Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 759 - 347: How Could a Sword Be Such an Inconvenient Thing!_3

These invaluable traits are tough to acquire solely through one's own efforts.

"Apostle Nari, truly a devoted mother. Maybe someday, a chance could emerge to orchestrate a grand upheaval against the Abyss via Nari..."

A subtle smile flickered at the edge of Ron's lips.

Of course, the two-way connection guaranteed his dominance over the puppet, yet the precise retrieval method demanded meticulous strategy.

"It's too soon for that."

Ron methodically assessed the present circumstances:

"Allow Nari to keep pouring resources into nurturing the puppet until it hits a pivotal stage. Then..."

While lost in these contemplations, a tempting scent started wafting through the lab.

Ailan employed her special talent skills to convert those perilous Abyss materials into harmless, delectable meals.

"Master, dinner's served."

Pride laced the Tree Spirit's voice:

"Today's dishes feature ingredients exclusive to the outpost. I hope they suit your taste."

Ron approached the dining table, seeing how much care Ailan had invested.

The opener was a soup crafted from "Luminous Fungi."

This glowing mushroom, native to the Abyss's second layer, now gleamed like a starry night after Ailan's careful preparation.

The broth offered a cozy warmth and subtle sweetness, stripped of all original poisons, with a faint aromatic note.

The centerpiece featured refined cuts of "Shadow Scaled Fish."

This Abyss dweller boasted tasty meat naturally, though laced with subtle spirit toxins.

Ailan's expert touch neutralized those poisons via her botanical essence, preserving only the rich taste.

On the plate, the fish slices gleamed like polished obsidian, sliced uniformly, releasing an alluring fragrance.

The highlight was the treat—a mousse from "Mist Sea Fruit."

This odd fruit, exclusive to the Abyss's third level, held gentle hallucinogens in its pulp.

Ailan ingeniously turned them into flavor boosters, lending the dessert a ethereal, translucent allure.

"Ailan, your culinary skills grow ever more impressive."

Ron savored these exotic Abyss treats and offered genuine acclaim:

"Mastering such hazardous Abyss components to perfection qualifies you as a true cooking expert."

"Praise from the master is my highest honor."

Gentle delight filled Ailan's voice:

"Still, Dale would be far more thrilled if she were here. That little glutton always craves novel eats."

Hearing Dale's name, Ron glanced toward the Crystal Pool in the lab's corner.

The young Sea Siren remained in profound metamorphosis, yet her form showed marked evolution.

From a childish girl's build, she had blossomed into the elegant silhouette of a 15- or 16-year-old beauty.

Silver locks drifted like fine threads in the liquid, her features refined to artistic perfection.

Most captivating were her budding feminine contours.

Her bosom now curved youthfully, paired with a slim waist and elongated legs that captured adolescence's unique charm.

Right then, her finned ears quivered faintly, her frame swaying instinctively.

"She clearly caught our chat."

Ron noted these tiny signs and grinned in recognition:

"Assuming my guess holds, tomorrow's awakening will bring a delightful shock."

"For real?"

Ailan eagerly drifted to the pool's rim:

"That's fantastic! I've missed this spirited imp already. The lab's been eerily silent lately—it's unsettling."

Over the meal, Ron refocused on the Active Demon Sword's execution details.

Post-discussion with Uther, his vision for the endeavor sharpened.

"Step one: craft a Magic Power Amplification Crystal."

He mapped the process mentally:

"That 1000 Contribution Points blueprint grants the Magic Sword wand-like powers and, crucially, fuels the puppet's shape-shifting."

"Next, integrate Soul Steel. This metal's moldability and mana flow pair ideally with the puppet's dynamic qualities."

"Timing proves essential."

Ron weighed the options steadily:

"I need to build sufficient power in the puppet and seize a moment for sword forging, preventing its permanent Abyss entrapment."

As these notions engrossed him, a known interface alert whispered in his mind's core:

[Detected unique concept, scanning linked career routes...]

[Found: viable merge potential:

Magic Swordsman (Two and a Half Stars) + Black Wizard (Three Stars) + Demon Hunter Knight (Two and a Half Stars)]

[Crafting merged class: Unnamed Profession (Three and a Half Stars)]

This abrupt data arched Ron's brow faintly.

A Three and a Half Stars class marked a notably elite tier.

Notably, Four Stars aligned with Great Wizard status.

[Unnamed Profession (Three and a Half Stars) advancement criteria:

1. Fulfill all prerequisites for Magic Swordsman, Black Wizard, and Demon Hunter Knight concurrently

2. Possess a dedicated vessel:

Fully powered Stand-In Puppet (Calamity Incarnation form)

Thousand Transformations (isolation function) support

3. Spirit Attribute at 6.0+, Physical Attribute at 5.0+

4. Perform the "Threefold Awakening Ceremony":

Magic Sword Creation (Magic Swordsman)

Pollution Transformation (Black Wizard)

Will Trial (Demon Hunter Knight)

5. Command "Pollution Separation" technique

Traits: Dual Existence, Abyss Adaptation, Calamity Manifestation, Combat Switching]

Reviewing these stipulations, Ron saw he neared fulfillment:

"Magic Swordsman and Black Wizard basics are nearly covered, Demon Hunter Knight done..."

"Spirit 6.0 means surpassing Moonlight Mage. Physical 5.0's trickier—more bloodline grind ahead."

"Core hurdles: ’Pollution Separation’ tech and Threefold Awakening Ceremony."

Sources for that tech stayed vague, but Ron thought of his "Thousand Transformations."

"Historical Research Skills might extract pertinent knowledge from its archives."

The Threefold Awakening Ceremony tied to three classes:

Magic Sword Creation—forge the Active Demon Sword

Pollution Baptism—harness spiritual corruption's curse

Will Trial—shatter inner heart's walls

"These trials, demanding as they are, remain manageable."

Ron gauged success odds coolly:

"Plus, those traits' worth..."

Dual Existence, Abyss Adaptation, Calamity Manifestation, Combat Switching...

Each promised potent battle prowess and endurance edges.

"Should the transfer succeed..."

Excitement welled in Ron's chest, swiftly reined by logic:

"No rushing. All steps demand flawlessness."

In time, myriad routes merge to a supreme domain past all bounds.

Ron eyed the panel showing the nameless elite fusion class, plus Ancient Alchemist and Mystic Scholar cues.

His forthcoming path lay clear...}