Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 746 - 343: Remote AFK (3)

Ron’s attention snapped to the ultimate warning.

Which sort of memory could actually 'infect' the virtual system?

This touched on hazards entirely new to his thinking.

'Building a virtual environment turns out to be way more intricate and risky than I ever pictured.'

Delving further into the document, Ron was stunned to see its technical path perfectly syncing with his 'Three-in-One' system:

Magic Potion Making manages the blending of diverse consciousness stabilizers and perception boosters;

Alchemy crafts the tangible containers and neural links for the virtual space;

Enchantment weaves an elaborate rune grid bridging spirit and substance...

'This fusion concept... feels custom-built for ancient alchemy.'

A subtle clue buried at the document's close truly brought a sly grin to his face.

In the final page's technical specs chart, scrawled in minuscule, barely visible text:

'The observer’s viewpoint shapes reality's depth, while the authentic Creator transcends any one dimension's bounds.

——To the daring successors who venture into the unknown'

Such phrasing matched the King of Illusions' signature style to a tee.

'What a flawless scheme.' Ron muttered under his breath, genuinely awed by this Witch King's cunning ploy.

Right as he lost himself in this invaluable intel, way down in the Abyss Fifth Layer, a strangely tender 'child-nurturing' ritual carried on...

Deep in the Sea of Darkness, Nari’s hoard chamber within the Eye of the Abyss evoked a colossal womb pulsing with cozy life energy.

The 'Brain Jellyfish King’s' membrane shimmered with iridescent sheen.

These layers shifted hues and intensity with Nari’s mood swings.

Currently, they bathed everything in a soft pink radiance, hue of pure maternal warmth.

Nari lounged smack in the chamber's core, its citadel-scale eyes glued to the puppet floating in the bubble.

Every tentacle lay positioned with utmost care, dreading any jolt to its 'little treasure.'

'What feast to whip up for my tiny angel today?'

Across the mind realm, its tone dripped sugary softness like a child's, clashing wildly with its colossal, nightmarish bulk:

'Yesterday’s Corrosion Sea Snake went over big—time for a fresh taste today?'

It rummaged through the stockpile, stocked with neatly lined-up abyssal monster remains.

Each corpse sealed in custom bubbles, locked in death-fresh condition.

'These ’Nightmare Butterfly’ antennae look succulent and nutrient-rich...'

'The ’Blood Tears Flower’ petals pack untainted hopeless essence, perfect for development...'

'This ’Time Domain Bug’ heart will sharpen time-sensing skills...'

Acting the doting new mom pureeing grub for her babe, Nari weighed every pick meticulously.

It started fine-tuning meals by the puppet’s feedback, spotting which bits got the most 'love.'

Finally, it picked a just-killed 'Silent Spider.'

The beast thrived on gulping sound itself, hoarding hefty 'silent essence' inside.

'Open up wide, my sweet, time to dine...'

Nari eased the spider husk close to the bubble, freezing in anticipation.

Seconds ticked by, then the marvel struck once more.

Runes etched on the puppet gleamed alive, motifs throbbing vein-like, pouring out ever-brighter silver brilliance.

With runes firing up, the Silent Spider launched into a methodical, elegant dismantling.

No crude melting or gulping—this was energy reforging brimming with elegant artistry.

Muscle threads sliced with precision, fluids distilled to perfection, bones even morphed into absorbed energy streams.

It played out like witnessing a mesmerizing art piece unfold, gorgeously hypnotic.

'Incredible! Darling’s bulking up some more!'

Nari shuddered in ecstasy, tentacles flailing madly overhead.

It distinctly sensed the puppet’s power surging upward, radiating fiercer favorable auras.

That very surge sparked its thrill, since puppet growth amped the stabilizing boons flowing back to it.

Its nagging mental storms started fading, rogue emotional spikes easing into calm.

For the first time, lasting mental crispness and soul-deep serenity washed over it.

'Ah, so this is the bliss other Apostles savor...'

Nari exhaled blissfully, joyous tears spilling from its gaze.

Out in the wider world, those crystallized tears equaled top-tier Abyssal Essence, each priceless droplet.

'My precious baby, you’re mommy’s ultimate blessing...'

It stroked the bubble tenderly, voice overflowing with motherly devotion:

'Mommy’ll shield you, speed your rise, make you mightier than all monsters...'

At that instant, a vital memory hit Nari.

Abyss lore demanded a 'preheated duel' every few decades.

Apostles unleashed minions in combat to flex might and hype the real throne-scramble wars.

Last one hit over 300 years past; back then, Nari huddled sidelined, green-eyed at rivals' 'masterpieces.'

Fearsome blood clans, fanatical Mutant Werewolves, crafty Dream Spiders... all fueled burning envy.

Yet today...

'Under a year to the next clash...'

Nari tallied with glee, hopeful fire blazing in its massive orbs:

'With darling’s blistering progress, just maybe... I’ll get to compete too!'