Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1333 - 529: "Suspension Phase

Under the amplification of the reality-enhancing effect, the rebellious battlefield on Stoker Star became an almost physically tangible exotic realm.

The metallic stench, the sweetness of blood, the wails of the dying...

Every sensory stimulus was so vivid that apprentices almost forgot they were within a virtual historical re-enactment.

Gareen wielded a modified warhammer, fiercely clashing with a "Steelheart Sentinel."

The collision of Resentment Gold and pure steel produced dazzling sparks, each block causing his hand to crack, blood streaming down his metal arm.

Lira’s third eye began to bleed from overuse, yet she gritted her teeth, continuing to provide tactical warnings for her comrades.

Sied guided moss to emit light while also enduring the emotional rebound of the plants’ fear of war.

At this moment, a fourteen-year-old apprentice, Bruno, possessing Stoker Star lineage, unfortunately got separated from the team.

Amidst the chaos, he inadvertently stumbled into the depths of the mine, alone facing a nightmare-like figure approaching him.

The All Gold Warriors’ leader slowly materialized, his body resembling liquid metal flashing a deadly sheen in the dimness.

"A lost little rat?"

The leader’s voice, like the grinding of metal, produced an eerie echo in the spacious cave:

"Let me see... you possess an impure bloodline aura. Mongrel, do you think you’re worthy of wielding the power of metal?"

Bruno’s face turned pale as paper instantly.

The shape of the All Gold Warriors began to disintegrate, transforming into countless sharp metal fragments, sweeping in like a silver hurricane of death.

Each fragment carried absolute malice, intending not only to destroy the flesh but also to shred the recognition of self-worth within the soul.

"You mongrels..."

The voice of the All Gold Warriors echoed from all directions as if judgment:

"You don’t deserve to exist in this world!"

As these words were spoken, they struck like a curse into the deepest fears within Bruno’s heart.

It was a nightmare every mixed-blood apprentice had gone through.

Abandoned by native clans, rejected by human society, unable to find a true sense of belonging.

Under the impact of extreme fear, Bruno’s mental defenses completely collapsed.

He let out a scream of despair.

That sound carried pure fear and despair, like the wail of a vengeful spirit crawling out of the Abyss.

At this moment, the trap Hillas meticulously set was completely triggered.

The tolerance threshold, already adjusted to its critical value, lost control under the impact of this emotional entropy.

The core resonance crystal of the Silent Dome began to tremble violently, emitting a sharp sound like shattering glass.

The blue protective light flickered intermittently, and the entire energy field’s stability crumbled in an instant.

More terrifyingly, Bruno’s fear spread virus-like.

In the resonance network projected by history, other apprentices also began to be infected by this despairing emotion.

Gareen suddenly felt his father’s disappointment.

Not the real disappointment from Cadraque, but a deeper, denial from the source of his bloodline:

"My son, why did you choose to betray your origins? Do you really think those humans will accept you?"

Sied experienced the despair of being rejected by two races simultaneously.

The Danasu Race disdained him for lacking purity, humans feared his heterogeneity:

"You are neither a true plant nor a true human; you are just a failed experiment."

Lira’s third eye saw the most brutal truth.

In the eyes of others, she would forever be a monster:

"A deformed with three eyes, lacking a normal face, vainly hopes to be loved and accepted?"

Other apprentices also fell into their respective identity crises from deep within.

Everyone faced their most fearful doubts, most painful negations, most desperate loneliness.

The entire historical projection space began to twist and deform, the original backdrop of Stoker Star Mine replaced by fear-manifested imagery.

The sky turned blood-red, the ground cracked open revealing bottomless Abyss, the air echoed with countless voices of accusation and ridicule.

This was no longer a historical re-enactment but a materialized manifestation of a collective nightmare of twelve apprentices.

Ear-piercing alarms resounded throughout the Silent Dome.

Red danger signal lights began flashing wildly, and various monitoring device indicators breached safe ranges.

"Spiritual wave overload! Energy field unstable!"

"Core frequency deviation by 3.7 percentage points from the standard value!"

"Detected high-intensity emotional entropy diffusion!"

Technicians’ reports echoed one after another, the entire observation room plunged into an emergency state.

But at this critical moment, Hillas’s performance was exemplary.

He showed no panic or hesitation, as if he had anticipated this occurrence long ago.

"Activate protocol B-7!"

Hillas loudly issued commands into the communication device, his voice filled with the calm and decisiveness unique to professional technicians:

"Stabilize the core resonance frequency! Lecturer Ron’s experiment intensity exceeded the safety range; I’m activating an external spiritual damping field for suppression!"

While speaking, he swiftly moved to the hidden emergency equipment.

There was a robust-looking damping force field generator, its surface covered with dense heat dissipation grilles and energy adjustment knobs.

"All observers, fall back!"

Hillas, while adjusting the equipment parameters, warned others present:

"When the damping force field activates, it will generate a strong psychic shockwave; please maintain a safe distance!"

Vinard furrowed his brows, quickly scanning various monitoring data.