Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 703 - 329: King of Illusions_3

Should this combined technique extend to grander endeavors...

Such as forging a lively demon blade, or fully enhancing a portable atelier, what results might it yield?

Though the heavens stretched vast and profound, Ron's zeal for experimentation burned even brighter.

He cast a look toward the celestial expanse beyond his pane, where the evenings in the Central Territories stayed ever magnificent.

Those far-off celestial bodies appeared to rejoice in his achievement, casting forth motivational radiance.

Once he organized the fresh ammunition he'd crafted, Ron set about outlining the next day's agenda.

The privileges at the associate professor tier, courtesy of Cassandra, opened doors to numerous hidden resources previously out of reach.

Insights into the progression criteria for the 'Ancient Alchemist,' along with those highly guarded intel on the deep Abyss—these were precisely the insights he craved most.

'Tomorrow, I'll head to the restricted section of the library,'

In his mind, he formulated a thorough strategy:

'Start by reviewing data on the Ancient Alchemist, grasping the exact prerequisites for job evolution and evaluating potential hazards.

Next, delve into advanced astrological abilities, focusing on secure methods for conducting the stargazing ritual.

Lastly, should time allow, gather in-depth details on the Abyss's Seventh Layer and deeper strata.'

Contemplating ventures into the Abyss, Ron inevitably recalled the substitute doll he'd stationed in the Sea of Darkness.

That doll had been operating autonomously within the Abyss for days on end.

Assuming everything proceeded smoothly, it ought to have amassed plentiful useful data and resources by now.

'A duplicate that thinks on its own and responds to distant commands—not just a stand-in for perilous missions, but also a way to pursue studies and scouting across various sites at once.'

As the darkness of night thickened, Ron wrapped up the final lab notes and readied himself for slumber.

Yet, reclining in the rest pod and poised to slip into repose, a faint unease stirred from the depths of his awareness.

This wasn't mere weariness or strain, but a finer... pulling feeling.

He tried to jolt himself alert, only to discover his mind slipping downward against his will, as though hauled toward the Abyss by an unseen titanic pull.

The world around him warped and twisted, the steel surfaces of the rest pod melted like flowing wax, the motifs on the rune decals writhed wildly, resembling frantic serpents in agony.

The atmosphere grew thick and sticky, every inhalation akin to gulping a writhing fluid.

In the end, the tangible world faded away entirely.

In its place arose a bewildering, surreal vista.

Myriad drifting isles of all dimensions drifted lazily amid shimmering hues, each one showcasing a wildly unique, illogical habitat.

Certain isles basked in perpetual bloom, yet their blossoms bore human gazes, winking endlessly;

Others formed pure crystalline edifices, though luminous ichor coursed through them, throbbing in steady beats;

Some resembled enormous vital organs, draped in respiring flesh, rising and falling to an incomprehensible pulse.

'Welcome to my domain—Fairyland, young tri-cultivator.'

A voice burst forth within his psyche, bypassing auditory channels to rip straight through his mental defenses.

Merely this mode of interaction pressed upon Ron like a colossal peak upon his essence, rendering each notion sluggish and agonizing.

Even worse, he sensed his mental framework being 'inspected' by an inconceivable being, akin to a microbe pinned beneath a lens.

'You are...'

Ron fought to preserve his reason, even as his psyche teetered on the brink from this overwhelming communion, he strove to dissect it:

'Forming mental bonds through the Dream Realm, holding a separate pocket dimension... You have to be the 'King of Illusions' described in Lance’s records.'

'It appears you've deduced who I am. Yes, to sustain rational cognition amid such strain, your mental fortitude surpasses what I anticipated.'

The King of Illusions’s tone held a trace of... be it admiration or whimsical sentiment:

'Upon sensing the 'Creator’s Blessing' stir within you, I realized a face-to-face exchange was essential.

After all, across centuries, you're the inaugural young Wizard to advance three core wizardry paths to such proficiency simultaneously.'

Ron noticed the suffocating aura easing somewhat, evidently the counterpart was intentionally moderating their exertions.

Still, this interaction left him profoundly uneasy.

It resembled a tiny insect compelled to parley with a giant, the immense gulf in existence rendering every mental brush perilous.