Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 724 - 336: Life Alchemy (Part 3)

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Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Cassandra shares chilling experimental data from the Otherworld with Ron, detailing the horrific origins of the bloodline technologies she studies. She dismisses moral concerns as weakness, urging Ron to adopt a cold, objective view of knowledge discovery. Highlighting her ancestor Hector's foundational work on perfect bloodlines, she reveals her own contributions involving the integration of Abyssal factors, leaving the others in the room disturbed by the implications.

A dangerous glint flickered across her eyes:

"For instance, consider rapid adaptation to harsh environments, or the capacity to assimilate specific traits from otherworldly entities."

Ron carefully mulled over these words, beginning to grasp the grand design philosophy underpinning the preservation bloodline.

It was not merely for maintaining a bloodline; it was a fundamental pillar of an ambitious biological engineering undertaking.

"Naturally, every potent technology carries its own set of dangers."

Cassandra cast a glance toward the quivering Franka:

"Incorporating Abyssal traits certainly introduces a certain... instability to the preservation bloodline. Yet, this risk remains manageable, provided one possesses the necessary technical foundation."

"I have pioneered significant innovations and expansions upon the work of my predecessors." Cassandra shifted into a more professional tone:

"By synthesizing biotechnology from various realms, I have successfully crafted bespoke bloodlines with pre-programmed functions for the elites of my 'legion'."

"However, bloodline modulation, being a relatively nascent discipline, still grapples with challenges within the professional development framework." She changed the subject:

"Have you observed that bloodline modifiers lack a clearly defined progression path, unlike Magic Potion Professors, Rune Experts, or Alchemy Masters?"

This inquiry struck a chord with what Ron had been investigating:

"Indeed. Current grading systems rely heavily on the success rate of the modulation, lacking any unified standard for measuring true capability."

"The root of the issue lies in the sheer complexity of the field." Cassandra theorized:

"Bloodline modulation draws from biology, energy studies, and even the study of souls; it is difficult to quantify using a single criterion."

"Broadly speaking, those who consistently achieve a perfect golden-level modulation are dubbed Masters of Modulation, though how to categorize expertise beyond that remains a matter of academic debate."

She paused, her gaze growing intense:

"If I had to define it, the true trajectory for a Master of Modulation involves returning to the 'Life Alchemy' practiced by ancient alchemists.

This path demands the mastery of alchemy, flesh and blood runes, and an array of other skills—it is a truly monumental challenge."

This information ignited a spark within Ron’s heart.

His own Three-in-One methodology happened to satisfy those very requirements.

"Life Alchemy..." he repeated, testing the term: "What level of ability does this truly signify?"

"The creation of authentic artificial life, the total reconstruction of existing organism structures, and even... the infusion of life into inorganic matter."

Cassandra’s voice held a chill that felt beyond human understanding: "Once you attain that level, the line distinguishing life from death fades into insignificance."

Her gaze shifted to Franka, who shivered under the intensity of her stare:

"The preservation bloodline is merely one experimental milestone on this journey, far from the destination."

"Speaking of lineages, I find myself quite curious regarding your own bloodline composition."

Cassandra suddenly directed her attention toward Ron:

"Your bloodline is incredibly ancient and convoluted, containing elements from numerous rare beasts that have long vanished from the modern era."

Ron’s heartbeat quickened, yet he maintained a placid demeanor.

He had long prepared himself for such questions.

"The most recognizable trait is that of the Sun Flame Dragon." Cassandra’s assessment made him inwardly vigilant:

"The Sun Flame Dragon went entirely extinct at the close of the Second Era, and records concerning it are exceedingly rare."

Sensing Ron’s tension, she gestured for him to remain at ease:

"I have no interest in the origins of your bloodline; everyone holds onto their little secrets. My point concerns a different matter."

"Possessing an overly rare bloodline is not always an advantage." Her tone carried a subtle warning:

"Rarity implies a lack of case studies, which only multiplies the difficulties involved in atavism and purification."

"The Sun Flame Dragon bloodline serves as a prime example. The absence of research makes finding a viable atavism strategy quite daunting. At times, seeking substitute bloodlines with analogous properties is the wiser course of action."

This rang true, as Ron had faced significant obstacles regarding his bloodlines ever since his Breathing Technique reached the fourth stage.

"Furthermore, there is something vital I must remind you of."

Cassandra’s demeanor suddenly grew solemn:

"I am set to depart from the Main World once more for another Otherworld expedition, a journey anticipated to last a considerable duration."

Her expression darkened:

"During my absence, you must exercise extreme caution at the Abyssal Observation Station.

I can sense that ancient presences within the Abyss are stirring, and they have developed a peculiar interest in you."

"That throne seed is a clear omen." Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper:

"The Supreme Apostles have taken note of your existence, which presents both a rare opportunity and an immense peril."

Ron nodded in acknowledgment, though his mind raced with the implications of this danger.

"While Professor Yutel and other safeguards exist, no protection is entirely foolproof against entities of that caliber."

Cassandra’s caution only deepened the solemn atmosphere of the room:

"Never forget, the fundamental rule of survival within the Abyss is to never underestimate the prevailing danger."

She stood up, preparing for her departure:

"These experimental findings should prove invaluable to your research. I look forward to seeing what you manifest."

"Additionally..." she turned her gaze toward the frightened Eve:

"Try to curb those tender emotions, my dear. In this world, useless sympathy is often a fatal flaw."