Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1282 - 514: The Book and the Mirror

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Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Ron reveals a dangerous but ingenious plan to conquer civilizations by transforming them rather than destroying them, using a "concept firewall" and "bait concepts" to prevent corruption and trap potential attackers. Impressed by Ron's profound insight, Vinard offers him a co-leader position for the Stoker Star project, which Ron accepts after posing a critical question about the true nature of the relationship between conqueror and conquered.

The crystal at the heart of Vinard’s mechanical puppet began to flicker rapidly, with alternating flashes of red, blue, and gold.

This signifies the deep computational state at the Great Wizard Level.

He is utilizing almost all his computational resources to conduct a multidimensional risk assessment on the plan proposed by Ron.

The air was filled with the scorched scent of energy overload, and the heat dissipation vents on the puppet’s surface started to emit waves of heat.

"Your plan is indeed as ingenious as my alchemy formulas..."

Vinard’s voice turned low and filled with speculation, each word meticulously filtered through precise logic:

"But it neglects the most unstable variable—ourselves."

Mechanical arms traced complex energy trajectory diagrams in the air.

Illustrating the potential consequences of the entire conquest plan in the form of a mathematical model:

"When we use ’Wisdom of Gold’ and ’Steel of Progress’ to contaminate the ’Soul of Steel,’ the bidirectional nature of spread means we ourselves will also be reverse contaminated by Stoker Star’s ’essence.’

His voice carried the caution from countless experimental failures:

"Ralph, tell me, in this conquest, when wizards begin to think using the logic of native gods, when our value system is rewritten by otherworldly concepts, who is the true victor?"

Facing this probing inquiry, Ron did not rush to argue but instead showed a mysterious smile.

"Professor, have you heard of a ’Hero’s Ship’ paradox from the Ancestor Era?"

Ron began to narrate an ancient philosophical fable:

"When all the planks of a ship are gradually replaced one by one, is it still the original ship? If we reassemble the replaced old planks, which one is the true original ship?"

Without waiting for Vinard’s response, he continued:

"Perhaps the highest realm of conquest has never been ’I’ defeating ’You,’ but creating a brand new ’Us’ that encompasses both ’I’ and ’You.’

"A stronger, more universe-rule-adapted symbiotic entity. The victory belongs to neither side, but to the newly born ’existence’ itself."

These words cut through to the core concept of wizard civilization.

Vinard’s mechanical torso leaned slightly forward.

Optical sensors switched from blue analysis mode to sharp red interrogation mode.

The energy field of the entire workshop began to tremble, as if even space itself was feeling the wrath from the Great Wizard.

"This kind of thought..."

Vinard’s voice became exceptionally cold, each word piercing like frost:

"Has already touched the edge of ’heresy.’

It deconstructed the core concept of ’conquest and expansion’ in wizard civilization, twisting it into a dangerous, unpredictable ’fusion and mutation.’

The mechanical arm pointed at Ron, the tip flickering with a high-energy laser capable of penetrating steel:

"Ralph, tell me, is the root of your thoughts truly ’pure’? Where do these heretical insights originate?"

The oppressive sensation in the air surged like a tide, and Ron immediately realized he had gone too far.

Vinard’s admiration had turned into suspicion, even vigilance.

This set of philosophical speculations originating from the previous life.

Had too strong an impact on this strictly hierarchical world that takes the self as the absolute center.

Continuing in depth might get labeled as ’dangerous thoughts’ or ’spirit contaminated by higher-dimensional entities.’

He had to immediately find a plausible, powerful, and irrefutable source for such ’heretical thoughts.’

A perfect scapegoat flashed through his mind—King of Absurdity.

What could be a better origin for such heretical thoughts than a Witch King known for chaos and jest?

Ron did not directly respond to Vinard’s skepticism but slowly took out the "Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide" with a giant eye embedded on its cover from his storage bag.

As soon as the book appeared, the surrounding reality began to subtly distort.

Light flowed like liquid, and the geometric structure of space showed a bizarre curvature.

Vinard’s mechanical puppet bore a direct impact.

The sensor array emitted a series of rapid ’zzzz’ sounds, and the light from the crystal core started to flicker irregularly.

"Professor, your question has already exceeded the scope I can answer."

Ron’s voice became devout and reverent:

"All the insights I expressed just now are not from my own shallow wisdom but from this great gift."

He gently stroked the book’s cover, and the giant eye slowly rotated under his touch, sweeping its gaze across the entire workshop:

"It is the teachings of the King of Absurdity that allowed me to glimpse truths beyond conventional logic.

He once told me that the essence of the universe is an endless joke, and that the ultimate form of conquest is to have the conquered laugh and become part of the joke."

Upon hearing this name, all of Vinard’s doubts and vigilance vanished.

The King of Absurdity—the deeds of that one are indeed unfathomable, thoughts surpassing conventional logic, also the perfect origin for such ’heretical insights.’

The mechanical arm slowly lowered, the red alert light reverted to blue analysis mode:

"I see... If it was the inspiration of the King of Absurdity..."

But immediately, another emotion surged in Vinard’s tone.

A strong resentment mixed with jealousy, confusion, and annoyance:

"However, even being taught by a Witch King, I don’t suggest relying too much, as blind faith in authority is the greatest enemy of rationality."

Ron keenly captured this emotional shift.

A daring speculation formed in his mind.