Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 751 - 345: Retrospect_2

A myriad of diverse bloodline factors churned furiously inside the sword's form, consuming, merging, and dividing each other, building a turbulent but vibrant ecosystem.

"In the first ten years, Marca wielded this sword with utter invincibility."

Uther pressed on with the heartbreaking tale:

"With each fight, his strength surged, and his bloodline powers diversified further. Yet starting from the eleventh year, faint shifts in his human nature emerged."

"Initially, it manifested as an altered hunger. Marca started yearning for uncooked meat, particularly from magic-infused monster flesh."

The elderly professor's voice turned graver:

"Next, his mentality warped; he began seeing every living being as mere 'bloodline resources,' even his old allies and companions."

"In the end, Marca fully shed his humanity, transforming into a beast driven solely by killing and consumption."

Uther let out a heavy sigh:

"Despite acquiring unmatched might, he ceased to be 'Marca,' reduced instead to a marionette under the 'Blood Drinker' will."

This fate evoked Ron's own experiments in bloodline adjustment.

Though perpetually vigilant, he had been steadily attempting to blend various bloodline factors.

Marca's downfall served as a stark reminder to stay alert against those alluring yet perilous shortcuts to power.

"It looks like you gather these swords not just to honor the past, but to caution those who come after."

Ron observed, his words laced with profound emotion.

"Precisely."

Uther's spectral form gave a faint nod:

"Power holds no inherent good or evil; rather, the path to attaining it shapes one's final fate.

Every sword embodies the ultimate extreme of a certain road, alongside a harsh lesson from defeat."

Having finished, the veteran professor drifted toward the collection room's innermost depths.

That zone stood apart from the rest, radiating a stifling grandeur through the atmosphere, where time appeared to crawl.

"Lastly, I wish to reveal..."

Uther halted before a unique pedestal, his voice turning profoundly grave:

"The enigmatic blade I unearthed from the abyss's lowest depths."

Ron raised his gaze, instantly awestruck by the spectacle.

A longsword lay fully wrapped in dark chains, hovering midair within a custom sealing formation.

Those chains weren't mere metal; they formed from a vital material, dark crimson fluid coursing over their surface akin to blood.

Even more disturbing stood the faint warping of space encircling the sword.

Reality seemed to waver unstably near it, forever teetering on the brink of ripping into irreparable tears.

"This sword..."

A quiver laced Uther's words:

"I found it inside a ruined temple.

Thirteen distinct seal layers restrained it, each from sealing arts of varied ages."

Ron refrained from rashly probing it, aware that such recklessness spelled certain doom given its essence.

"With my power, I've managed to undo just seven seals."

Uther confessed openly:

"Upon partial release, I detected a certain... incomprehensible will dwelling inside the sword."

The professor's phantom paced before the blade, its silver luminescence casting ghostly gleams across the twisted void:

"This fragment of awareness reaches a tier that could eclipse a typical apostle. Simply being there, it warps the fabric of nearby reality."

"What origin do you suspect for this sword?"

Ron inquired warily, struggling to quell the dread stirred by "Extraordinary Recognition."

Uther stayed quiet for ages, his projection fading further:

"The deeper the knowledge, the greater the peril. This sword's realm exceeds what you ought to face now."

He faced Ron, tone brimming with stern caution:

"I retrieved it specially from the seal vault just to display it, so you'd grasp... This world harbors powers beyond our grasp and unfit for our grasp.

At times, modesty and awe outweigh bravery and intellect."

Ron nodded comprehendingly, realizing his present strength made tangling with such beings pure catastrophe.

With the tour wrapped up, Uther regarded him once more, eyes gleaming with anticipation:

"Your ’Historical Research’ prowess has advanced notably, and I detect that singular sensing gift in you."

The elder scholar pondered:

"Care to employ your abilities on these Master Swords? Naturally, steer clear of the sealed one entirely, though the rest are fair game."

The proposal sent Ron's pulse pounding.

His historical research talent allowed reviving memory shards from these Master Swords' past wielders, letting him relive the clashes of those fabled magic swordsmen up close.

"These blades hold remnants of their masters' memories from their final moments, and your talent might revive those pivotal scenes."

Uther added:

"Beyond grasping their pasts, crucially, you'll absorb the fighting techniques and forging mastery of bygone magic swordsmen."

"An irreplaceable chance."

Ron voiced his eagerness plainly:

"Reliving ancient magic swordsmen's duels directly and grasping their skill cores would immensely boost my studies."

"I guarantee your protection."

Uther vowed:

"Should anything go awry, I'll sever the link at once by force.

Furthermore, my void remnant core rests at the heart of the observatory, ready to unleash the ultimate shield."

Guided by Uther, Ron downed a vial of "Spiritual Stabilizer" first.