajectory of the stars;
The tightly closed "mysterious door" on his chest opened and closed slightly with each "breath," releasing indescribable power;
The barely visible [Empty Crown] above, with its seven empty gem slots like thirsty eyes, awaits to be filled one by one.
"This is my ethereal body."

For the first time, Ron "saw" the essence of his own existence so directly. The feeling was both strange and familiar, like suddenly discovering that the person in the mirror had developed their own consciousness.

As was his habit, he focused his mind and tried to open the familiar job panel to check his "stats" after his promotion.

What is your physical constitution? How much has your mental strength increased? What level has your magic power reserve reached?
These were once the only yardstick by which he measured his own progress.

However, Ron was stunned when the panel unfolded in his mind.

The familiar "Basic Attributes" section—Mental Strength, Magic Power, and Constitution.

All the words and numbers began to blur and distort, as if ink had been thrown into water.

The numbers are melting.

The words are dissolving.

The entire clean and concise data interface, as if erased by an invisible eraser, is disappearing in a gentle yet irreversible way.

"what happened?!"

Ron was startled; his first thought was that the panel had malfunctioned.

But then, lines of brand new prompts began to slowly appear in that blank space:
[Panel Prompt]:
[A "nascent form of a virtual skeleton" has been detected in the host.]

A qualitative change has occurred at the level of the soul.

[Establishing a "fundamental connection to the soul"]

[The virtual skeleton's permissions have been confirmed and are currently undergoing "translation."]

Translation progress: 17% 43% 76% 98%

Translation complete.

The basic data interface has been hidden; the "Virtual Intrinsic Interface" is now enabled.

The new interface will present the host's state using a "soul entity mapping" method.

[Hint: This is who you truly are.]

Ron understood.

The control panel is no longer that lofty, cold "system," nor is it simply a tool for recording data.

It grows and evolves alongside him.

When he was still an apprentice, the panel told him "how strong you are" with the simplest numbers;
When he becomes a full-fledged wizard, a Moon-level wizard, the panel begins to display more complex skills and professions;

Now, as he has constructed the rudimentary form of his ethereal body and touched the essence of the soul, the panel has become the "operation interface" and "status display" of his ethereal body.

He no longer needs those cold numbers, because he can now “see” his own soul.

Ron took a deep breath and checked the attributes again.

This time, what appeared before him was no longer the familiar list, but instead a real-time projection of the magnificent void deep within his soul.

The humanoid phantom slowly rose from the depths of his consciousness and hovered in the center of his "field of vision".

Then, as if stage lights were gradually turned on, lines of new information began to appear around the phantom:
【Silent Theater】—An Overview of the Soul Stage
▌Stage Core

◆Theatre completeness: 13% (Early stage of Dark Sun level)
◆Crown Status: No crown [0/7] Gems not in place

◆Core Gate: Sealed (Emergency Lift: Available once / at a great cost)
▌Starring Three Pillars

Stargazing

├ Role Status: Stable Performance
Stage presence: ★★★☆
Performance Rating: B (Master-level observation, time series prediction bonus)
Special markers: [Star Projection] [Time-Aware Eye Collaboration] [Star Trails]
The Chaos Obscurer

├ Role Status: Stable Performance
Stage presence: ★★★☆
├Expressiveness Rating: B- (Chaotic Adaptation, Absurd Resonance)
Special markers: [Premonition of Crisis] [Potential for Concept Erasure] [Absurd Asylum]
Thunderfire Arbiter

├ Role Status: Stable Performance
Stage coordination: ★★★

Performance rating: C+ (Violent, requires deeper control)
Special markers: [Elemental Affinity], [Resentment Resonance], [Destructive Instinct]
▌Civilizational Resonance
◇Wizard Civilization Recognition: ★★☆ (Contributor to Narrative Potions)
◇Cumulative Blessing Value: 83% (Continuously increasing)
◇Potential Impact: Continuously spreading.
Ron stared at the new interface and began to gradually try to understand it.

"13%"

He looked at the number for "theater integrity":
"It turns out I'm still so far from being 'complete'."

But soon, he noticed the “★” ratings.

Starlight and Chaos both reached three and a half stars, and although Thunderfire only reached three stars, it was still quite impressive overall.

"These ratings should correspond to my level of control over each share of power."

Ron seemed thoughtful:
"Starlight has the highest coordination because it has broken through to mastery of [Time Sequence Prophecy].

"Although Chaos is elusive, it has developed a tacit understanding with Nari through their long-term symbiosis."

"As for thunder and fire."

He glanced at the relatively low three-star rating and understood immediately:
“Indeed, although the bloodline of the Thunderfire Tyrant is powerful, my ‘taming’ of it is not deep enough.”

"It functions more as a 'primitive destructive force' and lacks finesse."

This is the value of the new interface.

It no longer tells you "magic = 7.0" with cold numbers, but tells you with intuitive "stage presence" and "performance rating":
What is the current state of your strength? Where does it need strengthening, and where is it already sufficiently mature?

Ron's gaze moved downwards and landed on "Civilization Resonance".

"The Wizarding Civilization receives a rating of two and a half stars."

This rating surprised him slightly.
"I never imagined that the influence of narrative potionology would lead me to such high recognition across the entire civilization."

"And 83% of the favor value."

He could feel it; it was a warm tide slowly flowing into the depths of his soul.

Every moment, countless potion masters who use the "pure formula" are grateful, and countless wizards who have successfully advanced in rank because of it remember it.

These feelings of "gratitude" and "remembrance," through the collective unconscious of civilization, are transformed into the purest "blessings," continuously nourishing him.

"No wonder I received such a powerful boost during my breakthrough."

Ron murmured:
"It turns out that I have been receiving the 'blessings' of the entire civilization all along."

He tried some more operations and found that the new interface was far more flexible than he had imagined.

He can "amplify" a specific power and view its detailed state;
You can "rotate" the illusory projection and examine your soul structure from different angles;

It can even "simulate" a certain operation, previewing what would happen if the "mysterious door" were forcibly opened.
"It's like a 'holographic sandbox' on a spiritual level."

Ron was increasingly amazed as he looked at it:
"The evolution of the panel at the Dark Sun level is actually in this form."

"From 'data recording' to 'entity mapping,' from 'passive display' to 'active interaction.'"

He tried to close the interface, and the illusory projection slowly faded away, hiding deep within his consciousness.

He can summon it again whenever he wants.

"very good."

Ron stood up and stretched his body:
"Now that the panel has been upgraded, I should test out my new abilities."

"but."

He glanced at the walls of the chaotic heart around him and shook his head:
“It’s too dangerous to test here. If it gets out of control, it could affect Mom’s palace.”

"Let's go to that place instead."

Ron closed his eyes, and his consciousness began to sink into a deeper dimension.

In his spiritual sea, there is a special "door".

That was the entrance to the [Sandbox] given to him by the Perfect King Saint Hephaestus:

A "simulation space" that exists independently of reality and is specifically used for training and experimentation.

The last time Erica practiced and taught time management skills, it was conducted in the sand table training ground.

The flow of time there can be adjusted, and space can be arbitrarily shaped.

Most importantly—no matter what happens, it won't affect reality.

"Enter the sand table."

Ron gave the command in a low voice.

The next moment, his consciousness was swallowed up as if by a gentle tide, and the whole world flipped and reassembled before his eyes.

When his vision cleared again, he was standing on a vast, boundless gray-white plain.

The sky is an illusory sea of ​​stars, and the earth is a crystallized platform formed from pure energy.

There is no life, no impurities here, only the purest "possibilities," where any imagination can become reality.

"It's finally out."

A slightly mocking voice came from not far away.

