Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1203 - 489: "Holy Seed" (Part 4)

"Zephys naleth korvain du’math..." (Let the truth illuminate their blind eyes)

As the spell and ritual progressed, the witch’s appearance had undergone a terrifying transformation:

Golden hair turned into an eerie silvery white, floating in the air like silk threads;

Her skin took on an unnatural grayish-white hue, with patterns resembling scales spread across the surface;

Her eyes turned deep purple, with pupils contracting vertically like those of a feline;

The most terrifying aspect was her smile.

A look of satisfaction and ecstasy, as if savoring the most delicious delicacy in the world.

"Allen..."

Sarlin’s voice was no longer of human tone:

"You’ve finally come, I’ve been waiting for you."

Allen gripped the magic wand tightly, trying to suppress inner pain:

"Sarlin, this isn’t you, the real you would never become like this."

"This isn’t me?"

Sarlin’s laughter was filled with mockery:

"No, Allen. This is the real me.

The naive witch from before was nothing but a false mask shaped by societal conditioning."

She slowly stood up:

"The essence of this universe is hunger — eternal, insatiable hunger.

Only by understanding and embracing this essence can we gain true power."

Allen knew the Sarlin before him was completely lost.

The Abyss’s contamination not only changed her appearance but also twisted her entire value system.

In Sarlin’s eyes, her actions were all about "salvation" and "enlightenment," and this self-perception rendered her immune to any persuasion.

The pink-haired witch no longer responded, only raised her magic wand, its tip glowing as bright as the sun.

The confrontation between the two was about to begin.

But at that critical moment, Sarlin in the historical projection suddenly looked directly in the direction where Ron was.

When those eyes, already polluted by the Abyss, stared over, every nerve in his body alerted him to impending danger.

It wasn’t a simple gaze.

In the Historian’s perception, this time-transcending "gaze" meant some form of protection had been breached.

Normally, there should exist an insurmountable barrier between the observer and the observed.

But now, this barrier was being silently eroded by a malevolent force.

"Another naive observer has arrived..."

Sarlin said softly in the historical projection:

"There will always be those who want to learn from past lessons.

But you never understand — history is never a static record, but a living, growing existence."

Ron’s consciousness space began to resonate subtly.

It felt as if something was gently tapping on his mental defenses, probing for vulnerable gaps to penetrate.

This wasn’t a direct spiritual attack, but a more covert, more enduring "seeding" process.

"Every observation is a new sowing. Every observer becomes a new carrier."

Sarlin’s voice echoed like a dream in Ron’s mind, carrying a shivering intimacy:

"Thank you for coming, o’ voyeur from the other side.

Through your eyes, I’ve seen more intriguing possibilities..."

Danger!

The silver pocket watch trembled fiercely against his chest.

Ron could clearly feel that the other party, through this medium of historical projection, was implanting some kind of "seed" deep into his consciousness.

Once this seed takes root in his spirit, it would begin a slow but persistent process of contamination.

This is the method "Sweet Nightmare" Sarlin excels at.

Not through violent conquest, but through temptation to complete the infection.

Ron forced himself to maintain calm, rational analysis, while quietly activating a long-prepared emergency countermeasure.