Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 732 - 339: Fusion and Transformation

The individual who spoke was none other than an acquaintance—Miller Blake, the former captain of that exploration squad.

He possessed the classic markings of an explorer:

His frame was powerful and muscular, his skin had turned coarse from his prolonged time in the Abyssal environment, and faint scaling marks were etched onto his right arm.

Unlike the reserved and detached nature typical of the researchers, his manner was remarkably straightforward.

"Wizard Ralph!" Miller approached with a wide, beaming smile.

"I heard you have been named the deputy for the New Star Plan? By the gods, that is truly incredible!"

His boisterous energy captured the attention of the surrounding researchers, though Miller clearly remained indifferent to their judging stares.

"I have stated all along that a genius like yourself would eventually receive the recognition you deserve from the superiors!"

Miller continued in a tone thick with sycophancy:

"Just look at you now—you have become a direct subordinate of the Cassandra Tower Master!"

Though Ron felt a hint of unease at the remark, he chose to remain silent.

Tailing behind Miller were several of his team members, all wearing similarly obsequious grins.

While these explorers might lack the intricate intellectual depth of the researchers, their instincts regarding power were incredibly keen.

"On that subject," Miller said, leaning in as his eyes brimmed with expectation,

"given your current station, you must have access to... higher-level intelligence, right? Specifically regarding the interdimensional expedition plans?"

The question caused the surrounding air to grow heavy with nuance.

Even those preoccupied with their own duties couldn't help but lean in and listen.

"I have heard that the Lord Tower Master has recently seized several worlds, reaping immense rewards,"

offered one of Miller’s subordinates, a middle-aged man with distinctive burn scars tracing his left cheek.

"Is there any chance for those of us at the Silver Ring Level to get involved? Even if it is only for logistics!"

"Exactly!" another team member chimed in.

"While we may not possess top-tier strength, we are seasoned veterans and entirely obedient! If Wizard Ralph could merely put in a favorable word for us with the Tower Master..."

Ron observed the desperate longing in their eyes and understood their plight.

These explorers had languished at the edge of the Abyss for far too long, their physical and mental resilience pushed to the brink.

Without a way to secure more power and resources, they were destined to eventually serve as fuel for the Abyss itself.

The interdimensional conquest was not just a display of extreme risk; it represented a life-changing opportunity.

The exquisite resources of those Otherworlds were sufficient to grant any participant a qualitative breakthrough in their path.

"I regret that I must disappoint you," Ron said, his delivery calm and forthright.

"The baseline requirement for these expeditions is currently the Moon Level; anything less would fail to withstand the intense energy fluctuations during cross-realm transit."

While the news visibly deflated the group, he quickly added:

"However, I understand the Conquest Faction is currently innovating new technologies to allow those at the Morning Star Level to safely handle cross-realm teleportation.

Should they succeed, there may well be an opportunity for you all in the future."

The revelation instantly reignited the flickers of hope within the explorers.

Miller’s eyes brightened. "Is that the truth? How long until that becomes possible?"

"The exact schedule is unclear, but it shouldn't be too far off," Ron replied.

"After all, the desire for large-scale conquest necessitates a greater influx of manpower."

"That is magnificent news!" Miller roared, pumping his fist.

"Wizard Ralph, you are truly our benefactor! Armed with this knowledge, we can start our preparations early!"

The remaining explorers offered their heartfelt thanks, their relief and gratitude entirely genuine.

In a world where information is rarely shared equally, the value of timely and accurate intel often outstrips gold.

"One more thing," Miller added, suddenly recalling a detail.

"If you ever require field research in the Abyss, be certain to seek us out!

I personally guarantee you our finest pricing and the highest caliber of service!"

"Indeed!" the rest of the team echoed.

"We would gladly offer a thirty percent discount! No, fifty! Just name the terms, and we are yours to command!"

The blatant display of favor-seeking drew complicated expressions from the nearby researchers.

Though they likely harbored similar desires, their academic pride kept them from being so overt.

"I will keep it in mind," Ron replied with a nod, offering no firm pledge.

The brief interaction spoke volumes about the shifting dynamics within the observatory.

Power operates much like a mirror.

It unmasks the true intentions of everyone around, whether they are driven by fear or the allure of benefits.

A young assistant researcher then approached, his voice laced with evident apprehension:

"Wizard Ralph, your private laboratory has been prepared.

It is situated on the Seventh Floor of Zone C, where security measures are stronger and the equipment is state-of-the-art."

"I appreciate that," Ron stated, grabbing his briefcase, and proceeding toward the lab.

Once he had exited, the researchers began to whisper among themselves:

"I never imagined his influence would grow this rapidly..."

"Being the deputy of the New Star Plan is a direct line to the heart of the Tower Master..."

"We shall need to be far more careful with how we address him from now on; it's impossible to know what might be reported..."

"I heard he no longer requires our department's recommendations for projects; he has been granted independent authority..."

"Miller and his crew were certainly clever; they know exactly how to secure their future..."

.........

As the elevator began its slow ascent, Ron watched the complex biological pipelines of the observatory through the transparent glass.

Fluids of varying hues coursed through the conduits.

Some were nutrient supplies, others were waste byproduct, and many were the specialized hormones required to keep the very architecture of the building alive.