Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 744 - 343: Remote AFK

Deep within the vaults of the treasury, Nari was caught in the most nerve-wracking yet euphoric moment of its long existence. It hand-picked a recently deceased Corrosion Sea Serpent from its massive collection of prey. This creature of the Abyss possessed a rather mild form of energy, and its carcass remained brimming with potent Abyssal Essence.

"This should work perfectly."

Nari scrutinized the serpent’s remains with great care, checking to ensure there were no traces of volatile or frenzied energy. "Delicate, unadulterated, and packed with nutrients... it's just like the first nourishment given to a newborn."

With deliberate caution, it positioned the corpse beside the puppet, then stared on with a mix of intense anxiety and hopeful anticipation. "Eat up, my darling. This is the very best Abyssal Essence I could find."

Nari’s voice resonated with a tender devotion, mirroring a mother coaxing her child to partake in a meal. "This will surely make you grow strong and healthy."

Initially, the puppet remained motionless, nestled quietly within its makeshift cot. Nari’s enormous eyes filled with fretful concern. "Does it not please you? Is it perhaps too difficult to consume?"

Just as it prepared to whisk the offering away, a miracle unfolded. Dainty rune circuits began to manifest across the surface of the puppet. The dormant energy channels flickered to life, radiating a soft yet persistent luminosity.

Functioning like an intricate digestive, those rune circuits sprouted countless thin, hair-like energy tendrils that reached greedily toward the serpent’s body. "It's eating! It is finally feeding!"

Nari trembled in a fit of excitement, its tendrils dancing erratically in the dark air. "My precious darling is eating!"

The feed process of the puppet was marked by a strange, orderly structure, standing in stark contrast to the typical, chaotic nature of Abyss Erosion. These energy filaments dismantled the serpent with surgical precision, harvesting the valuable essence while casting aside the worthless waste. Every maneuver felt like a calculated chemical analysis, executed with painstaking detail.

As the consumption intensified, the puppet’s internal charging progress climbed, releasing increasingly potent waves of Favor. This energy, akin to a gentle morning breeze, smoothed the jagged edges of Nari’s frantic consciousness.

"This sensation..." Nari absorbed the feedback from the puppet, feeling yet another minor consciousness node snap into stability. "So warm... so divine... it feels exactly like returning to Mother’s embrace."

The colossal creature began to writhe throughout the treasury, its limbs flailing as it lost its composure, acting exactly like a toddler rewarded with a treat. "It succeeded! It actually worked! I finally have a child of my own!"

Nari had never before experienced the profound satisfaction and joy of being a 'Mother.' Observing the puppet quietly continue its meal, the monster felt an unprecedented wave of contentment. It was not the hollow thrill of victory or the surge of newfound power, but rather a pure, poignant sense of belonging and being needed.

"I shall prepare even more delights for you." Nari began to devise a more varied 'menu.' "Sea serpents are quite repetitive; perhaps there is Abyssal Jellyfish, Corrosion Vines, or Nightmare Spider Silk... all of which offer unique nutritional profiles."

Much like a new mother fretting over a child’s dietary needs, it meticulously calculated the balance of its future offerings. "It cannot be too simple; the nutrition must be balanced and easy to process..."

From this moment forward, Nari’s life had found a newfound purpose. It was no longer merely a solitary, ancient horror guarding its hoarded treasures; it had become a 'Mother' burdened with duty and expectation. Although this bond might appear grotesque to others, for Nari, it was the most treasured experience of its eternal life. Even the surrounding treasures seemed to mirror their guardian’s delight: glowing soul scraps pulsed with rhythmic life, and the beating heart nearby quickened its pace. The entire chamber was bathed in this cozy, domestic warmth.

Deep within the Sea of Darkness, an ancient monster was undergoing the training to become a proper 'Mother.' Meanwhile, in a distant scouting outpost, a young Wizard was striving toward peak power through the path of Cultivation. These two seemingly unrelated destinies were now tethered by a singular, faint thread of awareness.

.........

Inside the laboratory during the dead of night, the flickers of a Magic Crystal Lamp cast a haunting glow over yellowed parchment. The binding of these papers was highly unusual, with every page stitched together using a living fiber known as 'Memory Silk.' As Ron flipped through the pages, these fibers shifted slightly, as if they were feeding on the reader's own mental energy.

He furrowed his brow, realizing that the ink shifted in tone depending on his depth of comprehension. When he concentrated intensely, the relevant passages grew bold and clear; when curiosity struck, supplemental annotations would sprout, offering guidance. This 'living tome' was an early project of Cassandra.

It was designed to resonate with the reader's spirit, providing an experience tailored specifically to their needs. "The significance of research ethics cannot be overstated; we must ensure all Bloodline Modulation is conducted only with the subject’s explicit informed consent..."

"A true scholar must prioritize the minimization of pain over all else; our duty is not to expand suffering."

"If our research fails to improve the world, then even the most profound knowledge holds no value..."

As Ron dove further into these texts, he chanced upon a jarring detail. The altruistic, idealistic prose would occasionally 'twitch' before his keen spiritual perception, briefly revealing the original, underlying script: "Whether or not a subject provides consent is entirely irrelevant to the scientific yield of the experiment..."