Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 741 - 342: Rookie Mom

Ron gradually lifted his eyelids, sensing the final lingering echoes of temporal power deep within his mind.

As the silver pocket watch snapped shut with a crisp click, the fragmented, contaminated memories left by the Apostle were thoroughly purged. However, at the precise moment this temporal force cleansed his awareness, Ron intentionally held back a singular, fragile thread of spirit.

This filament, thinner than a hair, remained buried in the deepest recesses of his purified consciousness.

Like a faint, nearly imperceptible line drifting in an infinite sea, it sustained the most fundamental sensory link to his Stand-In Puppet.

"This connection is too frail to invite significant contamination, yet it remains ready to be severed at any instant."

He calmly weighed the potential risks and rewards: "Much like a vaccination, these controlled attempts at contact will enable my spiritual fabric to grow accustomed to the crushing pressure of the Abyss."

This conclusion was by no means arbitrary.

In the past, Ron had noted that explorers routinely exposed to low levels of Abyssal aura eventually developed far greater resistance than those encountering it for the first time.

While extended exposure inevitably leads to a buildup of corruption, measured, intermittent doses can successfully hone one's spiritual defenses.

Furthermore, the presence of the pocket watch meant he had little reason to fear the accumulation of such contamination.

"Success lies in precision of dosage and intensity."

He evaluated the status of that faint connection: "The goal is to preserve my monitoring capacity without exceeding the threshold of safety."

Through this slender spiritual tether, Ron could vaguely discern the basic conditions surrounding the puppet.

Because the distance was vast, most data was distorted by the chaotic spatial shifts inherent to the Abyss.

Nevertheless, occasional spikes in raw energy were still perceptible.

He had just detected a localized phenomenon of gathering energy.

"It seems the puppet has stumbled into something unusual."

Ron logged this observation within his mind: "I must continue to monitor this, but for now, I will abstain from any direct interference."

At that exact moment, a notification for a visitation request pinged from his laboratory entrance.

He granted access, and the sliding door hissed open to reveal a young assistant.

"Wizard Ralph, I am Sarah. I have been assigned to assist you in navigating the facilities of Zone C."

Sarah, clearly nervous about interacting with a individual of his standing, spoke with a slight tremor in her tone:

"If it suits your schedule, I would be honored to provide a tour of the specialized experimental sector."

"Certainly, thank you kindly," Ron answered with polite formality.

Upon departing the laboratory, Sarah began outlining the administrative protocols of Zone C, her voice adopting a more disciplined, professional edge:

"For the average researcher, the daily regulations are strictly enforced."

She gestured toward a sequence of sensor arrays mounted to the corridor walls:

"All staff are required to submit to a spiritual contamination screening at 8 a.m. and again at 6 p.m. These systems precisely monitor the concentration of Abyssal factors within the mind; any readings exceeding the safe limit will immediately trigger a transfer to the purification chambers."

Ron scrutinized the intricate detection hardware.

Each unit was comprised of multiple rune arrays, capable of auditing one's spiritual health from various perspectives.

"Even the movement of personnel is highly restricted," Sarah continued:

"General researchers are confined to designated zones and must request transit permits whenever they need to relocate. Utilizing experimental materials requires a rigorous three-tiered approval process: initial application, safety assessment, and active usage supervision."

She guided Ron to a workstation, allowing him to peer through an observation port.

A middle-aged researcher was meticulously handling a fragment of Abyss Crystal as several cameras recorded his every move.

Two supervisors stood nearby, ready to intervene at the first sign of trouble.

"Safety protocols dictate that every experiment involving Abyssal matter must be conducted under direct oversight," Sarah clarified: "The researchers are forbidden to operate solo, and all documentation is uploaded instantly to the central database."

This rigid environment stood in stark contrast to the luxuries afforded to Ron.

"As a special appointee of the Tower Master and Professor Yutel, however, you possess a vastly different level of clearance."

Sarah's tone betrayed a hint of jealousy:

"Independent laboratory space, private living quarters, and exemptions from routine inspections, along with priority resource channels... these are benefits typically reserved for high-ranking supervisors."

Once Sarah had shown him to his quarters and departed, Ron began the process of configuring his mobile workshop.

"First, I must neutralize the seal on the compressed space."

He carefully inspected the various rune nodes across the suitcase’s surface:

"This compression relies on the principles of Space Folding, which necessitates a sufficiently stable environment before it can be unfurled."

He triggered the initial unsealing sequence, and the suitcase began to glow with a faint indigo light.

Subtle distortions rippled through the air, as if the very texture of reality were being stretched.

"Energy output is steady, and spatial tension is within the norm."

Upon the release of the second seal, the suitcase underwent a dramatic transformation.

It expanded rapidly in volume as its interior spatial architecture shifted.

The tightly packed tools and equipment unfolded and appeared, almost like blossoms opening.

Alongside these objects, the Tree Spirit was released, immediately setting to work with skilled precision on the instruments.

"The Magic Power circulation is steady, the rune array is secure, and the environmental shielding is holding."

The most arduous task was configuring the security grid.

Ron needed to bridge his workshop's defensive network with the station’s core system while ensuring his own operational independence remained intact.

"This setup also grants you specific command access, allowing you to trigger emergency isolation procedures should any danger arise."