Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 760 - 348: Storm Messenger

The Abyssal Observation Station's atmosphere remains perpetually unsettled.

Faint pulsing noises emanate from the living stone walls when unobserved, akin to the respiration of a colossal beast.

Disinfectant scents mingle with an elusive corrosive tang in the air.

Ron sits in profound meditation. The Star Eater’s Ravings forges a delicate link between his mind and remote stars.

A intricate web of lights weaves together from the resonance of the Hermit Star and Scholar Star within his consciousness.

Each inhalation draws slender threads of magic power into the network.

"Gurgle..."

A subtle watery noise disrupts his trance.

This isn't mere water flow; it's a profound echo, like an ancient ocean's summons.

Ron gradually opens his eyes, spotting the odd shifts in the lab right away.

An unprecedented soft blue glow radiates from the corner's crystal pool, pulsing with vital rhythm.

Heartbeat-like ripples spread across the pool's surface.

Even more striking, the air's humidity has surged.

In the station's formerly arid setting, the distinct salty ocean aroma and tidal moisture now linger.

"Master..."

A melodic feminine voice emerges from the crystal pool's direction.

It holds the drowsiness of fresh awakening, laced with faint shyness.

Ron turns, startled by the metamorphosis.

She's no longer the pure Little Sea Siren he remembers.

Dale rises slowly from the water, her silver locks flowing like liquid over her shoulders.

Beneath the magic crystal lamp's light, every hair gleams with pearl-like sheen, as if crafted from solidified moonlight.

Her features have lost all childish innocence, revealing the seductive allure of a mature Sea Siren.

"Have I slept for a long time?"

The Sea Demon Girl murmurs softly, her tone carrying an odd melodic cadence.

Each word sends ripples across the water, echoing like far-off sea chants.

"More than three months."

Ron's tone stays composed and even, though satisfaction gleams in his gaze:

"It seems the transformative effect has exceeded expectations."

[Dale

Bloodline Purity: Golden Ring 97% (Approaching the next tier)

Status: Good, slightly hungry

Special Talent:

Big Eater (Second-tier talent, the more nutrients consumed, the higher the growth rate and potential cap; otherwise, growth is suppressed)

Potential Assessment: Fully developed, with adequate nutrient intake, there is a significant possibility of advancing to the Quasi-Star Ring bloodline level]

He scrutinizes the alterations in Dale’s form closely.

Every silver-blue scale resembles a vibrant gem, shimmering subtly with her breaths.

Most breathtaking are her rear fins.

Semi-transparent wings unfurl from them, rippling with aurora hues.

The slightest motion produces stunning plays of light and shadow.

"Master..."

Dale attempts to step from the pool, her motions awkward from the bodily shifts.

Ron approaches the pool's edge.

"Slow down, your body needs to adjust."

He offers his hand; her fingers feel supple and slick, typical of sea life.

Once fully emerged, her form seamlessly becomes human, with sleek, elongated legs.

"Thank you..."

Dale whispers, her voice a fragile buzz, cheeks tinting with blush.

Only then does she sense the touch from her master and her own transformations.

Ron detects her nuanced feelings and replies plainly:

"Bloodline awakening usually brings both physical and mental changes. How do you feel now?"

This clinical demeanor evokes a strange emptiness in Dale’s heart.

She wished for greater... focus on her changes from her master.

Yet logic reminds her such hopes are misguided.

"I feel... very different."

Dale composes herself, aiming for mature dialogue with her master:

"It’s not just a change in appearance. I can feel an ancient power flowing within me."

She reaches out, gently stroking the air.

Suddenly, lab air swirls in rhythmic patterns, birthing a visible vortex.

At the same time, under instinctive control, pool water lifts, shaping into a flawless airborne orb.

"The bloodline of the Primordial Sea... and the blessing of the Light Wind."

Dale murmurs, eyes holding profound depth:

"In those dream realms, I saw the origin of the Sea Siren clan, and the ancient covenant between us and the sea and storms."

Her voice turns more otherworldly:

"Now I can establish a psychic bond with all aquatic creatures, and in watery environments, they will all become my companions."

As words flow, she flicks her hand, reshaping the hovering water.

It first forms a nimble swimming fish, darting through the air;

Next, a jellyfish with elegant tentacles;

Finally, a tiny sea dragon, startlingly realistic.

This skill's utility shines, particularly for reconnaissance.

"Is there anything else?"

Ron asks with a researcher's keen interest.

His engaged tone sparks quiet delight in Dale.

Though not the deep regard she craves, her master at least values her worth.