Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 695 - 327: Manipulated...

"I get your decision," he finally responded:

"Just viewing it from a mother's perspective, what you did makes total sense."

Cassandra nodded, pleased:

"I figured you'd see it that way, and that's part of why I respect you so much; you've got wisdom that surpasses your age."

She rose and moved to the dining room window, staring out at the stars above:

"Across this vast universe, every civilization fights tooth and nail to survive. The law of the jungle isn't something we invented; it's the core principle governing all existence."

"Our only option is to pick our spot in the food chain. And for me, that spot is right at the summit."

With the meal drawing to a close, Cassandra at last remarked:

"My hope for you tonight is that you leave with more than just a delicious dinner—take away a fresh perspective too."

"Once you're elevated high enough, those ethical quandaries that used to bother you turn out to have straightforward answers."

She faced Eve, softening her voice once more:

"How do you feel now, my dear?"

"Better, Mother," Eve answered faintly, her gaze still tinged with lingering dread.

"I'm glad to hear that." Cassandra nodded approvingly:

"You see, Ron? A bit of short-term suffering can pave the way for enduring joy. That's the insight every leader needs, discerning when to push forward and when to yield."

"On the topic of backing you up, it's time to deliver on that pledge I made earlier today."

Cassandra pulled out an ornate storage container from her spatial gear:

"Here are 300 top-grade Magic Stones, my direct funding for your Simulation Battle Device initiative."

Upon opening the container, the orderly rows of Magic Stones gleamed brilliantly.

Every piece was a premium Energy Crystal, precious enough to drive any scientist into a frenzy.

"On top of that, I've gathered tech intel from various Otherworld societies throughout the years."

She produced a handful of data Crystals as well:

"This includes shape-shifting tech from the 'Mechanical Federation', growth techniques from the 'Biological Factory', and principles for 'Energy Integration' usage."

"The worth of these details... defies any monetary valuation."

Pride shone in her eyes over her victories: "Even a single one of these advancements could ignite a breakthrough in its domain."

Ron took hold of these invaluable resources.

A brief scan uncovered scores of innovative tech ideas he'd never encountered, each sparking new thoughts for his studies.

"And there's more positive news," Cassandra went on:

"Following talks with Master Uther and a few expedition leaders, we've agreed to offer you extra leeway in your research."

Her voice grew more official:

"First off, you're free to move your portable lab to the Abyssal Observation Station. That spot's setup is ideal for testing exotic substances and gives you direct access to Abyss specimens."

"Next, you'll have full autonomy in your pursuits. As long as core safety is upheld, you can chart your own course and pick your experiments without the hassle of endless reviews."

This level of support caught Ron off guard.

Such independent access is typically reserved for associate professors in the Crystal Tower, yet he's merely a lecturer at present.

"Naturally, some essential guidelines remain in place," Cassandra noted:

"Regular checks for Abyss corruption are non-negotiable; they're there to protect you. Also, key findings need to be shared at intervals to foster scholarly collaboration."

Her gaze turned intense and thoughtful:

"This liberty rests on faith, and I'm confident you'll handle it responsibly without letting me down."

Uther's holographic form gave a subtle nod, endorsing the setup:

"The station's facilities are far better matched to your work. Moreover, the dynamic setting offers distinct factors to influence your trials."

"I appreciate the Tower Master and Professor Yutel; these supplies and clearances are incredibly useful to me."

"Useful?" Cassandra let out a soft laugh:

"Ron, at my stature, we don't haggle over trades anymore. In the realm of real powerhouses, exchanging insights is simply expected."

"I look forward to the day you reach this pinnacle, surveying the entire cosmos."

Dinner wrapped up, and Cassandra concluded:

"Ron, you must sense it yourself."

The sorceress rose and approached the window, contemplating the Magic Power-lit night:

"We're at a crucial turning point in our era. In the coming decades or centuries, the ultimate fate of our society might well be sealed."

"You'll have a key part to play. Your decisions, your development, your impacts—all will weave into this grand narrative."

She pivoted toward Ron, her violet eyes swirling like an endless vortex:

"I've handed you wisdom, assets, and independence. Now show me what you'll make of them—don't let me down..."

As the night grew darker, Ron strolled back alone, replaying the evening's moments in his thoughts.

Cassandra's open-handedness felt real, her backing firm and unwavering.

She's no ordinary despot or lunatic, but a calculated operator with sharp reasoning and unyielding belief.

Every move she makes carries its own rationale, every choice advancing a larger purpose.

And it's exactly this cold, logical ruthlessness that renders her truly terrifying.