Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1327 - 527: Akasha Record

"If only I could wield this power too..."

A thought bordering on madness sprouted in his heart:

"Could those unfavorable past events be rewritten?"

"Could the mistakes already made be completely erased?"

"Even..." His thoughts turned even more dangerous:

"Could those enemies that should never have existed be entirely erased from history?"

The temptation brought on by such thoughts was as seductive as the whispers of an abyss.

But just as this idea was about to fully occupy his reason, a clear, cold voice struck like a bolt out of the blue:

"Ron, put away those dangerous thoughts."

Aselia’s Dragon Shadow slowly manifested in the room.

Though it appeared illusory due to the low magic environment, ancient dragon eyes burned with a warning flame:

"I’ve seen too many Wizards meet their doom because of such thoughts."

"The ultimate form of power is redefining reality itself.

But the cost of this power is often the disappearance of the wielder."

Her tone became even more solemn:

"When you begin to alter the past, how can you ensure that in the modified history, ’you’ still exist?"

This question was like cold water poured on his face, extinguishing Ron’s fervor.

Yes, this was a deadly paradox:

If the past is changed, then all the conditions that led to the existence of the current ’self’ might also change accordingly.

The one who alters history might become the first victim of the alteration.

"However..."

Aselia’s tone softened slightly:

"Your longing reminds me of some past events."

A reminiscent light flashed in her dragon eyes:

"Back when I was following Panadora, she mentioned an ancient legend."

Ron immediately focused his attention.

As the greatest genius of that Golden Era, the secrets Panadora knew often held immense value.

"According to legend, there exists a mysterious space known as the ’Akashic Record’ in this universe."

Aselia began recounting:

"It is the ultimate repository of all information in the universe, recording every event from the dawn of creation to the end of the universe."

Her voice grew more mysterious:

"Not only already occurred history but also all possible future branches, even those ’never happened but could have’ parallel possibilities."

Ron listened, his heart stirred: "So, can anyone access this Record?"

"According to Panadora, only a very few ’Beyond Level’ Demon Gods can read fragments of the Akashic Record."

Aselia’s tone became graver:

"Beings who can explicitly ’edit’ the Record... have never appeared in known history."

"However, there are rumors that some particularly ancient great ones might hold methods to indirectly influence the Record."

"Such as?"

"For example, by injecting specific information at crucial nodes to guide history towards the intended direction."

A thoughtful gleam crossed Aselia’s eyes:

"This method doesn’t directly alter the past but plants seeds in the past, allowing them to bloom and bear fruit in the present."

This description reminded Ron of certain complex theories of time travel, giving him a more intuitive understanding of the capabilities of the great ones.

"But those are too far off..."

He shook his head, forcing himself back to reality:

"Right now, I should focus on achievable goals in front of me."

Aselia nodded in satisfaction:

"That’s the right mindset. Overreaching only leads one astray."

Speaking of which, in his current condition, he should try advancing on both Historian and Astrologer paths.

At this thought, a memory, not too distant, resurfaced from his sea of consciousness.

It was at the Abyssal Observation Station, on the night he just completed the Historian transition...

Silver moonlight poured through the crystal windows of the observation station into the archive room.

Ron had just recovered from the massive shock of the transition ritual.

The newly granted [Blessing of Apocalypse] perception within him was still adapting.

The entire world appeared different in his eyes.

Every item seemed to narrate its past, every ray of light carried the marks of time.

"Congratulations, Ron. You’ve successfully stepped into the realm of Historians."

Professor Yutel’s voice remained gentle, just like in every ordinary guidance class:

"How do you feel now? Have you adapted to the new perception mode?"

"It’s wondrous, Professor."

Ron replied honestly:

"I can sense the flow of time and hear the echoes of history."

"That’s right."

Professor Yutel nodded, then gestured towards the Eye of Observation projected in a corner of the room:

"Senior Eye of Observation, you can start now."

A mechanical synthesized voice immediately resonated in the archive room:

"Yutel, since you’re so insistent, let’s proceed as you say."

"Ron, what we’re about to share with you is secret knowledge known to very few."

Professor Yutel’s tone was still calm, as if conducting an ordinary academic discussion:

"Regarding how Historians and Astrologers advance to Mystic Scholars."

"The first condition: [Dual Perception]."

The Eye of Observation began to elaborate in detail, as light points in its pupil rearranged:

"You must master both History and Astrology, achieving the fusion of two entirely different perception modes on the level of consciousness."

The projection displayed a diagram of a consciousness structure: