Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 704 - 330

~3 minute read · 702 words
Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Ron reflects on his breakthrough in composite technology, envisioning its applications to larger projects like an active demon sword, while planning to access restricted library materials on Ancient Alchemist advancement, astrology skills, and Abyss intelligence the next day. He considers the progress of his stand-in puppet exploring the Abyss independently. As he attempts to rest in his sleep chamber, an invisible force drags his consciousness into a distorting realm of bizarre floating islands, where the King of Illusions confronts him directly, praising his unique tri-cultivation and spiritual resilience under immense pressure.

"’Creator’s Blessing’..."

Ron struggled to organize his jumbled mind:

"What truly originates this power? Why does it stir to life upon merging this three-phase wizardry?"

"It delves into the universe’s deepest laws of creation."

The King of Illusions’ voice deepened, echoing as if from the dawn of time:

"The ’Creator’ established the core rules governing this universe.

Among them: When a sentient being ascends to a peak in creation, the universe bestows its blessing."

"The fusion of Magic Potion Making, Alchemy, and Enchantment signifies command over the essential tiers of creation, enhancement, and alteration. Such a feat has activated an age-old blessing system."

Upon hearing this, Ron’s heart raced faster.

Should the King of Illusions speak truth, Ron now held not merely improved abilities, but a universal-scale authority.

The worth of this force... defies full calculation.

"Yet you need to grasp,"

The King of Illusions’ voice shifted to a cautionary edge:

"Such strength draws countless... hostile gazes.

Within this cosmos lurk ancient beings who govern the laws.

They react sharply to any core shifts in existence."

A heavier dread abruptly pressed down, leaving Ron’s awareness on the verge of shattering.

Amid this weight, he glimpsed hazy visions.

These were shards of recollections buried in time’s depths, unveiling incomprehensible primordial beings.

They lack solid shapes, or their shapes themselves warp the fabric of reality.

Certain ones manifest as vast apparatuses of geometric forms, reshaping spatial physics with every motion;

Others form abstract idea clusters, where simple ’observation’ crushes the watcher’s mind.

"Are these... rule Guardians?"

Ron questioned hoarsely, his words breaking apart from psychic strain.

"They bear numerous titles—Inspectors, Balance Maintainers, Cosmic Cleaners... "

The King of Illusions’ tone turned graver:

"The precise label remains ’Anomaly Catcher’.

Their only mission: Preserve the cosmos’s core equilibrium and eradicate any disruptive anomalies endangering the fixed order."

"In bygone ages, societies overwhelmed by inventive pursuits caught their eye. Consequently... those societies vanished from history, as though never present."

A profound cold gripped Ron.

Should these ’Anomaly Catchers’ be real, his predicament turns perilously dire.

"Creator’s Blessing" grants immense might boosts, yet it could mark him for pursuit by these timeless horrors.

"Still, that’s no reason to surrender."

The King of Illusions’ voice warmed with motivation once more, though hidden worries deepened Ron’s discomfort:

"Genuine leaps forward carry immense perils. Plus, you possess certain... shielding elements that could shield you during the early hazards."

"Shielding elements?"

"Your soul... isn’t fully native to this universe."

The King of Illusions’ declaration hit like lightning, jolting Ron’s thoughts wildly:

"This quality renders you somewhat ’invisible’ to the Anomaly Catchers’ senses. They specialize in tracking irregularities from local souls, showing lesser acuity toward... foreigners."

Foreigner...

A whirlwind of feelings churned in Ron’s chest.

Though he’d sensed a vague disconnect from this realm before, such stark validation shook him profoundly.

"Refrain from dwelling on your roots."

The King of Illusions detected his emotional storm:

"Here, origins matter less than your chosen path forward. Seize the now, leverage your distinct edges, and build authentic strength step by step."

"Press on with your studies, but proceed with utmost caution.

Begin via modest trials and avoid hasty grand inventions.

When required, I’ll relay pertinent old lore via hidden means, though direct aid remains off-limits."

Ron caught the underlying message.

Even a Wizard King must tread warily against those ’Anomaly Catchers’.

Overt backing risks drawing supreme scrutiny.

"Apart from these cautions,"

The King of Illusions steered the conversation, lightening his voice:

"I believe you seek vital insights on thriving in your present setting.

On Ancient Alchemist progression, I offer some... insider details."

This hit at Ron’s key worries.

As a Four-star Profession, Ancient Alchemist promises not only vast power gains but a vital bridge to superior realms.

Successful transition would amplify his "Creator’s Blessing" further.

Led by the King of Illusions, the landscape transformed.

The spooky Floating Islands drew together, crafting a steadier domain.

It resembled a colossal archive, yet shelves brimmed with odd artifacts over tomes.

Some glowed as radiant Crystal Balls, others morphed endlessly as metallic figures, and a few resembled ensnared living recollections in sealed vials.