Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 707 - 331: Wildfire Spreads

The clash with the King of Illusions from the night before, even if confined to the realm of thought, had carved a lasting mark within his soul, thanks to the immense pressure exerted by a creature at the Witch King tier.

Yet, this ordeal had also surprisingly bolstered his psychological endurance.

He sensed distinctly that his tolerance for elevated-dimensional data had risen markedly since earlier times.

"Master, you appear quite cheerful this morning."

The voice of Ailan echoed from beyond the door, her green silhouette emerging at the chamber's doorway:

"Your session of meditation yesterday evening stretched to double its normal length. Did something enlightening occur?"

"I came upon fresh realizations."

Ron replied concisely, withholding further elaboration.

Certain insights prove too hazardous to disclose casually, not even to one's most reliable subordinate.

With swift application of magical energy, he completed his purification routine, readying himself for the restricted area in the archives.

The Associate Professor status bestowed by Cassandra the day prior granted him entry to confidential records that had once been out of reach.

Grasping the advancement criteria for ancient alchemists and those vanished old techniques represented vital knowledge he craved.

As soon as he exited the traveling workshop, Ron detected faint shifts in the atmosphere.

It carried a thrilling aroma akin to the tang of fresh blood.

The crystalline screens lining the avenues no longer broadcast scholarly findings.

Rather, they projected captivating vistas from alien realms, every image quietly recounting triumphs of domination.

Upon the initial screen, three crimson suns blazed in a verdigris heavens.

The terrain formed a woodland of animated bones, where the "trunks" were colossal spinal columns, soaring hundreds of meters, entwined with pulsing webs of veins that moved on their own.

Within the heart of this bizarre grove, spider-like beings bowed low to the invaders, presenting gleaming "marrow crystals" via their eight lithe limbs.

These native monsters looked hideous, sporting enormous multifaceted eyes for heads and torsos like flayed arachnids with visible guts.

Most disturbing were the noises they produced during motion, like the wails of babies, which leaked from the screens and chilled the spines of strolling novices.

"I heard this 'life marrow' can boost the power of magic elixirs by many times..."

A youthful novice marked by dark freckles on his cheeks whispered, quivering, his gaze blending avarice and dread.

The next screen revealed a realm twisted even further.

No firm earth existed; everything existed in a half-fluid form, endlessly shifting forms and hues.

At the scene's core, house-sized jellyfish beings drifted through the thick atmosphere.

Their see-through forms exposed intricate viscera twisting lazily inside.

These beings extended tentacles to present throbbing "heart fruits" to the sorcerers perched on a hovering dais.

With each throb of the heart fruits, the whole display wavered faintly, as though the machinery itself felt the influence.

"Material for bodily augmentation..."

An apprentice nearby, clad in thick protective lenses, muttered under his breath:

"Word is, ingesting a single one elevates one's vigor to that of a typical Dragon Kin, though the price is..."

He trailed off, yet the novices around that monitor, versed in the details, understood the toll.

The consumer's features would slowly morph to echo those jellyfish monsters until all traces of humanity vanished.

Yet another view depicted a domain forever wrapped in icy auroral glows.

In that icy expanse, Frost Giants towering almost five meters prostrated themselves before the victors.

These behemoths tendered chunks of "soul ice crystal" emitting frosty emanations using their rigid digits.

Even more terrifying, the giants shown obviously weren't submitting of their own volition.

Slim metallic rods pierced the napes of their necks, serving as domination tools.

Whenever the rods glowed, the giants executed the tribute gesture in robotic fashion, the spectral flames in their gazes fading.

"Total domination..."

A seasoned Advanced Apprentice, evidently well-informed, murmured softly, his voice laced with mingled sentiments: "This surpasses mere takeover; it's..."

"It's what?" the elder novice beside him scoffed:

"The rule of the universe is survival of the strongest. These foreign species rank as inferior beings by nature. Serving our Wizard Society's progress is their privilege."

The onlookers among the novices sank into a hushed quiet.

Some shone with eager sparks in their eyes, as if picturing their own journeys into subjugation;

Others looked worried and restless, evidently shaken by such savage takeover tactics;

A few more held a wary impartiality, simply watching and reflecting wordlessly.

"Are these images... authentic?" a novice girl donning an Apprentice Emblem inquired hesitantly.

"Absolutely, they're genuine." The elder novice's manner grew more haughty:

"My uncle works as a resource evaluator in the invasion squad, and he shared that these represent merely the tamer realms among the scores seized by Cassandra Tower Master.

The most prized treasures don't even appear in these public shows."

He dropped his tone, injecting an air of secrecy:

"Rumors claim Lord Tower Master seized a plane made purely of time, where locals can turn recollections into tangible objects. Just think what we'd achieve with that power..."