Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1384 - 545: The Creator’s Recognition

Ron’s heart was lifted.

He had joined this game, introduced variables, and obtained a result, but it couldn’t be considered the victory that Hephis demanded.

In this realm composed of light and shadow, he neither dispelled the final darkness nor conquered everything with absolute skill.

His mind had already begun calculating various escape strategies.

Could Nari’s Chaotic Power tear apart this dimensional space?

Could Erica’s pocket watch temporarily freeze the opponent’s awareness?

Would the King of Absurdity and the King of Illusions lend a hand to pull me out?

In this anxious wait, Hephis finally spoke slowly.

"You have indeed not dispelled the shadows, however..."

The voice of the Monarch of Light gently echoed in the sea of stars, solemn as morning bells and evening drums:

"You have taught the shadow how to dance."

With these words, Ron’s tension was slightly relieved.

"You did not win through exceptional skill or impeccable logic, although you achieved some results, they did not reach the level that would make me completely concede."

Hephis continued, with a slight disappointment in his tone:

"In this game, you cheated.

A madman’s firework was thrown into my sand table, and the chaos that ensued favored you."

At this point, it was as if the entire dimension held its breath.

The starlight became tranquil, and the ripples of time and space temporarily calmed.

"This is precisely the trick that madman Hector often uses; if you can’t solve a problem, then create a new one..."

A powerful mental pressure suddenly arrived, squeezing him like the deep sea water pressure.

The air became thick as mercury, each breath pulled air from deep within his lungs.

However, this terrifying pressure came quickly and also disappeared quickly.

"...But then again."

Hephis’s tone changed subtly.

The high-and-mighty judgmental tone gradually faded:

"The result is indeed captivating."

The voice of the Monarch of Light carried reluctance, but more so an inner recognition:

"You have created a system that thrives due to its imperfection, a civilization that finds strength in contradiction."

"This is not the standard answer I seek, and it even contradicts my philosophy. But it is ultimately an answer, one I had never considered."

As he spoke, his form became less solid.

The pure light that constituted his body began to flicker like a candle in the wind.

Simultaneously, the "Land of Mirrors" maintained by his strong will.

Began to crack like spider webs as it moved toward dissolution, like a dream waking up.

"You are walking the path of the Ancient Alchemist, a path of true ’creation.’"

Hephis’s voice began to grow distant, as if withdrawing from this dimension:

"Before I leave, I will give you what you need most."

"This isn’t truly a gift, but rather a catalyst—a catalyst for the ’understanding’ you have already earned through your efforts."

He slowly raised a finger composed of pure starlight and gently touched Ron’s forehead.

This was not a simple data transfer or memory infusion.

At the moment the fingertip touched the forehead, what Ron felt was a pure enlightenment.

It was an absolutely clear moment, an understanding that transcended language and text.

Like someone lighting a lantern for him in the chaotic darkness.

The lamp illuminated the fire of wisdom deep within his heart, which had always existed but had never been clearly recognized.

He gained no new formulas or knowledge of Mysticism from this.

He just gradually began to understand that the true secret of Alchemy lies in the art of understanding a thing’s "story."

When he stared at a meteor floating in the sea of stars.

In his eyes, it was a grand narrative spanning billions of years:

About the shaping of pressure, the tempering of heat, and the waiting of stillness.

Every crack told of its lonely wandering in the void;

Every gleam documented its intimate contact with the stars;

Every speck of dust bore the original memory from the birth of the universe.

To alter this meteor, one must first understand its story, then continue writing new Chapters for it.

He understood that Magic Potion Making is the art of guiding a thing’s "potential."

When he imagined an ordinary herb.

In his perception, it was a vibrant life form eager to grow, heal, or harm.

Every leaf contained unrealized possibilities;

Every drop of sap flowed with the primal impulse of life;

Every scent conveyed the longing to communicate with other life forms.

True Masters of Magical Potions would listen, understand, then persuade these materials to blend.

He understood that Enchantment was the art of writing connections between "stories" and "potential."

A rune is not merely a mysterious pattern; it is a complete sentence in the language of reality itself.

It is the code that tells a stone how to become a sword;

It is the reason that persuades herbs why they should heal the wounded;

It is the poem that helps starlight understand how to bring warmth to the darkness.

The power of runes lies not in their mystery but in their logic.

Using the universe’s most fundamental language, they expound on the basic laws of transformation for all things.

This insight nourished Ron’s consciousness like dew.

He felt he had already climbed to the peak of knowledge, overlooking the entire landscape of the triad of skills.