Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1242 - 501: See You Again in Dreams (Part 2)

There was even a "patient" cooperation assessment form and detailed instructions for "postoperative care."

This was an effort to research the world’s most boring topic with the utmost professionalism.

The extreme contrast between this academic rigor and the absurdity of the content made the entire scene appear both ludicrous and insane.

Ron realized he was being toyed with again, and unwillingly continued to try.

When he searched "Necromancy" once more, the page displayed:

"The spirits have collectively taken a day off to attend the annual monster mixer today. The office is temporarily closed, please come back tomorrow.

Here is today’s substitute content:

’How to Teach Zombies Classical Dance: A Complete Guide from Basic Footwork to Advanced Aerial Spins’"

When he sought content related to "bloodline evolution," he found:

"Bloodline? Blood? Looks like you want to learn some cooking skills!

Here’s the most detailed blood sausage recipe, including material selection, seasoning, stuffing, curing, and more.

With an exclusive secret:

How to make blood sausage tender yet chewy, guaranteed to have your guests raving about it!"

As Ron’s attempts increased, the "rebellious" book began to show increasingly obvious "emotions."

The eyeball on the cover began to swivel impatiently, rolling its eyes and occasionally displaying a scornful expression.

The pages would automatically flip to entirely irrelevant content:

"On How to Comb a Stone’s Hair",

"Research Report on Water’s Wetness",

"Why One Plus One Equals Three: An Unsolved Mystery Spanning Three Eras"

...

Most outrageously, a line of provoking text even appeared on the page:

"Reader Notice: This book is not a vending machine, do not insert coins.

If you need consultation, please make an appointment and pay the appropriate intelligence tax first."

Faced with such obvious provocation, Ron’s psychological control skills came into play.

He was not angered by this seemingly childish protest but instead began analyzing the deeper meaning within.

However, in the depths of his consciousness, Aselia’s voice grew increasingly intense:

"This damn broken book! How dare it mock us!"

The Dragon Soul roared angrily in Ron’s mind:

"Let me out! I want to show it some real power! Just a mere book, how dare it put on airs before a dragon!"

"I can use Dragon Language Suppression to shatter its consciousness core directly!"

"Calm down, Aselia."

Ron gently soothed the irritable Dragon Soul in his consciousness:

"This isn’t simple mockery, but a deeper test of sorts.

If we respond with violence, we only prove that we are indeed unworthy of true knowledge."

"A test? What kind of test?"

Aselia’s anger subsided somewhat, but her tone was still filled with dissatisfaction:

"It’s obviously just making things difficult!"

"No, I think I’m starting to understand a bit."

Ron’s thoughts gradually cleared, recalling the myriad tests experienced in the Absurd Treasure Vault:

"Remember the experiences I shared with you from the Absurd Treasure Vault?

Every seemingly absurd challenge was actually testing our way of thinking and values."

"The book’s reaction is similarly a manifestation of the King of Absurdity’s philosophy. It’s teaching me an important lesson..."

Ron paused for a moment, a look of sudden realization appearing on his face:

"I was wrong... I was completely wrong from the start."

"I treated it as a database waiting to be decoded, as a machine waiting for input commands.

But it is a living ’paradox.’"

"The more I actively seek, the more it refuses to give.

The more I try to control, the more it shows defiance."

"This is precisely the core philosophy of Saint Hector.

The answer is not found, not demanded, not commanded to appear, but ’earned.’"

"It seems I wasn’t wrong, after all. Your wisdom truly surpasses mine, but how exactly can one ’earn’ it?"

Although still dissatisfied, Aselia was persuaded by his analysis:

"Since we can’t demand it, can’t command it, then what should we do?"

Ron did not answer immediately but instead reexamined the mysterious tome before him.

Now, he finally understood the deep meaning behind Professor Yutel’s words.

This was not an ordinary book, but an extension of the King of Absurdity’s wisdom, an eternal philosophical tutor.

Every reaction, every "prank," was imparting some form of teaching.

After reflecting, Ron completely abandoned the mentality of demanding, commanding, or even "communicating."

He withdrew all Spiritual Power, ceasing any proactive explorative actions, and simply sat before the desk.

He gazed at the cover’s massive eye, seemingly containing an entire Starry Sky.

But this time, his gaze held no desire, no command, no question.

Not even purpose, not need—just being present in this moment.

Time seemed to halt in this pure gaze.

The room plunged into a still silence, with only the steady sound of breathing echoing in the quiet.

Time stretched infinitely long, with each second feeling lengthy and solemn.

After a silent stare lasting twenty minutes, an almost imperceptible change occurred.

The giant eye on the cover, previously as still as stone, showed a very slight contraction in its deep pupil.

Like an ancient being in a long dream finally sensing a call from the real world.

Subsequently, the eye began to slowly swivel, its "gaze" precisely focusing on Ron.