Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1148 - 473: Thunderfire Tyrant (Part 2)

The edges of the wound were jagged and irregular, obviously marks left by the claws of some fierce beast.

In the culture of the Stone Heart Tribe, such scars are symbols of supreme honor.

Only after a life-and-death struggle with the most ferocious predators in the desert can one earn such a "Warrior’s Mark."

Each scar represents an experience on the brink of death, proof of a warrior’s courage and strength.

But the moment this face appeared in Cecilia’s vision, the carefully maintained "aesthetic realm" began to tremble violently.

"No..."

She covered her mouth, retched, and her face turned pale as paper:

"Such... ugliness..."

The originally orderly mirror fragments began to spin chaotically, reflecting distorted and shattered light and shadow.

The change in temperature, the misalignment of the mirrors, the chaos of light...

The originally perfect balance of the aesthetic system was completely out of control at this moment.

"Damn it..."

Cecilia staggered back, covering her eyes with her hand:

"Polluted... the beauty of the entire area is polluted... my power is declining..."

Her surrounding "aesthetic realm" began to shrink rapidly, and those abilities that maintained environmental perfection were quickly failing.

Baroque noticed the abnormal state of his partner, frowned:

"Is it ever going to end? Aren’t they just some natives? Just kill them directly."

His tone carried a clear impatience.

In Baroque’s values, the weak should be crushed by the strong, a natural privilege of bloodline nobles.

The presence of a few indigenous warriors wasn’t worth wasting so much time.

But Cecilia’s reaction exceeded everyone’s expectations.

She suddenly lowered the hand covering her eyes, revealing a look burning with unprecedented fervor.

That fervor wasn’t anger or hatred.

It was a more twisted emotion—a total intolerance for the existence of "imperfection."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Her voice began to tremble, but not with fear, rather with a kind of sick excitement:

"I cannot allow this... this ugliness to continue to exist in this world... I want purification... I want to make this place beautiful again..."

The warriors of the Stone Heart Tribe felt the dangerous aura and instinctively assumed a combat stance.

But they couldn’t comprehend what the madness in this woman’s eyes represented.

In their culture, scars are symbols of honor, marks of courage revered by the entire tribe.

No one had ever felt "ugliness" because of these scars.

Cecilia took a deep breath, and her entire demeanor underwent a fundamental transformation.

The original elegance and calmness completely disappeared, replaced by a near-religious fervor.

She raised her hands and began chanting an ancient and strange spell:

"Pulchritudo aeterna, imperfectio delenda..."

(Eternal beauty, imperfection must be eradicated...)

As the spell progressed, countless golden threads as fine as hair began to appear in the air.

These threads were densely packed like cobwebs, extending out from the void, carrying an irresistible force.

Each thread contained the concept of "perfection," exuding a mesmerizing beauty.

—Aesthetic Reconstruction・Perfect Transformation!

Cecilia’s voice was as heavenly as music, but the power within was horrifying:

"Let me redefine for you... what true beauty means!"

The golden threads wriggled as if alive, rapidly entwining the young warrior with the scarred face.

The warrior tried to dodge, but the speed of these threads was unbelievably fast and seemed able to predict his movement trajectories.

"Watch out!"

Other indigenous warriors shouted warnings, simultaneously unleashing their elemental abilities to interfere.

Earth Magic formed a thick stone wall in the air, attempting to block the golden threads’ entanglement.

But these physical obstacles had no effect on the "conceptual" aesthetic power.

The golden threads passed through all defenses as if they didn’t exist on the material plane, accurately entwining around the target.

The young warrior was entirely bound in mid-air, unable to move.

But the more terrifying events had just begun.

As the golden threads tightened, the warrior’s body began undergoing incredible changes.

The first was that massive scar symbolizing honor.

Under the forced action of the "Perfection" concept, the wound began to slowly heal.

It wasn’t a simple repair, but a complete reconstruction.

The scar tissues dissipated like melting wax, revealing beneath them smooth, jade-like new skin.

That texture was so perfect it even surpassed the skin of a newborn baby.

Next, the warrior’s facial features began to be reshaped by an invisible hand.

The face, originally roughened by years of sand erosion, gradually became as exquisite as an artwork.

The nose became tall and elegant, the eye contours deeper and more charming, the curve of the lips reached golden ratio perfection.

Even the body’s proportions were adjusted by an invisible force, aligning with the pinnacle of aesthetics.

The muscle lines became smoother, the proportion of the bones more harmonious, the entire body like the most perfect marble sculpture.

"Ah... this feeling..."

The transformed warrior let out a mesmerizing murmur, but that sound had lost its former firmness, becoming as soft as silk.

Cecilia indulged in admiring her "work," her eyes revealing the ecstatic joy of an artist completing a masterpiece:

"Perfect... too perfect... now you deserve to exist in this world..."

The transformed warrior was indeed breathtakingly beautiful.