Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1381: You Have Not Dispelled the Shadow

Time flies swiftly across the sand table, seasons change, civilizations evolve…

Hephis gazed at the somewhat stagnant development of the two civilizations on the sand table, nodding and shaking his head.

“It’s a fairly novel development path.”

He slowly began: “Your Chaos Town indeed shows remarkable resilience. Unfortunately, resilience does not equate to victory.”

The Monarch of Light raised his hand:

“Look at the current situation. Your civilization, though full of vigor, is always teetering on the edge of poverty and chaos; My sages, though appearing rigid, hold an overwhelming technological advantage. This balance can be maintained for millennia, but ultimately the result is still my victory.”

He pointed to the sand table, where the two civilizations were indeed caught in a subtle stalemate.

While Chaos Town continues to innovate, it lacks systematic development plans and cannot compete with the strength of the Sage City-State.

Though the sages’ development has slowed, their deep technological accumulation still secures their absolute dominant position.

“Your civilization is dying from stagnation, just like mine.”

Hephis’s tone became sharper: “You lack the ‘spark’ to break this systemic advantage.”

At this point, He struck the armrest of the throne, showing an amused expression:

“Speaking of which, since you were sent here by the joint forces of ‘Absurdity’ and ‘Illusion,’ you must carry that lunatic’s ‘toy,’ right?”

The pressure in the air suddenly increased.

“Now I allow you to use it, no…”

Hephis’s voice became authoritative and irrefutable: “I command you to use it.”

“Show me a chaos capable of creating, rather than mere destruction.”

“Prove to me that you are more capable than Hector, who only knows how to disrupt.”

As soon as the words fell, an invisible force extracted something from Ron.

It was a die emitting chaotic light—[Paradox Dice].

It began to slowly spin in mid-air before falling into Hephis’s hand.

“This is the ‘weapon’ Hector once used to disrupt my maze.”

The King of Perfection toyed with the die in his hand and casually tossed it back to the other party:

“Now, let me see what you can do with it.”

Ron reached out to catch the Paradox Dice, feeling the immense power within it.

He could sense that the die was in a special activated state.

Its power was magnified several times within the unique environment of the Artisan Maze.

“Carlos.” He asked in his mind:

“Do you have any suggestions for this situation?”

“Based on my calculations, the probability of directly wishing for the game to proceed to ‘victory’ is extremely low.”

Carlos’s voice came from the pocket watch, still maintaining a rational analysis:

“Saint Hephis has obviously prepared for various possible outcomes.”

“Thus, maybe what we need is not victory, but… transformation.”

Aselia softly spoke from Ron’s embrace:

“The Dragon Race has an ancient saying—’When you cannot change the rules, change the game itself.'”

Nari’s voice was full of concern:

“Honey, I don’t like this feeling, that glowing old man is clearly scheming something.”

Ron took a deep breath and made a decision.

He lifted the Paradox Dice, silently making a wish in his heart:

“I need a variable that neither side can predict or control—a factor that can bring true change to this stalemate.”

The die began to spin in his hand faster and faster until it became a blur of light and shadow.

With one final gentle sound, the die stopped spinning.

Revealed was a symbol that had never appeared on any die—an ordinary “6.”

In an instant, the entire sea of stars trembled.

A breathtakingly beautiful comet slowly crossed the sky above the sand table from the depths of oblivion.

This comet had no essence, entirely composed of rainbow-colored dust, dreamlike and magnificent.

It silently traversed time and space, leaving a dazzling trail above the two civilizations.

“Dream Dust…” Hephis softly uttered the name, somewhat surprised:

“This is a development I did not anticipate.”

The shimmering, colorful dust gently drifted like snow, softly covering the two civilizations.

To the observers within the sand table, these specks were completely invisible and intangible; only “outsiders” like Ron and Hephis could see their true form.

Yet even if invisible, all life could feel their impact.

Dream Dust, the catalyst of the subconscious, the amplifier of the deepest desires.

To those sages who have been bound by reason and logic for long, the arrival of Dream Dust was like a silent plague.

The first to be affected were those mages immersed day and night in spell research.

In the highest level of the Jade Tower, an old mage studying element balance was conducting his routine experiment.

For decades, he had summoned the exact same flame with the exact same spell, following the exact same steps.

This mechanized repetition had made his spells nearly perfectly precise.

However, when Dream Dust seeped into the depths of his consciousness, those emotions he had suppressed for decades began to awaken.

He recalled his dreams in youth—not to become a meticulous scholar, but to create beautiful artworks with magic.

He recalled the passion of his first love—the pure emotion that made flames more splendid.