Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1196 - 488: You Are Merely an Observer

The teleportation gate from the core area of the Crystal Tower slowly closed, and Ron felt a sense of relief emanating from his chest.

It was as if an invisible burden had finally been lifted from his shoulders, allowing him to breathe freely again.

"Finally, I’m out!"

Aselia’s voice resonated in his consciousness, tinged with palpable relief:

"I’ve suspected there was something wrong with that plan for a long time! Cedric’s fanaticism in his eyes is identical to those Wizards corrupted by the Abyss back in the day."

"Exiting now is definitely the wisest choice. Trust me, a dragon’s intuition never errs in these matters."

Ron secretly chuckled in his heart.

Just now in the conference room, Aselia hadn’t dared to breathe too loudly, but now, she’s playing armchair critic.

Yet, he understood this reaction—it’s Aselia’s way of comforting him, proving that his choice was the right one.

"But..."

Suddenly, Aselia’s tone turned to worry:

"Withdrawing from the project like this might be interpreted by outsiders as ’lack of ability’ or ’marginalization’."

"Especially since you’re currently in the crucial evaluation period of the New Star Plan, this withdrawal might be used as a weapon against you by other competitors."

"Uphemia, that Blood Witch, and Oscar, the composite element genius, will surely seize the opportunity to spread rumors unfavorable to you."

This concern is indeed very realistic.

In the circle of Wizards, reputation and status often matter more than actual abilities.

A researcher deemed ’out of favor’ is unlikely to secure high-quality cooperation opportunities and resource support.

"Let the reputation decline if it must."

Ron’s tone remained calm as water:

"True strength will always find a chance to reveal itself. Besides, being tied to a chariot that might explode, a temporary drop in appraisal is insignificant."

He gently stroked the silver pocket watch on his chest, feeling the subtle resonance from its "predatory" ability:

"Moreover, I am confident I can prove my worth again in a short time."

.........

By dusk, Ron returned to his private residence in the North District.

Ailan was in the garden tending to those special medicinal plants.

Thin vines swayed softly under her touch, as if expressing joyful emotions.

"Master, you’re back."

The Tree Spirit keenly sensed his return, turning to greet him:

"Your expression seems... much more relaxed than it was this morning."

"Indeed."

Ron nodded in confirmation, his gaze sweeping over those exotic flowers glowing in the sunset:

"We need to return to the Observation Station, this time it might be a prolonged stay."

Ailan’s leaves quivered slightly, an unconscious reaction when she expressed excitement:

"That’s great! Dale and I have always missed the environment there."

.........

The next morning, the familiar Abyssal Observation Station came into Ron’s view once again.

The complex of buildings constructed from active abyss stones emanated subtle energy fluctuations under the morning light.

Each piece of stone seemed to possess life, breathing slowly and rhythmically.

When he first arrived here, this bizarre activeness had brought him intense pressure.

But now, these familiar energy fluctuations instead eased his tense nerves.

No complicated political struggles here, no scheming interpersonal relationships, only pure academic research and the pursuit of truth.

"Ron, you look tired."

Professor Yutel’s void remains projection appeared as he stepped into the main hall.

Silver eyes showed concern, and through the layer of illusory light, an elder’s warmth could still be felt:

"What’s happened? Your spiritual wave seems a little..."

The old professor paused, seemingly searching for suitable words:

"Confused. Not a chaos of magic power, but a disturbance in the mental state."

"Some... work-related setbacks."

Ron answered concisely, deliberately avoiding the intricacies of the Central Lands:

"I want to temporarily leave there and focus on completing the Historian advancement ceremony."

"Maybe, immersing myself in the exploration of ancient history will help me find my direction again."

Yutel keenly sensed the hidden message in his words but did not press further.

As an ancient existence living for thousands of years, he had seen too many young people encounter confusion and setbacks during their growth.

Sometimes, giving space can help more than forcing inquiries.

"The transition to Historian indeed requires adequate preparation."

The old professor nodded, his projection gently fluctuating in the air:

"Especially the infiltration of historical events, it’s an extremely dangerous process."

"Previously, we had decided on a suitable historical event—the downfall of Sarlin Vistrella over a hundred years ago.

Considering the current situation, this choice remains the most controllable."

Hearing this name, Ron recalled the tragedy that Master Valen had once mentioned.

Sarlin Vistrella, the genius Witch who was contemporaneous with Lady Allen and Valen.

Initially the smartest and most trustworthy among the three, yet ultimately completely corrupted by a high-ranking existence in the Abyss.

"Are there any special risks in infiltrating such historical events?"

"The primary risk is spiritual contamination."

Yutel’s expression turned serious, and his projection’s light became more solid:

"You will directly experience Sarlin’s process of being corrupted. If your will isn’t strong enough, you may be influenced by the malice lurking in history."

"Moreover, the tricky part is that Sarlin has now become the Abyssal Apostle known as ’Sweet Nightmare’."