Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1390 - 547: Chimera Stew

"Master, what are we going to do today?"

Sied curiously stroked a singing plant, which was humming an ancient pastoral song in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.

Ron smiled and walked toward the central counter of the kitchen.

Deep in his chest, the bloodline of the Chaos Sheep Head slowly awoke like a slumbering giant beast, beginning to release a very subtle energy fluctuation.

This fluctuation was colorless and tasteless, undetectable by any magical means.

It seeped into every inch of the surrounding air, like spring rain nourishing the earth.

With every breath, countless microscopic chaos factors quietly merged into the depths of each person’s spiritual ocean.

Outside the door, Hillas stealthily activated the recording device.

He told himself it was to "objectively and comprehensively record Lecturer Ron’s extracurricular guidance, to submit an accurate assessment report to Director Ella."

His inner monologue was filled with contradiction:

"Humph, just as I expected. Using after-class time for such crowd-pleasing ’cooking games’? This is simply a waste of precious learning time!"

However, as those chaos factors began to flit around the edges of his consciousness, Hillas’s inner monologue began to subtly change:

"I must record everything here, every detail will become irrefutable evidence in my report."

He didn’t realize that this "open-minded" thought didn’t entirely come from his rational judgment.

Behind Ron, Nari’s projection appeared and disappeared.

The power of the Apostle, through bloodline resonance, provided deeper endorsement for the chaos infiltration.

This made Ron’s influence spread like ripples in a lake, leaving no trace.

"Start cooking with me."

His voice softly echoed through the kitchen, each syllable carrying a resonance frequency:

"Today, each of you must personally create your own elemental blend."

In the depths of his mind, he began to try to incorporate sand table simulation into the real-life classroom.

This was a practice tool bestowed by Hephis, but "seasoned" by the residual influence of the Paradox Dice.

The entire simulation process carried a certain dramatized and allegorical flavor.

[Scene Activated: Chimera Nursery]

In the virtual sand table world, Ron saw a bizarre scene full of fairytale colors:

Twelve newborn chimera cubs were stumbling around in a nursery.

Each had a unique combination of heads:

Some had dragon heads paired with lion heads, some had eagle heads paired with sheep heads, and even more peculiar combinations.

The problem was, these little ones had absolutely no idea how to coordinate their multiple heads.

A two-headed chimera attempted to move forward.

As a result, the dragon head on the left wanted to chase a butterfly, while the lion head on the right wanted to gnaw on a bone, leaving it spinning in place, dizzying itself.

Another three-headed chimera was even worse, with heads wanting to go in three different directions.

It couldn’t move, only able to emit three distinct tones of wails.

[Hint: Nursery Administrator, your task is to teach these little ones how "to become a complete self"]

[Warning: If coordination fails, these young chimeras might be torn apart by internal conflict]

The sand table scene was so vivid that Ron almost forgot it was just a simulation.

It felt as if he truly was the principal of a chimera kindergarten, facing a group of adorable creatures clueless about how to use their bodies.

Back in reality, Ron began preparations for distributing the recipes.

First, he used magic power to outline the light and shadow of a two-headed chimera in the air.

One half was a dragon head spewing thunder fire, majestic and blazing;

The other half was a sheep head exuding an aura of chaos, mysterious and deep.

Although the two heads had different forms, they shared the same strong body.

"Today’s topic, we call it ’Chimera Stew’."

Ron’s voice was clear and magnetic:

"A chimera has multiple heads, each with its own will and power, yet they share one body, one life.

Doesn’t this resemble our class?"

"Lira, your third eye perceives emotions;

Gareen, your Resentment Gold arm resonates with anger;

Sied, you can hear the voice of plants;

Bruno, you have a natural affinity with the fire element..."

His gaze swept over each student.

In the depths of his consciousness, the sand table simulation was analyzing each student’s psychological state in real-time:

[Analysis Result: Lira—A longing for understanding and loneliness, suggestion: Use "Empathic Guiding"]

[Analysis Result: Gareen—Vulnerability beneath anger, suggestion: Use "Gentle Tolerance"]

[Analysis Result: Sied—Overly sensitive empathy, suggestion: Use "Positive Guiding"]

...

Whenever he mentioned a student’s name, that student would unconsciously straighten up, eyes shimmering with recognized joy.

Ron knew clearly that he was conducting an extremely subtle "investment."

These hybrid apprentices now seemed like just a group of beginners.

But based on their talents and growth trajectory predictions, at least one-third could break through to official wizard level in twenty years.

And by then, if he could establish his own colony...

These "old students," with deep psychological links to him, would become an indispensable supporting force.

Though he wouldn’t backstab Vinard to recruit all these students, occasionally sending them for support, Vinard wouldn’t block them all, would he?