Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 635 The Worst Ending
The laboratory was cleaner than I had imagined.

All the equipment was neatly arranged, and the glassware gleamed coldly under the magic lights.

The walls were covered with experimental records, the dense text spreading out like a spider web.

However, this tidiness reveals a morbid sense of compulsion, just like a person who, when extremely anxious, repeatedly tidies up their room to gain a sense of control.

A slender figure lay on a simple cot in the corner.

Euphemia wore a rumpled robe, her long hair was disheveled on the pillow, and her face was so pale it was almost transparent.

Hearing footsteps, she struggled to open her eyes.

Those once proud, blood-red eyes are now dull and lifeless, like gems soaked in rainwater.

"Owner."

Her voice was hoarse, weak, and ashamed.

Euphemia struggled to sit up, but her body was too weak, and she could only barely prop herself up.

The robe slipped down, revealing pale shoulders and neck.

Those once smooth, jade-like skins are now covered with fine, blood-red lines.

Those are the "traces" left by the tentacles of chaos on the level of consciousness.

She kept her head down, not daring to look Ron in the eye.

"I'm sorry I let you down."

"Over the course of thirty years, I thought I had built a solid foundation."

"But in reality, I'm just doing all the work for someone else."

"Intelligence, finances, public sentiment. Everything I thought I controlled was actually in someone else's hands from the very beginning."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and her eyes began to redden.
"I was so stupid. So arrogant."

Ron did not comfort her.

He simply watched this once proud vampire witch, watching her humbled state.

After a while, he finally spoke:
"You have indeed made a lot of mistakes."

Euphemia's body stiffened.

"But mistakes are not irreversible."

Ron turned and walked toward the lab table:
"Compile all your research data; I need to fully understand your progress over the past thirty years."

"in addition."

He turned to look at Euphemia:
“You don’t need to come with me for now. Nari said your ‘education’ isn’t over yet, so cooperate with her.”

"Once you truly understand where your problem lies, we can discuss what to do next."

Euphemia bit her lip and nodded vigorously.

Although she was afraid of the "education" that was to come, she knew it was a price she had to pay.

"Ivy, lead the way."

"Yes, Master."

Ivy followed behind Ron, and before leaving, she glanced back at Euphemia.

A complex emotion flashed in those blood-red eyes—pity, indifference, and a subtle sense of satisfaction that "you deserve it."

The door slowly closed.

In the laboratory, Euphemia sat alone on the bed, sensing the terrifying presence slowly awakening deep within her consciousness.

"Little mare~"

Nari's gentle voice rang out:
"Have you rested enough? Let's continue~"

"This time, Mom is going to teach you how to 'face' each of your mistakes."

"besides."

The tentacles suddenly tightened:

"Have you ever had the thought of 'running away'?"

Euphemia's body trembled violently.

“I don’t have any.”

"Lying~"

Nari's voice turned cold:
"Mom hates children who lie the most!"

"It seems you need a more profound 'education'~"

Ron continued walking without stopping in the corridor outside.

Ivy followed behind him, her skirt leaving a silent trail on the ground.

What kind of room do you need?

she asked softly.

"Quiet, isolated, and preferably with complete runic protection."

Ron replied:

"The divination I'm about to perform involves some sensitive information."

"No one can interfere, including Euphemia."

"understood."

Ivy nodded:

“I know a place that was the ‘meditation room’ that the adults prepared for themselves.”

“There are seven layers of runic barriers there, which can isolate all perception and spying.”

“Even an adult herself, if you set up protection inside, she cannot force her way in.”

"very good."

Ron nodded in satisfaction:
"take me."

The two walked through several narrow corridors and finally arrived at an inconspicuous little door.

The door had no decorations, not even a chain, and looked like a storage room.

But when Ivy opened the door, the scene inside was completely different.

This is a small room, no more than ten square meters in size.

The walls, floors, and ceilings are all made of pure white runic stone.

The surfaces of those stones were densely covered with protective runes, each one glowing faintly, twinkling like stars.

"This is the 'absolute territory' that the adults spent three years building."

Ivy explained:
"Inside here, any external interference will be blocked."

"At the same time, no internal magical fluctuations will leak out."

"Even a high-level wizard's detection cannot penetrate these seven barriers."

She frowned:
"However, precisely because the isolation is so thorough, there are no supplies available here."

"If you need a long divination session, I suggest you prepare food and water beforehand."

Ron shook his head:
"No need, I won't stay long."

He stepped into the room and stood in the center of the six-pointed star array.

"You stand guard outside; anyone who wants to come in must pass through you first."

"Including Euphemia."

"Yes, Master."

Ivy bowed respectfully.

Ron raised his hand and activated the room's runic protection.

"Om..."

After the final barrier was activated, even the door disappeared.

From the outside, the door still exists, but from the inside, the wall has become a single, intact structure.

Ron took a deep breath and took out his divination tools from his storage bag:

A set of exquisite divination cards, a polished crystal ball, and several sticks of specially made True Vision Incense.

He lit the True Vision Incense, and as the smoke slowly rose, he sat in the center of the six-pointed star array and spread the divination cards out in front of him.

The ability of [Time Sequence Prediction (Mastery)] is fully activated.

Countless silver "possible trajectories" unfolded before his eyes:

That is a branch of the future, a picture of destiny, a "reality" that has not yet happened.

"let me see."

Ron's eyes deepened:
"Just how many secrets are those three undercover agents hiding?"

The skill at the [Timing Prediction (Mastery)] level is not simply about "seeing the future".

Its essence is to observe countless possible branches and then filter out the "most valuable" information from them.

The practitioner's state of mind is crucial in this process.

Any emotional fluctuation can affect the accuracy of observations.

Five minutes later, Ron opened his eyes.

In the depths of his pupils, starlight began to flow.

The phantom of the [Threshold of Darkness] slowly emerged behind me, and the tightly closed "door" trembled slightly, as if it were resonating with something.

"let's start."

The divination cards flew out of the wooden box and automatically arranged themselves into a circle in the air.

Each card was faintly glowing, and the patterns on its surface began to twist and deform, writhing like living things.

Ron stretched out his right hand, his fingers tracing a line in the air.

Magic, like invisible threads, connected him to the cards.

"Revealing the truth, pointing the way... Where lies the real threat to Twilight City?"

The divination cards flew up automatically and spun in the air.

Their trajectories follow a certain pattern—like the movement of stars, or like the eddies of water.

A few seconds later, the three cards broke free of the vortex and slowly landed on the stone table in front of Ron.

The first card – [The Hanged Man (Reversed)]

Ron stared at the cards.

In the video, a man is hanging upside down from a tree, but his expression is unusually calm, even with a slight smile.

Because it's reversed, the whole image presents a strange sense of dislocation.

It wasn't that he was being hung up; rather, it was as if the whole world had turned upside down, and only he was maintaining the "correct" posture.

What's most striking are his hands.

Those hands weren't bound; instead, they were gesturing in the air.

Fine silver threads, as thin as hair, extend from between the fingers and disappear at the edge of the image.

Ron frowned and examined the silver lines closely.

As his attention focused, the image began to change subtly:
The silver lines became clearer, and the direction in which they extended gradually became apparent.

Some extend into the darkness beyond the frame, some intertwine into a net, and some are wrapped around the neck of the person hanging upside down.

The Hanged Man Reversed

Ron begins to interpret:
“Traditionally, the upright Hanged Man represents ‘passive sacrifice’ and ‘seeing the world from a different perspective’.”

"When it is reversible, this sacrifice becomes an active choice, or rather..."

His gaze fell on the silver lines:
"manipulate."

“This person is not a victim who was hung up; he himself is the rope.”

"He used himself as a fulcrum to weave an invisible net."

Everyone thought they were acting freely, but in reality, every step they took was within their expectations.

"And the thread wrapped around his own neck."

Ron's expression turned serious:
"This is a warning—the weaver is so engrossed in his own web that he can no longer distinguish whether he is controlling the web or the web is controlling him."

He made a mental note of it:
The person in charge of the intelligence system is skilled at planning and may already be deeply entrenched in it.

The second card is revealed—[Treasure Chest (Reversed)]

The visuals are surprisingly simple.

A magnificent treasure chest lay open, but inside was nothing.

No, that's not right.

Ron stared at the empty box, and after a moment he noticed something was amiss:
There is a reflection on the inner wall of the box.

But what was reflected was a treasure chest filled with gold coins and jewels.

"Mirror image?"

He muttered to himself, then noticed more details.

At the bottom of the treasure chest reflected in the mirror, there is a tiny hidden compartment.

The hidden compartment was half-open, and there seemed to be something inside.

But when Ron tried to see it clearly, the entire reflection suddenly blurred, as if the surface of the water had been disturbed.

Once the image stabilized, the treasure chest in the reflection was empty, and all the jewels had disappeared.

But new reflections appeared on the outer wall of the box, and in those reflections, gold coins could be seen flowing in all directions.
"The reversed treasure chest represents emptiness, poverty, or..."

Ron lowered his voice:
"False abundance."

"On the surface, the box appears to be empty."

However, through its 'reflection,' that is, the accounting records, it appears to be filled with wealth.

"The discrepancy between the actual situation and the records means that someone is falsifying the accounts."

He looked at the reflections of the gold coins flowing in all directions:
"Moreover, it was done extremely cleverly, without transferring the wealth all at once, but through countless 'reasonable' expenditures, diverting the wealth to various hidden channels."

"When someone noticed, the box was already empty, but the ledger still showed it as 'full'."

Ron's Mark: The hollowing out of the fiscal system.

The manipulator is well-versed in the art of deception and is adept at making lies appear more real than the truth.

The third card – [The Priestess (Reversed)]

This card has the most complex imagery.

A figure dressed in a priest's robe sits on a high platform, raising his hands in a gesture of blessing.

His face was blurry, but his mouth was unusually clear.

The mouth was speaking, and the movement of its lips left faint golden trails in the air.

Because it's reversed, the whole image appears distorted.

The golden trails fell downwards, landing among the crowd below the stage.

The faces of the crowd were blurred, but their movements were perfectly synchronized.

Everyone was nodding and clapping; everyone was making the same gesture.

Ron stared at the gesture.

At first, he couldn't see anything, but when he focused his attention, he discovered that the trajectory of the gesture was exactly the same as the trajectory of the priest's lips.

"The trajectory of words has been transformed into physical actions."

He frowned:
"The reversed Priest, traditionally, represents 'false teaching' or 'abuse of authority'."

“But this card reveals something deeper—not just hypocrisy, but ‘assimilation’.”

He watched the synchronized movements of the people below the stage:
“The priest’s words fell among the crowd, transforming into action in the form of ‘sound’.”

"Those who hear him speak will involuntarily act according to his will."

“What’s even more frightening is that they themselves don’t realize it.”

Ron's voice turned serious:
"This is a 'rewriting' on a spiritual level."

"Those who are persuaded by him will experience a subtle change in their mindset."

They still feel they are making their own decisions, but in reality…

"Their 'choice' was already predetermined when they heard those words."

The three cards are arranged in a line on the table.

Ron pondered for a moment and began to analyze the situation comprehensively:
"The Hanged Man, the Chest, the Priest. Three cards, three dimensions."

"The first one tells me that someone is weaving an information web and controlling the flow of intelligence."

However, over-reliance on one's own self-constructed intelligence network can be exploited.

"The second report reveals that the fiscal system has been hollowed out, and real wealth is being secretly lost."

But this itself is a weakness; if we can seize upon it, the opponent will crumble without a fight.

"The third warning is that people's hearts are being changed silently, and apparent loyalty may just be an illusion that has been implanted."

But ultimately, it can only rely on words to sway people; in the face of true power, words are the most powerless…

He looked up at the common image that emerged behind the three cards—a heart.

The heart is not on any card, but it is reflected in the corners of three cards simultaneously.

Like three mirrors, reflecting the same hidden truth from different angles.

"Heart Clan."

Ron whispered:
"Intelligence, finance, and morale—three traitors, three pillars, supporting an invisible tower."

"And Euphemia."

He shook his head:
"She thought she was building a tower, but in reality she was just adding bricks to someone else's tower."

All three cards are flipped over simultaneously, face down.

The first divination has ended, and the key to breaking the deadlock is already very clear—lure the snake out of its hole and strike at its heart!
After a short rest, Ron focused his mind again and began the second divination.

"Revealing the truth, guiding the way"

"The question—who is the Blade in the Shadows (the hidden Marquis)?"

This time, the cards spun much more violently.

They collided at high speed in the air, making a screeching friction sound.

A faint smell of burning filled the air, a side effect of the excessive concentration of magic.

Ron frowned.

Divination is encountering "resistance".

It is not an active attack; the target of the divination itself carries a certain "oppressive" quality.

Just like trying to observe the sun with a microscope, the light itself will burn the observer's eyes.

He increased his magical output.

The "door" of the Dark Threshold has been opened even wider.

Starlight, chaos, and the aura of "judgment" surged forth, forming a protective membrane around him.

Finally, a card flew out of the vortex and landed heavily on the stone table.

"Snapped!"

Like the sounding of war drums.

The Chariot (Reversed)

Ron stared at the card.

In the scene, the chariot that should have been pulled by two horses, one black and one white, is now pulled by only one horse.

The horse was entirely crimson, whether from its natural color or from being stained with blood, it was hard to tell.

It pulled the chariot at breakneck speed, but instead of moving forward, it just spun around in place.

The chariot wheels were stuck in the mud, and with each turn, a large amount of blood and mud would be splashed up.

The blood and mud fell to the ground and solidified into various twisted shapes.

Some resemble broken weapons, some resemble shattered armor, and some resemble curled-up human figures.

The most bizarre thing was the driver.

It was a human shape, but its face was blank, lacking features, with only a smooth skin.

Even without eyes, Ron could still feel the humanoid figure "watching" him.

The feeling was like being locked on by a ferocious beast; even without seeing its eyes, you could clearly sense its killing intent.

Ron carefully observed every detail of the picture.

The chariot was covered with a dense array of scratches.

The scratches, some deep, some shallow, some new, some old, were layered together, like some kind of record.

He counted them—there were at least a hundred.

“Scars.”

Ron lowered his head to take notes:
"These scars are 'proof'."

“Every wound represents a near-death experience.” “But the tank keeps running, and the driver is still alive.”

His gaze fell on the crimson horse.

The horse's eyes were blood red, with black bruises around the eye sockets, caused by prolonged lack of sleep and rest.

It was running wildly, its expression filled with nothing but morbid excitement.

"The Chariot Reversed"

Ron begins to interpret:
“The upright Chariot represents ‘victory of will’ and ‘control of direction’.”

"When reversed, this will becomes uncontrollable madness, and the direction becomes a blind charge."

He looked at the chariot that was spinning in place:
"This driver isn't 'moving forward,' he's simply 'fighting.'"

"Fight for the sake of fighting, charge forward even when wounded, and constantly seek out the next opponent to prove that you are 'alive'."

The screen suddenly flickered.

The shadow of the chariot stretched long on the ground, and its shape began to twist and deform.
Ultimately, the shadow revealed a corpse.

But the corpse was moving.

It crawled on the ground, its body mangled, its head cut in half, its spine broken into several pieces, and its internal organs dragging behind it.
But it kept climbing, kept moving forward.

"This should indicate that the opponent possesses extremely strong immortality."

Ron lowered his voice:
"No matter how severe the injury, it will forcibly recover."

Like that shadow—even with its body shattered, it still 'moves forward.'

He looked at that faceless face:
"And the scariest thing is that he enjoys the process."

The screen flickered again.

This time, the scene is set in a locked room:
A blurry figure was speaking, in a stern tone:
"Don't kill him, just repel him."

That faceless humanoid figure was laughing.

Although it has no mouth, the entire blank face is contorted, and the curve of that contortion is clearly the shape of a "smile".

Then, a line of blurry text appeared at the bottom of the screen:
There are only two outcomes on the battlefield.

The text gradually became clear:
"You die, or I die."

When the last sentence appeared, the entire card trembled, as if it could not bear the weight of that "fighting spirit".

"It seems that a complete battle maniac has arrived, which is quite a good match for his profession."

"The Heart Clan sent him, probably with the intention of intimidation and seizing the formula."

"But they overlooked one problem..."

Ron snorted coldly:
"A mad dog won't obey orders."

He took a deep breath and rested for a moment.

The first two divinations had already consumed nearly 30% of his magic power.

Although the Dark Threshold connects the astral plane and chaos, its energy is nearly limitless.

The problem is that the "speed of energy transfer" is limited.

Just like a large reservoir, if water is only transported through a thin pipe, it cannot instantly fill a swimming pool.

Now, he needs to slow down the magic circulation system a little, so that the transmission speed can catch up with the consumption speed.

Three minutes later, Ron stood up straight again and opened a box in his storage bag.

A die lay quietly inside.

The die has six sides, each with a different number engraved on it.

These numbers scrolled and transformed into different patterns: some were smiling faces, some were crying faces, some were blank, and some were so distorted that their shapes were completely unrecognizable.

"'The Paradoxical Dice'".

Ron toyed with the dice with some hesitation:

"We have no choice but to bring out this great deity again."

"This thing can turn the impossible into the possible, and the inevitable into the possible."

He looked at the dice in his hand, the cold touch spreading from his fingertips:

"Ordinary divination cannot break through higher-level cognitive barriers."

"But this..."

Ron put the dice down:
"It can."

The phantom of the [Threshold of Darkness] appeared behind him, and the tightly closed "door" roared open once more.

"The third divination."

Ron silently posed a somewhat vague question to himself:

"Will there be unpredictable consequences if we go all out to eliminate our opponents?"

Will the Grand Duke behind the Heart Clan intervene?

He tossed the "paradoxical die" into the air.

The dice spin in mid-air, and with each rotation, the surrounding reality becomes more distorted.

Cracks began to appear in space, and the flow of time became chaotic.

In some places, time accelerates, and the candle burns out instantly; in other places, time stands still, and the smoke hangs suspended in mid-air.

The dice spun faster and faster, eventually turning into a blurry blur of light and shadow.

Then... it stopped.

"Click."

The dice landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

On the upward-facing side, a distorted symbol appeared, resembling a smiley face and a crying face superimposed together, so eerie that it was impossible to look directly at it.

In the depths of Ron's pupils, starlight began to flow.

[Chronological Prophecy (Mastery)] Fully activated, in conjunction with the power of the "Paradox Dice".

His consciousness began to penetrate the layers of mist, probing towards that tightly sealed "possibility".

First layer: The future of Twilight City.

Second layer: The heart clan's response.

Third layer: ...

"boom--!"

An invisible wall appeared in front of him.

That was a cognitive barrier at the level of a great wizard, a "defense" formed by bloodline, authority, and countless years.

Any divination performed by someone below the rank of a Grand Wizard will be blocked by this wall.

But the "paradoxical die" is shining.

The distorted symbol began to writhe, crawling out from the surface of the die and turning into countless tiny cracks.

The cracks spread through space, and eventually...

"Crack!"

The wall is broken.

It wasn't shattered, but rather "rewritten".

The statement changed from "this wall exists" to "this wall does not exist".

Ron's consciousness continued to advance.

The fourth layer: The Grand Duke's secret.

Fifth floor: ...

The image began to appear.

However, these images are extremely blurry, as if viewed through frosted glass, where only the general outlines and colors can be seen.

In the blood-stained battlefield.

Two blurry figures were fighting, one radiating starlight and chaos, the other burning with undying karmic fire.

Eventually... one of them fell.

But who exactly fell down? The image was too blurry to see clearly.

Then the perspective suddenly zooms out, shifting to an overhead view of the entire world.

In the northwest corner, deep within the island shrouded in thick fog, a stone coffin cracked open.

A deeper sense of presence emanating from the crack is like a black hole suddenly appearing, sucking everything around it in.

Ron felt an indescribable sense of oppression as a blood-red phantom rose from the island.

The outline of the phantom was extremely blurry; it could only be roughly discerned as a human shape, and it was several thousand meters tall.

But this vague existence merely "appears"...

Space is distorting.

Gravity is in chaos.

Time is out of sync.

Ron “saw” that where the phantom passed, the “rules” of reality began to be rewritten.

It's like someone taking an eraser, erasing the "original rules," and then writing the "new rules" with a pen.

Strangely, the phantom did not directly "attack" anyone.

It just stood there, as if it were thinking about something.

After a while, the phantom raised its hand, and a blood cage unfolded in the air.

After the crimson stain spread, it quickly spread throughout the entire Twilight City.

Like a giant net, it traps everyone within it.

Ron “sees” himself trapped in an invisible cage.

The [Threshold of Darkness] unfolds, and the "door" to the ethereal remains is almost fully open... yet it still cannot be broken through.

This is the most cunning aspect of the other party; the cage has no murderous intent, it is only used to "confine" the inmate.

Moreover, it is extremely clever, causing no direct harm and simply "restricting movement".

Legally speaking, this doesn't even qualify as an "attack," it's just... "trying to retain the guest."

Therefore, none of Ron's hidden trump cards, nor the life-saving measures left on him by various high-ranking individuals, were triggered...

In the scene, the phantom spoke:

“Ron Ralph, you killed one of our clan’s candidates for Grand Duke.”

"Based on the principle of 'one life for one life,' I should tear you to pieces."

"Considered by your worth."

The illusory figure paused, as if considering its words.

"I'm giving you a chance to stay here and be my 'guest'."

"Until I figured out how to handle this matter."

The tone of the text is both fierce and restrained, full of theatrical flair.

On the surface, he appears fierce and intimidating, but in reality, he always leaves room for maneuver.

Silas, Miller, and others were also trapped at this time.

They were not killed either, because "killing a formal member of the wizarding civilization" would cause even greater trouble.

But they couldn't leave either, becoming "hostages" in a sense.

The scene shifts, and Euphemia is kneeling in the ruins, trembling all over.

The phantom "looked" at her, then stopped.

"The King's experiment?"

"This kind of thing can't be handled casually."

"What if the king wakes up and asks?"

The illusory figure withdrew its killing intent.

Clearly, even the Grand Duke wouldn't dare to easily touch Aiden's "works".

In the end, he only reduced Twilight City to ruins.

The entire Twilight City, once a bustling underground metropolis, has been reduced to an empty ruin.

The image freezes, then explodes with a deafening roar.

"boom--!!"

Just when Ron thought his divination was about to end:

A terrifying realization suddenly surged from the other end of "possibility"!
That's... reverse observation!
The Grand Duke has discovered the spy!
In the northwest corner, deep within the ancestral land of the Heart Clan.

Grand Duke Arkadi suddenly opened his eyes.

"what……"

His voice trembled: "You actually managed to break through my barrier, trying to spy on me?"

The scene he had just "seen" was reflected in his blood-red pupils:

A young figure stood in the center of the six-pointed star array.

But behind that figure...

The Grand Duke saw layers upon layers of "existence":
First was a massive dragon soul, its silvery-white scales shimmering in the darkness, its golden vertical pupils filled with arrogance and majesty.

That aura... it belongs to an ancient pure-blooded dragon clan!

Then, deeper still, lies a distorted mass of chaotic power.

In that chaos, countless tentacles could be vaguely seen wriggling, each tentacle adorned with fragments of shattered stars.

At the heart of chaos is a pair of "eyes," if they can be called eyes.

It was a gaze born of pure malice that made the Grand Duke feel his soul tremble.

But this is not the scariest thing.

At a deeper level, the Grand Duke "saw" three faint, indistinct phantoms:
The first phantom image is a giant clock.

The hands of the clock are going backwards, and with each revolution, the flow of time around them changes.

The clock face is covered with dense runes, which tell the essence of "past", "present" and "future".

At the center of the clock, a blurry figure sits, holding a scepter whose material is indistinguishable...

That was the afterimage of the Clock King!

The second phantom is a tower made up of countless stacked books.

The pages turn automatically, each page recording the history of countless worlds.

At the top of the tower, a quill pen is writing automatically, and every word it writes becomes reality...

Those are the marks of the "King of Records"!

The third phantom...

The Grand Duke didn't dare to look closely at all.

He only heard a clear, ringing sound—"Ding-a-ling~"

The sound was so cheerful, so absurd, yet it stirred an uncontrollable fear deep within his soul.

Because behind that voice, something was "watching" him.

It wasn't a hostile gaze, but more like... curiosity?
It's like a child who has discovered an interesting insect and is wondering whether to pluck its wings off and play with them.

That's the King of Absurdity!
"There really are... roughly three terrifying beings at the level of Witch Kings..."

The Grand Duke's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth:

"And the remnant souls of ancient dragons... the favor of a born apostle..."

He suddenly stood up, his whole body trembling.

"This Ron Ralph..."

"He must not be killed... he absolutely must not be killed!"

Even if you're trapped, you can't use too much force!

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

That "observation" just now showed him a terrifying future: what if Alex really did kill Ron Ralph...

How will those in positions of power behind that young man react?
Will the Clock King reverse time and erase the Heart Clan from history?

Will the record king rewrite the very fact that the "heart clan exists"?
As for the King of Absurdity... the Grand Duke didn't even dare to think about it.

Because of that person's style of doing things, you can never guess what they will do next.

The Grand Duke slumped into his chair, feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

"That old dwarf Gaetano wasn't lying to me after all..."

He smiled bitterly:
"This young man is definitely not someone to mess with."

Twilight City, underground chamber.

Ron suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.

My back was soaked with cold sweat, and my hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"baby!"

Nari asked with some concern:
"Are you alright? You've been doing something so dangerous behind Mom's back again..."

"fine……"

Ron waved his hand, his voice a little hoarse:

"It's just that the consumption is a bit high."

He looked at the die on the ground.

The "paradoxical die" has returned to calm, and the face-up side has become blank again.

Ron knew that the "observation" just now... had been successful.

He foresaw the consequences of "killing Alex":

Although there was no immediate danger of death, it was still an extremely bad ending:

They were trapped and became "hostages".

Their companion was detained and unable to leave.

Twilight City was completely destroyed, and thirty years of effort were wiped out in an instant.

And all I could do was watch helplessly as it all happened.

"We absolutely cannot kill them..."

Ron muttered to himself:

"At least, we can't kill him now."

"The Grand Duke dared not truly break off relations, because he was wary of the connections behind me."

"But he can't do nothing either, because that would make the Heart Clan lose face among the vampires."

"So he would choose this 'middle solution'—take hostages, demolish Twilight City, but not kill people."

"He appears fierce on the surface, but actually leaves room for maneuver in every situation."

He took a deep breath, allowing the magic circulation system to stabilize again.

"However... it wasn't without any gains."

“That ‘two-way observation’ just now…”

He looked in the direction of Misty Harbor:
"That Grand Duke must have 'seen' something too."

“Those things…will make him make more ‘cautious’ decisions.”

Nari was a little confused: "What do you mean?"

Azalea was also startled awake and answered first:

"Oh dear, how silly of you, it means..."

"The future will change because of being 'observed'."

“That vampire lord saw Ron’s ‘backer,’ and he will be afraid.”

"Fear will make him give more conservative orders."

Upon hearing this, Ron added on her behalf.
“Those orders, even if the marquis didn’t want to listen to them, always made him feel annoyed and constrained in battle.”

"This is the true meaning of 'observation': not just 'seeing the future,' but 'changing the future.'"

He slowly stood up and composed himself.

The three divinations have already provided a sufficiently clear answer:
For the first time, the enemy's strategy was confirmed—Ivan, Serafina, and Alyosha, along with their weaknesses and a reasonable plan to defeat them;
The second time, the real threat was identified—a battle-crazed marquis who wouldn't obey orders;
The third time, they witnessed the worst possible outcome—if the marquis was killed, the Heart Clan's Grand Guild would personally take action and raze Twilight City to the ground.

"so."

Ron walked toward the stone gate:
"Since we can't kill him, we can only cripple him."

As for those three traitors

A cold glint appeared in his eyes:
“Perfect, we can use them to establish our authority.”

"Let the Heart Clan know that Twilight City is not a place they can just move around as they please."

(End of this chapter)