Ron turned his head and saw Azalea's dragon shadow hovering in the air.

The silvery-white dragon scales shimmered under the starlight, and its golden vertical pupils were full of scrutiny, along with a hint of concern that was deliberately hidden.

I feel you've changed.

The dragon soul slowly descended, its enormous body casting a dark shadow on the platform.
"That awful, chaotic smell is still there, and it's even stronger now."

"But there's something even 'harder' in it."

Her dragon tail swung, leaving a shallow mark on the ground:
"It's like a piece of steel that has been forged through countless hammerings. Although the surface is still covered in mud, the core has been completely transformed."

Ron smiled:
“Your metaphor is as straightforward as ever, Azalea.”

"However, mud and stuff."

He shrugged.
"Chaos is one of the core elements of my power, it will be unhappy if you say that."

"Humph!"

Two streams of white steam shot out of Acelia's nostrils:
"I don't care if he's happy or not! In my opinion, chaos is the lowest form of power—it has neither the nobility of order nor the purity of destruction; it's just a lump of worthless mud!"

"But it is precisely this lump of 'mud'."

Ron's tone became serious:
"To allow my other powers to merge together."

"If it weren't for chaos acting as a 'glue,' starlight and lightning would have already started fighting inside me."

Acelia was silent for a moment, then reluctantly admitted:
“Okay, I admit that chaos does have its value in terms of ‘practicality’.”

"Just like rammed earth used in construction, although it may not look beautiful, it is essential."

"but."

Her golden eyes suddenly flashed with a dangerous light:
"Talking without doing is meaningless."

"Since you claim to have undergone a 'complete transformation,' then let this dragon test it out!"

"Has your 'seclusion' over the past few years actually been effective?!"

The dragon's might surged forth like a tide, and the entire sand table space trembled slightly under this pressure.

Ron didn't back down; instead, he smiled expectantly.
"Then please, my 'masterpiece,' take a look at my freshly made work."

"what!"

Azalea swung her dragon body, spreading her wings:
"I can't ask for it!"

"I'll make you understand that power isn't something you can master immediately after breaking through!"

"Come on, kid!"

"Let me see your 'Silent Theater'."

Her voice suddenly became low:
"What kind of great show will they put on!"

………………

Azalea did not give Ron any more time to prepare.

As a pure-blooded ancient dragon with an extremely high bloodline level, even though she is now only in a remnant soul state, her grasp of the timing of battle is still so precise that it is instinctive.

Long Ying inhaled sharply.

This simple action triggered astonishing phenomena in the sand table space.

Energy particles within a radius of hundreds of meters around the dragon's mouth were swept up by an invisible hurricane and converged madly.

Starlight, elements, and even the "texture" of space itself began to distort and deform under this suction force.

"Be careful!"

Acelia's voice was like thunder:
"This is my most proficient [Soul Breath]!"

"It will bypass your shields and your body, attacking the most vulnerable part of your soul!"

"If your ethereal body is not stable enough."

A hint of worry flashed in her golden eyes, but it was quickly masked by fighting spirit:
"Then prepare to become an idiot!"

Before he finished speaking, the dragon spewed something out.

It was neither fire, nor ice, nor venom; the dragon soul spewed out a beam of light purely condensed from "concepts".

It is transparent yet dazzling, invisible yet heavy; its specific color cannot be seen, yet it evokes an instinctive fear deep within one's soul.

Enemies struck by this dragon's breath will suffer from mental confusion and memory distortion at best, and soul disintegration and consciousness annihilation at worst.

Even wizards of the same level would have to defend themselves with all their might against this attack.

However, Ron didn't even raise his hand to cast a spell, nor did he activate any visible defensive measures.

They stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

"Are you crazy?!"

Azalea was filled with shock and anger:
"Defend now! This is no joke!"

But just as the dragon's breath was about to touch Ron's body—the world fell silent.

[Silent Theater] (Advanced Radiation Field) is automatically activated.

The sound did not disappear; the air continued to flow, and the energy particles continued to vibrate.

But a certain "noise" that transcends physical phenomena was forcibly silenced by an invisible force.

The space within a ten-meter radius around Ron became a "stage" redefined by the "narrative rules".

On this stage, all "performances" must follow the director's "script".

Ron is the sole director of this play.

He could clearly "see" that Dragon's Breath's "narrative structure" was being forcibly interpreted by the [Silent Theater]:
Where does this power come from? (Gu Long's soul essence)
What has it gone through? (Thousands of years of accumulation, the tempering of resentment, and contempt for the weak)

What does it crave? (Destruction, conquest, proving its continued strength)
What does it fear? (Being forgotten, being looked down upon, losing its reason for existence)

All this information, under the "listening" of the Silent Theater, is like a disassembled mechanical clock, with every gear and every spring clearly presented.

"found it"

Ron murmured:

"The core of Dragon's Breath's narrative is pride."

"Acelia's pride, the pride of the dragon race, even the power itself is filled with pride."

"So."

He loosely clenched his fists, grasping something unseen:
"Let me 'tune' it a bit."

The second ability of [Silent Theater] is activated – [Deconstruction].

The field began to actively "intervene".

It found the "disharmony" in the dragon's breath, the "vulnerability" hidden within its pride.

Deep within every pride lies fear.

For Azalea, that fear was "being proven no longer powerful".

What the Silent Theater did was to gently "touch" this fear.

The dragon's breath suddenly paused, pride and fear began to clash, and the will to destroy and the desire to prove themselves began to cancel each other out.

It's like an actor suddenly forgetting their lines, or a singer suddenly going off-key.

The entire "logic" of the attack collapsed in an instant.

The dragon's breath hovered in mid-air, less than ten centimeters from Ron's chest.

The condensed concept of "soul destruction" is like a bomb with its fuse pulled, and its internal energy structure is rapidly disintegrating.

Then, they turn into harmless particles and drift away like snowflakes.

The whole process was extremely bizarre.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor the dazzling light of a magical clash.

There was only a chilling "calm," as if the soul-tearing attack had never existed.

Aseria froze completely.

She maintained the posture she had just exhaled, her dragon head slightly tilted forward, her golden eyes wide open.

"What the hell is this?!"

"My dragon breath has been 'dispelled'?!"

"wrong!"

She shook her head violently:
"Even the word 'unload' isn't accurate enough!"

"It's like taking apart a toy, disassembling each part, and then telling it, 'You're not a weapon anymore!'"

Acelia's voice was filled with shock and resentment:
"This isn't a shield! Shields can only block attacks!"

"This is."

She couldn't find the right words to describe it:
"This is tampering! You have tampered with the 'definition' of my dragon's breath!"

Ron slowly lowered his hand and nodded in satisfaction:
“You’re absolutely right, Acelia.”

"This is my domain—the Silent Theater."

He pointed to the seemingly ordinary space around him, which actually concealed hidden secrets:

“On my ‘stage,’ all the ‘performers’ (attacks) who enter will be forced to ‘listen.’”

"Their 'scripts' (attack intentions) will be 'reviewed.' Those 'dissonant notes' (hostile energy structures) will be automatically 'tuned' (deconstructed)."

"Simply put, in the Silent Theater, only I can decide what is 'harmony' and what is 'noise'."

"And all the 'noise'."

He snapped his fingers: "They'll all be muted."

This explanation plunged Azalea into a long silence.

After a long while, the dragon soul finally let out a long breath:

You monster!

There was no malice in the voice; rather, it carried the complex emotions of an elder witnessing the growth of a younger generation.

"At first I thought you were just a lucky kid who managed to break through by chance."

"Later we found out you did have some talent, but that's about it."

But now

Aseria's head was slightly lowered, a posture extremely rare for a proud ancient dragon:
"I have to admit, you've taken a path that even I can't understand."

"The Silence Theater is a space that transcends the simple concept of 'attack and defense'."

"It's more like a 'rule,' a 'rule' that you impose on your surroundings with your own ideas."

She paused:

"If you can fully expand this 'rule' to cover a sufficiently large area."

"On your 'stage,' any enemy will be weakened, and you..."

"It will become the sole 'ruler'."

This was a high compliment that Acelia had never given before.

Ron wasn't proud; instead, he shook his head.
"You're right, the field is indeed very strong."

"But it also has a fatal flaw."

He looked at his hands, where sweat was faintly seeping out.

"Maintaining the [Silent Theater] is extremely costly."

"Just now, merely 'listening' and 'deconstructing' your dragon breath consumed nearly half of my magic power."

"and"

Ron's expression turned serious:
"The ability to 'deconstruct' a field depends on my understanding of the attack 'narrative'."

“I am very familiar with your dragon breath, and I know that its core is ‘pride’, so I can intervene precisely.”

“But if I’m facing a completely unfamiliar attack, I might not even have time to ‘listen’ before I get hit.”

Not to mention

He smiled bitterly:
“If the enemy’s attack itself has no ‘narrative’—purely physical crushing or magical outburst—the effect of the field will be greatly reduced.”

These shortcomings were what he realized during that brief exchange.

【Silent Theater】is very strong, strong enough to dismantle complex attacks of the same or even higher level.

But it's not a panacea.

Faced with those "simple and brutal" attack methods, the field's "deconstruction" ability will fail because it "has no way to start".

Just as a psychologist can resolve mental illnesses, but is powerless against physical harm like being punched in the face.

"It's good to know your weaknesses."

Acelia nodded:

"Arrogant fools often die from their own illusion of invincibility."

"Your ability to clearly recognize the limitations of the field shows that your mind is still relatively normal."

"but."

Her dragon body suddenly tensed, and her oppressive aura surged once more:
"Good defense! But you can't win a battle by just taking hits!"

"A wizard who only knows how to defend will always be forced to fight on the defensive!"

"Let me see your 'offensive' tactics!"

"If your Void Relic can only 'dismantle other people's attacks,' then it's a defective product!"

The dragon's shadow soared into the air, and even more terrifying energy fluctuations began to gather around it.

"Since your field can 'dismantle' my dragon breath."

The dragon's voice came from high above:

"Then I won't give you time to 'disassemble' it!"

The next instant, Azalea swooped down.

The enormous dragon body fell like a meteor, its silvery-white scales rubbing against the air as it moved at high speed, sparking dazzling flames.

When it was still ten meters above the ground, the dragon's mouth suddenly opened and it began to chant:
"Khaz'goroth" (steel)

The elements in the air began to vibrate violently.

“Sul'thraze” (destruction)

Dozens of [rune-like] objects made of pure magic coalesced around the dragon's shadow.

“Quel'dorei” (order)

The runes began to arrange themselves according to a precise geometric structure, forming a three-dimensional magic array.

This is [Dragon Magic Rune Critical Strike]!
One of Azalea's signature combat techniques is to construct a magical structure in an extremely short time and then unleash all its power at the same moment.

This attack does not rely on "narrative"; it is purely a violent output of magic and structure.

Even if the Silent Theater can "listen," it won't have time to "deconstruct" it!
"A very smart choice."

Ron praised in a low voice.

He could tell that Acelia was using practical teaching—using this method to tell him:
Even the strongest field is not omnipotent.

Faced with "speed overpowering" and "pure brute force," even the most exquisite techniques may become ineffective.

The unnamed ethereal body slowly "opened its eyes" in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The humanoid phantom draped in a black veil, with its head suspended in mid-air and without a crown, revealed its "battle stance" for the first time in its entirety.

"Observation".

Ron gave the command in a low voice.

The ethereal skeleton's "eyes" suddenly "focused".

The abilities of the [Stargazer] are fully activated.

With the help of the [Time Prediction (Mastery)] trait [Traces of Stars], Ron's "vision" underwent a dramatic change.

The world has slowed down.

To be precise, it's not that time actually slowed down, but rather that his "cognitive speed" increased to an incredible level.

Aseria's dive was still swift, and her dragon chanting was still fluent.

But in Ron's eyes, every detail was magnified and made infinitely clear.

【Traces of Stars】 allows him not only to “see” the present, but also to “foresee” the future.

Countless silver "possibility trajectories" extended from Acelia's body:

This trajectory indicates that she will complete the construction of the seventh rune in the next second;
The trajectory indicated that she would begin chanting the final activation word in 0.3 seconds;

The brightest trail indicates that she will detonate all the runes simultaneously in 0.7 seconds.
At the intersection of these trajectories, Ron "saw" a "node" that shone with a blinding light.

That's the most crucial link in the entire spell chain:
[The mana injection point for the ninth rune].

If this rune cannot be completed on time, the entire structure of the magic circle will collapse.

Subsequent runes will fail to activate due to the loss of their "anchor point," and the entire [Dragon Spell] will disintegrate before it can be cast.

"found it!"

A brilliant starlight shone deep within Ron's pupils:
“That’s the key point of the ‘narrative,’ if we can intervene there.”

He didn't continue thinking.

Because time was running out.

There are only 0.5 seconds left until Azalea completes her ninth rune.

"Cover up!"

The second order was issued.

The abilities of the Chaos Overseer are activated.

The black veil covering the head of the illusory body suddenly trembled violently, as if it were alive.

Countless chaotic threads, as thin as hair, emerged from the veil, piercing the boundary between reality and consciousness, and directly invading Acelia's "cognitive level."

The essence of chaos is "uncertainty".

What the Chaos Overseer does is forcefully inject this "uncertainty" into the enemy's mind.

Azalea's dragon soul suddenly froze!
Her body continued to plunge forward, and the magic continued to flow.

But just as she was about to recite the dragon language word corresponding to the ninth rune, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten it!

"MalaMala what was it again?!"

The dragon soul's consciousness went blank.

That dragon language word that was clearly etched into my soul, spoken countless times, and could never be forgotten.

At that moment, it vanished from her memory!
The thing is right in front of you, but you just can't see it; the answer is on your tongue, but you just can't say it.

This is a kind of "interference" that is more terrifying than mental shock.

It doesn't cause pain, so it doesn't trigger defensive instincts, and it doesn't even generate the awareness that "I am being attacked."

You'll just think that you suddenly "did something stupid".

But this brief moment of "foolishness" can be fatal in a high-level battle.

0.1 seconds.

Azalea's mental lapse due to "forgetting her lines" lasted only 0.1 seconds.

This 0.1-second gap was the "critical moment" that Ron "observed" using [Star Trails]!
"ruling!"

The third order was like a death sentence.

The Mysterious Gate on Ron's chest cracked open, leaving only a narrow slit that could allow a wisp of power to pass through.

Even just this one wisp is enough.

A beam of "judgment light" that combined the power of thunder, fire, and stars shot out from the crack in the door.

Following the "inevitable trajectory" predicted by the [Star Trail], it precisely hit Acelia's most vulnerable "node".

It was the Ninth Rune that was being constructed but had fallen into a state of "energy suspension" because the caster "forgot the words".

"boom--!"

The rune shattered on the spot.

The collapse of this rune triggered a chain reaction.

The entire [Dragon Dharma Array] structure lost its key support point, and like a building without its load-bearing pillars, it gradually began to collapse!
The remaining eight runes trembled violently, their internal magic spiraling out of control and beginning to clash and collide with each other.

"No!"

Aseria finally realized what had happened, and she frantically tried to stabilize the magic circle.

