Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1330 - 528: Traveler, Tower, Morning Star

The first ray of dawn had just pierced through the atmosphere of Green Ring No.2 when Ron left the dormitory.

There were still two hours before the open class, but instead of heading directly to the Dome of Reflection, he took a secluded path skirting the outskirts of the Tree of Life.

This path was seldom traveled, and along its sides grew a special plant known as "Silent Moss."

When someone approached, these mosses would automatically emit a slight soundproofing effect, providing the travelers a space of their own tranquility.

"Since someone wants to play a game with me..."

Ron stopped under an ancient silverleaf tree.

Slowly, from the depths of his storage bag, he retrieved the mysterious dice wrapped in layers of protective talismans.

The Paradox Dice shimmered with dizzying colors in the morning light.

Each of its faces was engraved with different numbers.

But these numbers would keep transforming with the viewer’s perspective, as if refusing to be defined by any fixed cognition.

"Then let luck stand on my side."

He took a deep breath, focusing all his thoughts on the forthcoming challenge:

Let all unfavorable schemes turn into forces that aid my success.

Let those hidden hostilities eventually pave the way for my victory.

The dice spun in the air, with the points on each face whizzing around.

One, two, three... But as the spinning slowed, these regular points began to merge and contort, ultimately forming a special symbol.

It was an image of an ouroboros, with its body assuming a Möbius strip topology.

This symbol signified "Reversal," causing a fundamental inversion of attributes.

When the dice finally came to a standstill, an extremely subtle force field began to spread over Ron.

This force field was so covert that even he could hardly feel it, let alone other observers.

Yet it existed, like an invisible membrane quietly altering the flow of probabilities.

The cover of the Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide emitted a faint glow, and the pages turned automatically, revealing a line of text:

"When the despicable begin to cheat, the clever should learn to cooperate in the performance."

Ron looked at this reminder, a knowing smile appearing on his lips.

The wisdom of the King of Absurdity was always so precise.

Since the rules of the game had been secretly altered.

The best strategy was to conform to this modification rather than resist it.

He carefully put the Paradox Dice back, then walked along the crystal path bathed in morning light towards the Dome of Reflection.

.........

When Ron and the twelve apprentices pushed open the heavy alloy door of the Dome of Reflection, the scene before them surprised him slightly.

The entire observation room was nearly full.

Vinard stood at the highest monitoring platform, his silver eyes scanning every detail below, as if wanting to record everyone’s every move.

Ella continued holding the record book. From her indifferent expression, her mood didn’t seem very good.

Alister busily shuttled between various monitoring equipment, occasionally adjusting some parameters.

But most eye-catching were the department heads who rarely appeared.

Ceren, the intelligence chief, was said to be from the "Dark House."

This was a thin, cold-faced middle-aged man, using his eagle-like eyes to observe the apprentices’ reactions.

Tactical Expert Gregory also remarkably put down his tactical sandbox to specially come to watch.

"Why is even Gregory here?"

Ella quietly asked her husband:

"He only ever shows interest in military exercises and practical training, never academic activities."

"Perhaps it’s because this class involves the history of Stoker Star."

Alister answered while tuning the spiritual wave monitor:

"After all, that is a major project we’re developing, and any relevant content may involve strategic intelligence."

But he looked somewhat puzzled, clearly not entirely dismissing his inner doubts.

The apprentices keenly sensed this unusual level of attention.

Lira’s third eye blinked restlessly, each blink capturing the scrutinizing glances from the observation seats.

Gareen’s metal arm slightly heated up due to nervousness.

The internal Resentment Gold resonated with his emotions, emitting a dark red glow.

Sied’s emerald green skin became more vibrant, a natural reaction of Danasu Race hybrids under pressure.

"Master..."

An apprentice cautiously approached Ron, whispering:

"If we mess up, will you be kicked out?"

Ron gently patted the nervous apprentice’s hair, smiling warmly:

"Don’t worry, what we are going to do today isn’t meant to be performed for others to see."

His voice wasn’t loud, but loud enough for all apprentices to hear:

"Remember what I taught you before — Don’t always focus on the outside world; true resonance comes from the expectations within your heart."

Seeing their master so calm and composed, the apprentices’ tense emotions eased a little.

Hillas stepped out from behind the technical control panel, wearing a slightly stiff smile:

"Master Ron, all systems have been fully tuned.

The Dome of Reflection is ready to provide the best technical support for your ’Historical Projection.’"

His tone had a hint of secret anticipation, like a hunter waiting for the prey to step into the trap.