Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1149 - 473: Thunderfire Tyrant (Part 3)

Every detail conforms to the most stringent aesthetic standards, the whole person like the sun god stepping out of mythology.

But behind this shocking beauty lies an even more terrifying truth.

The warrior’s eyes became hollow and vacant, like the glass eyes of a delicate doll.

That toughness born of life experience had disappeared.

The fierce aura of the warrior dissipated, and the vibrant life energy belonging to a "person" was completely gone.

He now resembled more of an artwork, beautifully flawless, yet utterly stripped of the essence as an independent being.

The other warriors of the Stone Heart Tribe retreated in terror, their eyes filled with incredulous fear.

One of the elderly shamans said with a trembling voice:

"You... you took away his ’soul’... He is no longer Mokaren..."

In the faith of the Stone Heart Tribe, each person’s soul is unique, constituted by experiences, memories, and personality.

But this "perfect" being before them, although possessing Mokaren’s body, had everything within erased.

This was more cruel than killing him.

Cecilia heard these words and not only felt no shame but revealed an even more satisfied smile:

"Soul? That crude, chaotic, and flawed thing?

I have reshaped him into a more perfect mode of existence.

He is now the embodiment of pure beauty, surpassing the limitations of ordinary humans."

She gently caressed the smooth cheek of the "work," as if stroking a precious piece of art:

"This is the state life should be in—free from all imperfections, reaching an absolute aesthetic realm."

Baroque stood on the side, sweating profusely.

Even though he had always known Cecilia was somewhat neurotic.

But only now did he truly realize, the danger level of this woman far exceeded his imagination.

Her so-called "aesthetic pursuit" was essentially the complete erasure of life’s individuality.

In her value system, anything that did not meet her aesthetic standards should be forcibly "corrected" or entirely eradicated.

This obsession had surpassed simple compulsion, elevating to a philosophical level of horror.

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At the same time, dozens of kilometers away from the fiery crystal region, the trio from the Life Tree School was engaging in another "artistic creation."

Having finally left Giles’ "on-site classroom," they all felt mentally and physically exhausted.

After half a day of searching, their yield was only a pathetic few dozen low-grade fire crystals, staying far behind the progress of other competing teams.

This result gave the usually confident reformers a strong sense of frustration.

"It seems we need to adjust our strategy."

Captain Caroline gently stroked her continuously wriggling abdomen:

"The simple collection efficiency is too low, we must make up for it through plunder."

Her voice, though gentle, did not conceal the murderous intent in her eyes.

In a naturally frozen cave, they found an ideal target.

Three native warriors were huddled in a corner, trying to resist the cold with a feeble campfire.

They were evidently injured from a previous battle, moving slowly, making them the perfect experimental material.

"Finally found suitable transformation materials."

Lianna licked her lips, her skin beginning to glow a vibrant green:

"Let’s perform some artistic sublimation for these rough natives..."

She slowly raised her hands, and the plant circulation system within her body began operating at full capacity.

Hundreds of thorny vines broke through from beneath the ice, but these vines were entirely different from common aggressive plants.

Their surfaces were covered with silky smooth bark, exuding an inviting sweet fragrance.

The trajectories of their movements were filled with a rhythmic sense, like a silent ballet performed within the ice cave.

One native warrior was entwined by these "beautiful" vines, but instead of being pierced, he was gently wrapped into a giant "bud."

The bud’s exterior was breathtakingly beautiful, with overlapping green petals as crystal clear as jade.

From the outside, it was like a miracle created by nature, filled with the beauty of life.

But beneath this beautiful exterior, a horrific life reconstruction was taking place.

"What a beautiful piece of art..."

Lianna gently stroked the surface of the bud, a maternal tenderness showing in her eyes:

"Your pain will transform into eternal beauty.

From now on, you will continue to exist for art in another form."

A faint moaning sound came from within the bud, but it was soon drowned out by the biological structure’s reconstruction.

Meanwhile, Vini danced elegantly above the cave.

Her butterfly wings spread in the cold air, displaying a riot of colors like a rainbow.

Each beat of her wings released colored spores as fine as dust.

These spores formed beautiful clouds in the air, like a dreamlike aurora floating in the cave.

The two native warriors involuntarily inhaled these spores and immediately fell into a deep state of hallucination.

In their perception, they were experiencing the most beautiful dreams.

One warrior saw himself turn into a beautiful butterfly, flying freely over a flower-filled meadow.

The sunlight was warm, the breeze gentle, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He felt a sense of lightness and freedom he had never experienced before, as if released from the shackles of the flesh.

"I can see... I can see my wings... so beautiful..."

He said with a laugh in his hallucination, a childlike innocent smile on his face.

But in reality, his body was being slowly transformed by the toxin of the spores.

His cellular structure began to reorganize, his bones gradually softening, preparing for the "metamorphosis" to come.

Ultimately, he would truly become a creature of some insect-like form, but by then, the consciousness would belong no more to the original self.

Caroline’s approach was even more direct and terrifying.

She walked up to the last warrior still conscious, her face wearing a smile of maternal affection.

"Don’t be afraid, child. Soon you will understand how fortunate it is to be chosen."

As she spoke, her abdomen slowly split open, revealing the blood-red hatching chamber inside.

Dozens of parasitic wasps the size of fingers flew out, each flashing with a metallic luster like precious gems.

These parasitic wasps wouldn’t immediately kill the host but would establish a "secondary nest" within its body.

They would parasitize the host’s central nervous system, gradually gaining control over the body.

One parasitic wasp landed lightly on the warrior’s neck, piercing the skin like a lover’s soft kiss.

The warrior immediately felt a peculiar warmth, as comforting as a mother’s embrace.

But as the wasp invaded his nervous system, he began to lose control over his body.

First his fingers, then his arms, and finally his entire body.

His consciousness remained clear, but his body no longer obeyed the commands of his brain.

"I don’t want this, but my body won’t listen, please, kill me..."

The young warrior cried and begged, his eyes full of despair.

He could clearly feel himself being forced to protect this monstrous woman, unable to change despite fully resisting inside.

Caroline gently caressed his hair, comforting with a motherly tone:

"Don’t cry, my child. You are now part of my body, what an honor it is..."

"From now on, you will always be with me, sharing my strength, feeling my will.

This connection is deeper than any kinship, more enduring than any love."

Her voice was as gentle as a lullaby, but the possessiveness contained within was truly chilling.

In the transformation philosophy of the Life Tree School, the individuality of the entity is a flaw that needs to be eradicated.

Only by completely integrating into the collective consciousness can one achieve a "perfect" state.