Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 729 - 338: Star Power of Influence

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Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Ron undergoes a harrowing psychological trial, forcing himself to suppress his empathy while witnessing the brutal, data-driven experiments of an ancient alchemist. By maintaining cold rationality, he successfully unlocks the Scholar Star, gaining enhanced intellect and the power to perceive the future through Astrology. Armed with these new abilities and the concept of Starlight Runes, he prepares for his return to the Abyssal Observation Station.

Emerging from his meditation, Ron slowly flickered his eyes open, savoring the tranquil circulation of star energy within his frame.

With the ignition of the Scholar Star, he was granted an extraordinary gift for synthesizing knowledge, which provided a far more lucid perspective regarding his future trajectory.

"The requirements for ascending to an Astrologer..." he whispered, his fingers grazing the aged star chart resting upon his desk while his brow furrowed in contemplation.

To transition into an Astrologer, one requires more than a Skilled Level of expertise in astrology; it necessitates the successful execution of an exhaustive "star observation ritual."

Unquestionably, this remains a process of immense complexity and peril.

The ritual demands specific stellar alignments and a vast array of rare components, ranging from Star Crystals and Starstone to a vital Space Stabilizer.

Furthermore, the practitioner’s consciousness is projected into the abyssal depths of the starry sea during this rite, establishing a direct link with the ancient entities dwelling amongst the stars.

"Such danger at this threshold..." Ron recalled the crushing mental burden experienced while communing with the King of Illusions, and his heart tightened with extreme vigilance:

"Even those who have attained the level of a Wizard King must treat high-dimensional entities with the utmost caution.

An impulsive attempt at the star observation ritual might invite perilous attention."

Rising to his feet, he paced toward the window, fixing his gaze upon the rhythmic flickering of the constellations hung in the night sky.

Behind every shimmering light, an unfathomable consciousness might lay in wait.

Essentially, the ritual of becoming an Astrologer is a deliberate beckoning for these entities to bridge the distance.

"I ought to delay my decision until I return to the observation station and secure Professor Yutel’s counsel." He decided on a cautious course of action:

"As a Mystic Scholar, the professor undoubtedly possesses a more profound grasp of such hazardous rites."

Moreover, the logistics of gathering the necessary ritual materials are dauntingly tedious.

For the Star Crystals alone, he must hunt down seven distinct gems matching specific constellations, each of which commands a significant price.

Compounding this is the prerequisite for designing auxiliary gadgets to stabilize a spatial field; the blueprints alone represent months of painstaking study.

He determined he must prepare for his return to the observation station by the coming day.

The atmosphere there is uniquely sensitive; performing the ritual within those grounds would be overly hazardous and would more readily lure the gaze of dark entities from the abyss.

"A gradual ascent is the wisest path." Ron solidified his resolution:

"I shall first solidify my existing proficiency and profession before seeking breakthroughs at a higher tier."

The following morning, within the halls of the Academic Affairs Office, Victor, the individual tasked with overseeing course logistics, was preoccupied with organizing the monthly teaching calendar.

He possessed a thin, fragile frame, and his eyes appeared sunken, burdened by the weariness of endless administrative paperwork.

As Ron stepped into the room, Victor glanced up, his eyes betraying a nervous flicker.

Serving as a deputy for the New Star Plan, the ordinary staff member constantly struggled under the weight of immense pressure.

"Lecturer Ralph, is there some matter you require assistance with?"

Victor’s voice carried a subtle tremor, and the quill he held trembled involuntarily in his fingers.

"I must revise my course arrangements." Ron declared plainly:

"Convert the current standard curriculum into monthly High Tier courses, limiting them to one week per month while escalating both the depth of content and the tuition correspondingly."

Victor froze, his grip on the quill finally steadying:

"You mean to say... once a month, and at a higher rate? To what degree?"

"Threefold," Ron retorted with composure.

"Three times the cost?!" Victor’s volume spiked, drawing the curious gazes of his fellow office staff:

"Lecturer Ralph, are you certain this is your intention? This price tag... it may well stifle the students' motivation to sign up."

He ventured a cautious explanation:

"Your current fees already exceed those of your peers, and at three times the standard... that would amount to 300 Magic Stone Fragments for a single unit.

Such a sum rivals the fees of senior lecturers and approaches the pricing of associate professors."

The administrative staff member managing finances chimed in:

"What’s more, academic data indicates that every 50% hike in cost correlates to a 30% dip in potential enrollment. If you hike it up by three hundred percent..."

She left the sentence trailing, though her disapproval was vivid.

She clearly viewed Ron’s fiscal strategy as reckless, fearing he would soon face empty classrooms.

"The caliber and value of the material will rise in tandem." Ron remained unflappable:

"Students who invest in premium education are universally the most dedicated. A natural screening process benefits all involved."

Victor, brow furrowed, hastily calculated the potential repercussions:

"Lecturer Ralph, might I suggest a more measured pace?

A 50% increase would allow us to gauge student response before committing to more drastic changes..."

Another veteran staff member nodded in agreement.

Clearly, these administrators felt Ron’s market outlook was dangerously idealistic.

"Your trepidations are noted," Ron stated, his voice remaining unruffled:

"However, I possess absolute faith in the worth of my lectures; should the enrollment numbers prove insufficient, the deficit will be mine alone to bear."

Seeing his unwavering stance, Victor and his companions sighed, concluding that further persuasion would be futile.

"Very well... if you insist, we have no grounds for objection."

Victor conceded, though he felt duty-bound to raise one final detail:

"Nevertheless, as these are classified as advanced sessions, you will require superior teaching materials, which will incur additional site rental costs..."

"Acceptable. Simply forward the ledger to me."

Victor and the surrounding staff exchanged doubtful looks.