Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 675 - 320: Out of Control? (3)

Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Ron sensed an imminent threat from chaotic spirit monsters approaching through spatial distortions, but his colleagues dismissed it as symptoms of abyssal spiritual contamination and prepared emergency detection procedures. Maintaining calm, Ron urgently counted down while checking his equipment, ignoring their growing unease and readiness to subdue him. As the countdown ended, the environment twisted violently, alarms blared with warnings of extreme spatial anomalies, and a rift tore open, from which a formless chaotic spirit monster emerged.

In the watchful gaze of the Observer, this entity morphs through bewildering transformations every single second:

At times, it manifests as a colossal tentacle cluster, each appendage's surface studded with millions of eyes in all sizes, winking together to evoke a repulsive rhythmic beat;

On other occasions, it shifts into a collage of innumerable human faces, all mouthing soundless screams, their features warped past the boundaries of human musculature;

Occasionally, it assumes bizarre geometric forms, linking at angles that defy logic, building a 3D framework that overwhelms the senses right away.

"This... how is this possible..."

Miller's voice grew raspy from sheer astonishment, his battlefield poise from endless fights utterly shattered in that instant.

His robotic left arm shook wildly under the crush of profound dread, while the integrated armaments released erratic digital noises, betraying a disordered operational status.

"How could the detection equipment fail completely? This is theoretically impossible!"

Chief Wayne gawked in disbelief at the display clutched in his hand, its screen rigidly showing a "safe" readout, as though the horrifying scene before them was nothing more than a shared delusion.

His stiffened fingers hammered his temple in frenzy, unleashing a rapid-fire "tock tock" rhythm, an automatic tic amid utter terror.

Ron creased his brow, sensing that Miller and Wayne's outbursts seemed excessively fervent... practically contrived?

Before he could ponder more, fellow researcher Alice started heaving up her guts with ferocity.

Her see-through form let everyone witness the stomach juices churning up her throat clearly.

Falko quit his routine hair-fiddling altogether, clutching his skull hard, while stifled sobs escaped him.

"Space camouflage technology."

Ron's tone stood out as remarkably steady in the surrounding mayhem:

"Chaotic Spirit Monsters, upon nearing their prey, generate expansive spatial deceptions, making all physics-based scanners misread the situation. This counts as one of their deadliest predatory methods."

The moment his words ended, the "form" of the Chaotic Spirit Monster—if that ceaselessly mutating blob of disorder could be dubbed a form—began fresh, even scarier shifts.

Its core zone slowly amassed a strange glow that exceeded human eyesight's limits.

This radiance encompassed all shades in the visible range at once, yet surpassed color's very notion, as if unveiling "hues" to beholders that had no right to exist.

This glow adapts to the viewer's terror.

The fearful witness hopelessness-spawning shadows, the wrathful endure spirit-searing crimson blaze, and those with tangled minds behold a shifting, indefinable swirl of chaos.

"Random teleportation beam!"

Miller bellowed the alert, his shout infused with unmatched haste:

"Everyone disperse immediately! Don’t gather together!"

The Chaotic Spirit Monster's teleportation ray isn't basic space relocation but an enforced "reality reconstruction."

Those struck by it get flung at random to any Abyss crevice, even deadly realms dodged by many Apostles.

Worse still, such displacement is usually partial.

Certain victims get shuttled in pieces, with body sections landing in separate spots, delivering agony that outstrips any torture one can envision.

As panic overtook the group, Ron revealed sharp anticipation and fighting talent.

He'd already pulled several silver orbs from the utility belt at his side.

Every one of these custom dispersal projectiles embodied the height of his alchemy, runic magic, and weaponry mastery.

Their exteriors featured elaborate 3D rune grids, not simple flat etchings but actual volumetric power networks.

Amid the Abyss's effects, the runes glowed with consistent blue light, confirming the space disruption setup's smooth running.

Crucially, via flawless blending of "Extraordinary Recognition" and "Hermit’s Knowledge," Ron commanded spatial awareness beyond anyone else there.

In his unique sight, the Chaotic Spirit Monster's apparently haphazard changes actually obeyed a profound underlying law.

While its outer look varied nonstop, its power nucleus—the "true essence" that dominated the whole being—held a mostly steady spot.

Such perception let him foresee each impending strike from the Chaotic Spirit Monster, right down to the beam's launch trajectory and reach.

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