Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1290 - 516: Back to My Old Profession (Part 3)

The Three-eyed Race gained a chance for survival, and Vinard obtained a perfect monitoring system.

They continued forward and arrived at a bizarre garden composed of pure light.

The most striking figures within were the breathing Danasu Tribe.

These beings resembled giant luminous trees, with heights ranging from three to five meters, their surfaces covered in leaf-like light membrane structures.

They were absorbing the black mist transported through underground pipes.

It was the concentrated negative emotions sent from Stoker Star.

"This is the ’Emotion Alchemy Workshop.’

Vinard’s introduction carried the precision of a technical expert:

"The resentments and pains generated by the Stoker Star workers during forging are transformed here by the Danasu Tribe into ’life nectar’ that nourishes the Tree of Life."

Ron watched the black mist being inhaled by the Danasu Tribe.

Then, pure golden green light was emitted from their leaf-like structures, eventually converging into droplets of nectar falling to the soil.

"Pain here is another form of nourishment."

Vinard’s words held a philosophical meaning:

"This is the true transformation—not just the elimination of negative emotions but also their sublimation into the source of life."

The intricacy of this process reminded Ron of the "Dissonant Chord" theory he learned in the Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide.

The role of the Danasu Tribe was like the "resolution" in music—transforming dissonance into new harmony.

"The origins of the Danasu Tribe?"

"A plant race with photosynthesis as their main mode of survival."

Vinard continued to explain:

"Their home planet is about to exhaust its energy, facing a crisis of extinction for the entire race.

I provided them with new ’food’—emotional energy.

In exchange, they are responsible for purifying all the negative energy flowing into this world."

In the distance, Ron saw a massive mountain covered in green vegetation.

The rhythmic sound of hammering faintly echoed from within the mountain.

That sound was entirely different from the industrial noise of Stoker Star, carrying a certain primitive and sacred rhythm.

"That’s the new home for the survivors of Stoker Star."

Vinard’s tone became more complex:

"They worked in the ’Purification Furnace’ underground, no longer forging weapons filled with resentment.

Under the soothing ’harmonious rhythm’ of the Danasu Tribe, the Resentment Gold they forged had greatly reduced its polluting nature."

The ingenious arrangement of these three races left Ron amazed.

The Three-eyed Race provided perception, the Danasu Tribe was responsible for purification, and the Stove Star People carried out production.

Each race found its place within this ecological system, contributing to the overall harmony.

Ron praised wholeheartedly:

"You have created a complete civilizational ecosystem."

"But I have discovered I lack the most crucial element."

Vinard stopped, turning to look toward the distant academy building hidden within the tree crowns of the Tree of Life:

"The cycle of knowledge and wisdom."

They finally arrived in front of the academy.

The crystal walls were as transparent as glass, allowing a clear view of the internal educational activities.

In those spacious and bright classrooms, sat children with varying racial features.

Some possessed the silver vertical eyes of the Three-eyed Race, yet their skin was human-colored;

Some had the light-sensing talent of the Danasu Tribe, but their physical structure leaned toward humanoid form;

Others retained the metallic features of the Stove Star People, without the industrial pollution traces of adult Stove Star People.

"Hybrid descendants."

Ron immediately understood the identity of these children:

"Only children with sufficient human bloodline can practice the way of the wizard."

"Exactly."

Vinard nodded in confirmation:

"These children possess the talents of their respective races while also having the potential to learn wizardry knowledge.

They are bridges connecting different civilizations and the future hope of this world."

He gazed at those innocent and lively faces:

"I can teach them technology, but I can’t teach them how to become a complete ’civilization.’

Vinard turned to Ron, his silver eyes burning with expectation:

"And your report showed me you have this ability."

Ron’s heart was filled with speechlessness:

"So after all this, going full circle, you still want me to be a teacher?

I just finished an advanced course at the Crystal Tower, and now in the Otherworld, I still have to return to my old profession?"

He couldn’t help but mock himself:

"No wonder Professor Yutel said, before reaching the Dark Sun Level, we are all just high-level workers.

I’m practically a cross-dimensional top-tier lecturer, perfect for this role."

But upon reflection, he indeed had a dream of being a teacher in his previous life, even taking the teacher qualification exam.

Now being able to teach a group of incredibly gifted children in such another world seemed like a wonderful fate.

Moreover, teaching students of different races was indeed challenging, each race having its unique thinking patterns and learning habits.

This diverse teaching environment could instead comprehensively hone his teaching skills.

Deep down, he did not resist teaching; rather, he felt a bit of anticipation.

"However, Professor Vinard."

Ron raised a crucial question:

"With your status and resources, you could easily recruit more experienced official wizards from the Main World to take on the teaching work.

Why choose me, a mere Moon Level newcomer?"

This question touched on a core issue Vinard had been avoiding.

He was silent for a few seconds before answering.

"Firstly, to be candid, I indeed have some areas I am lacking."