Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 734 - 339: Fusion and Transformation (3)

"The existing order faces dissolution, yet a new structure remains unformed. Throughout this epoch of shifts, every individual must reevaluate their standing."

"However, witnessing the steady advancement of youth like you restores a measure of hope within me."

Uther regained his characteristic composure without delay:

"Brief me on your latest research findings. I gather you are investigating that... active demon sword fabrication technique?"

Ron began to weigh his words with care:

"Indeed, I am pursuing several experiments in that domain."

He drew a blueprint from beneath his crafting table:

"The core design utilizes Soul Steel as the foundational medium, imbuing it with intelligent properties, and managing it through an intricate network of runes.

Theoretically, this allows for physical metamorphosis, adjustment of attributes, and even the capacity for independent learning.

Naturally, the most critical hurdles are the extraction and sequestration of corruption, which present a major technical challenge."

"Beyond that, the issue of pollution transfer remains," he continued.

"In theory, the weapon could absorb a portion of the user’s contamination burden.

Yet, preventing the weapon itself from succumbing to complete corruption demands exceptionally complex rune integration and advanced material science."

Uther examined the sketch with a look of deep concentration.

After a protracted silence, he offered a slow nod:

"The concept is undeniably brilliant, but regarding the technicalities of forging, alchemy lies outside my expertise, and I cannot provide specific guidance.

Still, judging by your demeanor, it appears you have encountered a bottleneck?"

"That is precisely the case."

Ron conceded with honesty:

"The primary obstacle stems from the fundamental discord between activity and stability.

Increasing activity inherently induces instability; conversely, prioritizing stability severely hinders intelligent performance. This dilemma is quite challenging to reconcile."

Uther let out a dry, wry chuckle and waved his hand:

"To be frank, it seems you desire this magic sword to encapsulate every complex function, which naturally invites significant difficulty."

His tone then shifted to one of encouragement:

"Nonetheless, it is an endeavor worth undertaking. Even the creation of a mere prototype for such a versatile weapon would yield you immense benefits."

With a gesture, he projected images of various magic swords into the air:

"I possess several master swords that have outlived their original wielders. Though their masters have long since faded into history, the blades remain remarkably pristine."

The elderly professor’s tone grew somewhat mysterious:

"Each of these blades carries its own unique history. Some were abandoned during Abyss expeditions, others were left behind during the Wizard War. They should prove quite insightful for your cause."

"Moreover, should your research attain a certain milestone, I have the authority to grant you access to the 'Throne Seed' under strictly monitored conditions."

This promise caused Ron’s heart to skip a beat.

"Of course," Uther added with a cautionary edge:

"Interaction with the Throne Seed must occur under my direct supervision, and the duration must be strictly limited.

The magnitude of that authority is excessive for your current level, and the slightest error could result in you being utterly consumed."

Ron nodded in acknowledgment; clearly, he would avoid any rash behavior.

"I shall give your advice the weight it deserves," he said sincerely:

"The study of the active demon sword genuinely requires broader reference material. Observing the craftsmanship of those master blades would surely bolster my efforts."

"Excellent." Uther nodded with satisfaction:

"I will coordinate a suitable interval for you to engage with those archaic weapons.

But bear in mind, every master blade has shared life and death with its owner.

Even with the masters gone, the swords contain lingering remnants of will, so approach them with extreme caution."

He paused, a glimmer of insight appearing in his silver eyes:

"In fact, I perceive a singular theme in your design—that of fusion and transformation."

This observation invigorated Ron.

Previously, he had not considered these matters from such a perspective, consistently handling each research track as a solitary project.

"You mean to imply..."

"Perhaps consider the active demon sword as a holistic experimental platform, advancing the 'Three-in-One' concept concurrently with your other research ventures."

Uther’s advice felt like a revelation:

"Technological breakthroughs in one area often provide the catalyst for others. This synergistic approach to research is precisely how the alchemists of old achieved such wonders."

"Indeed, that is a profound perspective."

Ron thoughtfully mulled over the suggestion, beginning to devise a concrete execution strategy in his mind:

"I have been treating my research fields as parallel tracks, neglecting the potential for deep intersection. If I could bridge these points..."

"The long-term habit of working in isolation often traps the intellect within a self-imposed cage."

Uther smiled with the gentle kindness of an elder:

"Seek more interaction with your peers, maintain an unrestricted mind, and permit no preconceived constraints to narrow your thinking."

As the conversation reached its conclusion, Ron recalled another vital matter:

"I would value your expert input regarding the astrologer's star observation rite.

Recent studies into astrology have hit a pivotal point, yet the hazards associated with such a ceremony remain..."

Uther’s expression deepened into gravity:

"The star observation rite is an immensely delicate procedure, especially given your heightened level of inspiration."

The professor’s projection drifted closer, his voice laced with palpable concern:

"Allen has indicated to me that your intuitive sensitivity has reached a hazardous threshold.

While this gift proves vital for your comprehension, perception, and the development of magic power constructs, it simultaneously exposes you to the gaze of... far more formidable entities when you peers into the heavens."

Ron nodded in solemn agreement:

"During my time as an apprentice, I frequently skirted the brink of spiritual contamination for those very reasons.

That sensation... even now, the memory chills me to the marrow."

"For that reason, I strongly advise conducting the rite within the observatory itself."

Uther’s proposition surprised Ron:

"We have established multiple layers of isolation barriers, supplemented by my void core, which remains anchored deep within the structure for sustained stabilization."

The professor sounded increasingly firm:

"Furthermore, following Cassandra’s recent departure, the ancient wills lurking in the Abyss are unlikely to dare any provocative actions.

This window of time provides the optimal environment for such a precarious ritual."

Ron activated his newly acquired 'Foreseeing Star' trait, extending his consciousness like fine filaments toward the distant expanse of the heavens.

Within this heightened perception, the trajectories of stellar movements for the immediate future clarified.

The relative alignments of various celestial bodies behaved like a complex system of clockwork, where the smallest shift could precipitate radically different consequences.

"The third day of next week."

Having completed his rigorous calculations, he reached his conclusion:

"That windows represents a relatively tranquil period, offering the minimum interference from negative forces."

"Excellent; it appears your expertise in astrology has truly undergone a significant advancement."

Uther nodded with approval, the radiance dimming slightly as his projection grew softer:

"At that time, I shall arrive to provide the necessary defensive shielding, ensuring the ritual proceeds with maximal safety.

While total immunity to risk is impossible, we shall certainly minimize the danger to the greatest extent possible."

Ron opened his mouth to voice his gratitude.

Before he could utter a word, Uther’s void projection began to fade with remarkable speed.

As the silvery light receded like an ebbing tide, one final, poignant remark echoed through the chamber:

"Never forget, every increment in your power provides true solace to those of us who have walked the path before you.

In this era of deepening gloom, hope remains our most vital asset."

The illusion vanished entirely, returning the laboratory to stillness.

He studied the empty space left by Uther’s departure.

The motivations behind this assistance might be multifaceted, but its value remained indisputable.

Yet, the hour had arrived to awaken something he had neglected for far too long.

Ron lowered himself onto the rune-etched meditation chair within the lab.

As he lowered his eyelids, his consciousness stretched out like invisible threads toward the bottomless depths of the abyss.