Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 757 - 347: How Could a Sword Be Such a Cumbersome Thing!

Within the central lab of the Abyssal Observation Station, shadows twisted wildly under the glow from the Magic Crystal Lamp across those strange living stones.

Ron gently spread out the thick research tome on the lab table.

Intricate rune patterns and elaborate derivations sprawled like tangled webs.

"Professor, here are the outcomes from my latest studies."

He watched the projection's response with keen attention.

Ultimately, success of his forthcoming schemes hinged on this person's consent:

"It's an adaptable training framework blending various fields, potentially revolutionizing Abyss delves."

Has this young one grown overly hasty lately...

Uther mused inwardly as his silver gaze swept over the charts in standard fashion.

Yet shortly after, a faint shift appeared in his demeanor.

"This energy loop design..."

Surprise crept into the elder professor's tone while the projection halted at a notably intricate blueprint:

"How on earth did you address the clash between differing energy types? Such fusion levels ought to, in theory..."

Deeper into the analysis he went, and Uther's face grew sterner by the moment.

"Consciousness weaving tech, virtual realm building, stacked reality layers..."

His tone deepened progressively, resonating like whispers from the Abyss depths:

"Ron, are you aware of what you're proposing here?"

The professor's holographic form paced restlessly through the lab, scattering silvery gleams on the warped surfaces:

"Tech like this for bending reality ventures into forbidden territories... ones we shouldn't tamper with lightly."

"What are you saying?"

Ron held his usual composure, eyes alight solely with scholarly hunger:

"Technically speaking, these concepts rest on firm theoretical grounds."

For ages Uther stayed quiet, his image fading further into haze.

Finally speaking anew, his words brimmed with grave concern:

"Long ago, an alien race called the 'Dream Weavers' soared to peaks in virtual reality mastery beyond imagination."

Depth filled the old professor's gaze, as though peering into history's endless flow:

"They forged simulated realms identical to the real, letting souls live out any fantasy life. Ultimately..."

"That society's end wasn't pretty, was it..."

"Correct, they all chose to retreat en masse into digital havens."

Uther spoke in deathly murmurs:

"As all drowned in flawless fantasies, real-world supports crumbled. Trillions of minds vanished in overload, wiping the civilization into oblivion."

He halted, silver eyes locking onto Ron:

"Yet the real horror lies not in mishaps, but in ancient powers that enforce corrections against such unnatural extremes."

Ron's core stirred at this revelation.

Though echoing tales from the King of Illusions, he acted as if hearing it fresh:

"Active correction?"

"Cosmic laws beyond mortal grasp govern this reality."

Uther's form grew even more spectral:

"No race may stray too far from fate's course. The Dream Weavers' fall mimicked a glitch, yet truly..."

The elder left it unsaid, but the message hung heavy.

Outwardly stunned, Ron inwardly validated the King of Illusions' words.

Then Uther's look started shifting.

Warnings softened into mingled ease and eager hope.

"Still..."

He scrutinized the blueprints once more, voice warming:

"Your approach brims with safeguards. These layered failsafes, contaminant barriers, emergency recalls..."

The professor's hologram glided leisurely about the space, approval coloring his tone:

"Clearly, tech's allure hasn't blinded you. Such prudence evokes memories of... figures from eras past."

Uther paused by the viewport, eyes drawn to the distant Abyss:

"Cassandra unveiled like wonders in her early days. That passion for mysteries, that defiance of limits..."

Emotion thickened his words:

"Yet time carves mercilessly. It births geniuses aplenty, only to watch them falter against might."

"Cassandra once burned with your pure pursuit of truth."

He pivoted toward Ron, silver gaze probing deeply:

"The conquest path mirrors the Abyss' endless void. Gaze into it, and it gazes back."

"Today, she's lost wholly to raids and growth."

Uther's timbre grew somber:

"Endless seizures promise strength, blind to how they stray from true Dao."

The professor's image sharpened, concern etched in his stare:

"True power rejects plunder's frenzy.

The Great Wizard's ascent to Witch King via personal domain demands insight, harmony, fidelity to self."

"Brute domination yields shallow loyalty, never grasping power's heart."

Uther's counsel struck like enlightenment: