Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1122 - 465:

A cunning light flashed in her eyes:

"According to common sense, Ron Ralph has had that ’Illustrated Manual of Ancient Plant Pathology’ for over a week.

With the wizard’s degree of longing for knowledge, he should have already been unable to resist unsealing it and reading the hidden contents inside."

"Once he sees those incomplete theories of necromancy, his thirst for knowledge will drive him to seek ways to complete them.

And throughout the entire Main World, only our Life Tree School holds the complete inheritance."

Sheena’s voice became more excited:

"By then, he will reach out to me actively, requesting more information. From that moment, he transforms from an ’innocent victim’ into a ’knowing accomplice.’

"Studying necromancy in the Main World is a grave crime, and knowing and not reporting is equally illegal.

To protect himself, he can only choose to cooperate with us and become our research subject."

At this point, Sheena raised her head proudly:

"This is a perfect open conspiracy—even if he guesses our intentions, he cannot resist the intrinsic value of knowledge. A wizard’s yearning for knowledge is an instinct that runs deep in their bones."

Seraphina listened quietly to Sheena’s narration, her glass-like eyes still showing no ripple.

The arms on the throne seemed to sense the shift in their master’s mood, their movements became gentler.

A few hands even began massaging her shoulders, attempting to ease any potential tension.

"It does sound perfect, Sheena."

Seraphina’s tone remained gentle, yet carried a subtle, unsettling depth:

"Since you are so confident, let’s see how your outcome measures up?"

She gently raised her right hand, and the arms on the throne immediately interpreted the gesture, with a few deftly producing a delicate divination mirror from within their sleeves.

"Show me the current state of that book."

Sheena confidently took the divination mirror, began channeling spiritual power to establish a connection with the ’Illustrated Manual of Ancient Plant Pathology.’

This connection was a ’backdoor’ she had intentionally left while crafting the two-phase seal, allowing her to remotely sense the book’s condition.

Including whether it had been opened, what contents were read, even the emotional fluctuations of the reader.

But the moment the spiritual power reached the connection node, the smug expression on Sheena’s face froze.

The connection failed to establish, instead transmitting a wave of destructive feedback.

This force surged like a tsunami, instantly tearing down her meticulously constructed spiritual protection.

Not only that, all the spiritual imprints she left in the book were completely erased by some terrifying entity, leaving not a single trace.

What’s even more frightening is that at the final moment of feedback, Sheena felt an ancient and deep sense of observation.

That gaze transcended spatial and temporal limits, like a stare from the universe’s abyss, causing her soul to tremble.

In the face of such observation, she felt as insignificant as an ant, ready to be crushed inadvertently.

"No... impossible..."

Sheena’s voice started to shake, the divination mirror slipped from her hand, landing with a dull thud on the flesh carpet:

"That book... has been completely devoured by something! Even the spiritual imprints I left in it...

Her complexion turned pale as paper, cold sweat seeping from her forehead:

"That kind of power... isn’t something a Moon Level Mage could possess! Not even a Dark Sun Level could achieve such complete erasure..."

"What’s more terrifying is..."

Sheena’s voice was so faint it was barely audible:

"I felt the gaze of some ancient existence. That existence... far exceeds our cognitive scope."

The fragrance of flowers in the air seemed to grow thicker, but the scent of blood also intensified.

The vines around began to writhe slightly, the rhythm of the glowing mushrooms’ breaths became rapid.

The entire Violet Garden sensed the change in its master’s emotions.

While Seraphina maintained her graceful posture, dangerous gleams began to flicker within her glass-like eyes:

"It seems you underestimated this young lecturer, Sheena."

Her voice remained as gentle as a spring breeze, but to Sheena, it was as sharp as a blade:

"An existence capable of completely erasing your spiritual imprints clearly isn’t the ordinary kind of genius we anticipated before."