But it's too late.

“Boom, boom—!!”

The nine runes exploded almost simultaneously.

The explosion did not spread outwards, but instead formed a chaotic vortex of magic around the dragon's shadow.

The energy that should have been used to attack the enemy is now backfiring on the caster himself!
Aseria's dragon soul trembled violently, her silver-white figure became translucent, and she almost collapsed on the spot.

She managed to steady herself, but had to stop her dive and stagger to the ground.

The entire dragon looked somewhat dull.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!"

Aseria gasped for breath, her dragon claws carving deep grooves into the ground.

"Pause! Give me a pause!"

Ron dispelled his ethereal battle stance and closed the [Mysterious Gate].

He could feel that the "observe-conceal-judgment" combo he had just executed had consumed nearly ten percent of his magic power.

Although incredibly powerful, it's definitely not a move that can be used casually.

"Are you alright, Acelia?"

He asked with some concern, after all, Dragon Soul's current condition looked quite bad.

"I'm fine"

Acelia swung her dragon claw, her golden eyes fixed on Ron:

"I just need some time to understand."

"What on earth just happened?!"

Her voice changed from a low murmur to a roar:
"You bastard!"

"You actually...!"

The dragon soul seemed too angry to speak, its head thrashing wildly in the air:
"You interrupted my spellcasting?!"

Ron couldn't help but laugh.

"This is how I use my Void Body."

He explained in detail:

“Observe the ‘script’ and find the key ‘turning point’.”

"【Covering up】'dialogue' creates an unpredictable 'mental blank'."

"Then when you 'forget your lines,' I, the 'director,' will give you the most accurate 'judgment.'"

"A three-step combo, each step linked to the next."

These words silenced Azalea.

She coiled herself into a dragon form, gazing at Ron, and let out a long sigh:

"You win, kid."

"I have to admit it."

Her voice softened:

"Your ethereal form is more terrifying than I imagined."

"Observation gives you the eyes to 'predict'."

"【Covering】gives you the means to 'interfere'."

"The verdict has given you the authority to 'end' it."

"The combination of the three."

Acelia shook her head:

"This is a complete 'tactical system'."

During the conversation, Ron initiated the repair procedure.

In the sandbox space, the silvery-white repair light swept across the battlefield as if time were flowing backward.

Azalea's dragon body was also reshaped in the light.

“You, this ‘virtual nascent form,’ are truly a monster.”

Her tail unconsciously curled around Ron's calf as she spoke.

That's an unconscious gesture of goodwill that dragons only make to their blood relatives or sworn partners, signifying "I acknowledge your power, and I trust that you won't harm me."

The temperature emanating from the silver scales was cool yet soft, like some living thing gently caressing you.

Dragon Soul looked at Ron:

"Now I understand why that 'Clown King' is so fond of you; your fighting style itself is full of 'absurdity'."

"The enemy thinks they are fighting a normal battle, but they have actually been pulled into your 'stage' long ago."

“They think they are casting a spell, but they are actually performing according to your ‘script’.”

"When they realized something was wrong."

The dragon soul's deep voice was like a prophecy:

"The game is over."

Ron felt both pleased and wary upon hearing this assessment.

Reassuringly, the ability of the Void Remains did indeed achieve the expected results.

A word of caution: Azalea points out a key problem – this tactic relies too heavily on surprise.

"you're right."

Ron frankly admitted:
"My ethereal body is very strong, but it also has obvious weaknesses."

"[Observation] requires time for analysis, and there may not be enough time to react to a sudden attack."

"【Concealment】is only effective against 'complex thinking' and will fail against purely instinctive beasts or unconscious puppets."

"The power of [Judgment] depends on the degree to which the door is opened; a full-force strike will deplete the very essence of the soul."

These weaknesses were all experienced firsthand in actual combat, and they are areas he needs to pay attention to and find ways to remedy in the future. (End of Chapter)