Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 687 - 324_2

She doesn’t require instant zeal from every single person; she merely wants sufficient individuals to ponder, "Perhaps it’s worth a try."

Professor William eased himself down into his seat gradually, obviously sinking into profound reflection on that answer.

Ron serenely watched the responses from those nearby, obtaining a sharper grasp of the forthcoming transformations.

Regardless of how softly this policy gets presented, its fundamental nature continues to guide the whole civilization along a route of looting and domination.

Right as the clapping started to subside, Cassandra abruptly altered her voice:

"While ushering in this great era, I must also specially commend an outstanding young Wizard."

Her stare sliced through the assembly, resembling a sharply aimed dart that fixed straight on Ron amid the observation station group.

"Ron Ralph, please come forward."

This unexpected summons plunged the whole venue into immediate hush, so still that breaths rang out distinctly.

Every gaze shifted toward Ron, and murmurs swelled like waves, laced with diverse tangled feelings.

Ron sensed the weight of thousands of stares upon him.

That feeling of being examined by endless eyes evoked the suffocating pressure from days earlier, when chaotic spirit monsters in the abyss had fixed on him.

Yet his face stayed typically steady, as though this spotlight was merely routine for him.

"Indeed, she has been watching me all along."

He coolly assessed the circumstances in his thoughts, triggering "Hermit’s Knowledge" to detect the power ripples nearby:

"From the instant I stepped into the Central Lands, all my actions fell under her monitoring. This open praise isn’t just a prize but a statement—alerting all that I’ve been ’selected’ by her."

What unsettled him further was spotting watchers in some concealed spots of the venue.

Those figures skulking in the darkness gave off power waves akin to Cassandra’s, evidently her close followers.

This total monitoring network revealed to him how the Conquest Faction’s reach had seeped into every nook of the School Alliance.

Ron rose unhurriedly, striding firmly to the stage.

Every footfall of his carried exceptional poise, his internal magic staying flawlessly steady thanks to the "Star Projection" feature.

Wizards beside him stepped aside, their looks brimming with intricate sentiments:

A few revealed clear envy, their fingers paling from clenching too hard;

Others had gazes gleaming with intrigue, striving to spot anything unique in Ron;

Most viewed this youthful wizard nearing major acclaim with reverence, like beholding an offering ascending the platform.

Upon arriving at the stage, he caught Cassandra’s pleased grin.

But that grin brought to mind a hunter’s look upon sighting quarry, concealing deadly peril under a mild facade.

"Fellow colleagues, let me introduce to you this true genius."

Cassandra started outlining Ron’s numerous "achievements."

Her words resounded across the venue, bearing a subtle mesmerizing cadence:

"Wizard Ron Ralph has successfully advanced to a Primordial Wizard through the Path of Truth.

Everyone here understands that this advancement route counts as an ’ultimate ordeal with zero survival odds.’ But he didn’t just pull it off; he displayed remarkable all-around skills in only one year."

Whispers filled the venue, with numerous attendees nodding instinctively.

"In scholarly pursuits, he excels in Magic Potion Making, Bloodline Modulation, Alchemy, Enchantment, and various other areas, attaining expert status in all."

Cassandra presented a thorough record of accomplishments, which appeared to refresh on its own, showing Ron’s most recent study advancements live:

"He refined recipes for over a dozen classic magic potions, created several new bloodline modulation methods, and even crafted a pioneering ’Mobile Simulation Battle Device’ by himself.

Such broad talents are incredibly uncommon, even for prodigy-level figures."

Stunned outcries burst from the crowd, and plenty of specialist investigators showed faces of disbelief.

Ron detected swirling feelings from every side: respect, envy, dread, anticipation, forming an unseen tangle of sentiments around him.

"What’s even more impressive is his combat prowess."

Cassandra’s voice grew warmer with endorsement as she gently tapped a projection gem on the stage, broadcasting segments from Ron’s trial at the Abyssal Observation Station:

"During the hands-on exam at the Abyssal Observation Station, he took down a chaotic spirit monster all by himself, an advanced abyssal beast.

Keep in mind that chaotic spirit monsters usually demand a full Silver Ring-tier expedition squad to tackle, but he conquered it solo."

The moment Ron unleashed the sonic pulse vibration got captured flawlessly.

Those eerie mutterings reverberated via the venue’s audio setup, and despite heavy dampening, they still unsettled many attendees.

Certain expedition squad folks traded looks, completely knowing the horrifying essence of chaotic spirit monsters.

"This harmony of scholarly and battle skills, this fusion of research and fighting gifts, even calls to mind my own early days."

Cassandra’s statement sparked a huge commotion. Her youthful exploits were mythic, a study model for endless novice wizards. Earning that kind of assessment neared being hailed as the upcoming generation’s frontrunner.