Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 755 - 346: The Consequences of Angering "Mother" (Part 3)

"Furthermore, should desperation truly strike... I’ll ensure everyone learns the price of provoking a mother."

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Within the display chamber, following a short respite, Ron shifted his attention to the "Blood Oath," inscribed with the names of his foes.

Beneath the magic crystal lamp, the thickly carved names along the sword hilt gleamed with a sinister crimson light.

Uther’s spectral image wavered faintly:

"The recollections bound to ’Blood Oath’ prove darker and more warped than those of ’Frostbite.’ Morgan’s vengeful existence brims with plots, treachery, and merciless slaughters."

The elderly scholar hesitated, his tone growing graver:

"Steel yourself mentally; a revenger’s inner realm often surpasses the savagery of any warzone."

"I grasp the dangers involved."

Ron affirmed with a nod, activating every mental safeguard in his psyche at once:

"Yet it’s exactly these raw passions that let me grasp the core of will imprinting."

Gradually, he reached out and clasped the hilt of "Blood Oath."

Instantly, a blazing, thick hatred flooded his mind like molten lava.

This wasn’t vague rage, but a refined loathing tempered across years, unyielding and keen like steel forged a thousandfold.

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Darkness cloaked the night like spilled ink, heavy clouds hiding the moon, with only dim starlight scattering over the ground.

Ron became "possessed" in Morgan’s body, instantly feeling the avenger’s bodily condition.

Unlike the burly Adrick, Morgan possessed a slender build.

Nevertheless, each muscle had been honed to perfection, tight and resilient like steel cables.

His features were striking and severe, emerald eyes ablaze with an endless flame of hatred.

Most captivating was his jet-black hair, blending seamlessly into the night breeze like death’s own mantle.

The "Night Wolf" bloodline exerted its potent influence amid the shadows.

Darkness ceased to hinder, becoming instead his greatest companion.

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"Ali... little Tom... I’ll soon come to bring you both home."

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaa..."

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During combat, "Blood Oath" revealed its voracious thirst for blood.

Each time the edge tasted blood, the blade flushed deeper red, boosting Morgan’s power in tandem.

As if endowed with life, the sword steered Morgan toward foes’ vulnerabilities, every strike accurate and lethal.

"Blood Oath" slipped feebly from his grasp, his gaze filled solely with profound void and bewilderment.

"Is this... truly the conclusion?"

The man whispered to himself, voice quaking in utter hopelessness:

"Waldo lies dead... yet Ali and little Tom... they remain forever gone..."

He had thought vengeance would deliver solace, yet Morgan now saw hatred as mere opium to numb the agony briefly.

As adversaries perished, the buried grief and desolation surged back, fiercer than before.

"Why pursue this path? To validate the purpose behind their passing?"

Morgan stared at his gore-covered palms:

"But now... what remains for me?"

He had grown addicted to the thrill of killing.

"Blood Oath"’s bloodlust was quietly reshaping his nature, binding him to brutality.

"Maybe... I ought to hunt down the surviving foes..."

Morgan’s stare grew vacant and menacing:

"Only through fighting do I sense my continued existence..."

The historical vision cut off sharply here, yet Morgan’s ultimate turmoil and corruption etched deeply into Ron’s mind.

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Ron gradually lifted his eyelids, his fingers still clutching "Blood Oath"’s hilt.

Still, his thoughts stayed remarkably serene, untouched deeply by Morgan’s hatred and suffering.

This composure took him aback.

By rights, such fierce emotional onslaught ought to unsettle the soul somewhat.

"An odd response."

Internally, he assessed his condition:

"I comprehend Morgan’s anguish and fury, yet fail to truly share them. This detachment from emotion... boon or curse?"

[Historical Research (Skilled) Experience Points +1]

[Cold Weapon Combat (Skilled) Experience Points +1]

[Hunting Evil (Beginner) Experience Points +1]

[Instinctive Reflex (Beginner) Experience Points +1]

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The profession interface validated this session’s gains.

[Instinctive Reflex]’s experience now sat at 46/50, mere moments from advancing to Skilled.

A few more spars with Aksa and the archived foes in the simulator would suffice for the upgrade.

From Morgan’s fight recollections, Ron absorbed numerous real-world tactics:

Ways to merge with shadows for stealth in gloom;

Methods to discern enemy lineages via their presence;

Techniques for spotting kill points in melee.

"Your capacity to endure stress truly stands out."

Uther had watched the ordeal unfold, his gaze brimming with approval:

"I figured ’Blood Oath’ would deliver a harsh blow to your psyche via Morgan’s torment."

The aged professor’s apparition drifted nearer:

"It shows your willpower has attained elite strength."

Uther pressed on with his breakdown:

"You’ve sifted clean skill data from the emotional torrent; such logical detachment proves priceless for probing relics of old."

"It might stem from my disagreement with Morgan’s path."

Ron admitted openly:

"His suffering makes sense, but making revenge one’s life’s sole aim... feels like squandering existence to me."

"Intriguing viewpoint."

Uther mulled over it deeply: