Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 763 - 349: Three Apostles

"Three, two, one..."

Once the countdown concluded, the neural link started to sever.

Rex's eyelids fluttered faintly, and he gradually opened his eyes.

He rose from the chair, his expression still marked by the fierce battle's thrill.

"Oh my god..."

He swiped the sweat off his brow, his tone laced with astonishment:

"I nearly believed I was truly inside the Abyss... that crushing pressure, terror, and battle-fueled adrenaline... it felt utterly real!"

"Feeling any unease?" Captain Miller approached with worry and inquired:

"Like headaches, queasiness, or odd sensations?"

"None whatsoever." Rex flexed his arms and legs, thoroughly checking his body:

"Actually, I feel sharper than ever, with every moment etched vividly in my mind.

I believe... if I entered the Abyss right now, my responses would outpace my previous ones."

This encouraging response thrilled the on-site explorers.

"I wanna give it a shot too!"

"Is the training impact genuinely this incredible?"

"When do we get our turn?"

In response to the explorers' fervor, Ron exercised proper restraint:

"Today's merely an initial check. More data collection and thorough safety checks lie ahead."

Yet in the auditorium's other section, the researchers displayed far more intricate reactions.

Wayne's complexion grew even ashen, clutching his record board so hard his knuckles blanched:

"Such profound mind mastery... beyond comprehension..."

His nearby colleague whispered: "Any chance of issues?"

"Unclear." Wayne shook his head: "We'll observe; innovations always need time to settle."

Uther's spectral form drifted languidly near the apparatus, his silver gaze scrutinizing each tech element.

His look blended awe at the tech marvels with apprehension over hidden perils:

"Ron, this degree of lifelike simulation treads perilously close to... forbidden lines."

The elder professor's words held unease: "Certain thresholds, once crossed, seal shut forever."

"Still, I concede the tech's worth is beyond dispute."

He added: "Used wisely, it could drastically cut explorer fatalities."

Ron nodded in agreement:

"Exactly why utmost care is essential. All innovations carry dangers; success hinges on bounding them acceptably."

As the trial wrapped up, spectators departed gradually.

Yet all carried lasting awe; this revolutionary tech leap was bound to reshape Abyss delving profoundly.

Explorers buzzed excitedly over the new training prospects;

Researchers fretted over lurking hazards;

Leaders already plotted its integration into official regimens.

Beneath these responses, a subtler shift unfolded silently.

Via this triumphant demo, Ron affirmed his expertise and forged fresh command presence at the station.

Starting now, doubts about his skills and standing vanished.

.........

At that moment, far in the Sea of Darkness's depths, Nari's enormous form paced restlessly through the vault.

Its tendrils twitched anxiously, each twitch whipping up roiling dark tides that shook the whole treasury.

The myriad eyes studding the walls detected their lord's distress and mirrored anxious gazes.

A few tinier eyes wept even, forming rare Abyssal Essence droplets, though Nari ignored such riches now.

"No, no... this won't do..."

Nari's voice resounded in the Consciousness Domain, brimming with a young mother's distinct fret and haste:

"My dear little one develops so swiftly, craving more and more food..."

It glided to the near-barren storeroom, tenderly caressing the few leftover vessels with a tentacle.

Once brimming with prime ingredients, just basic-grade remnants endured.

The prime nourishing Abyssal Creatures had long nourished its cherished "baby."

Nari wheeled and headed to the treasury's heart, staring at the custom pouch cradling the Stand-In Puppet.

The puppet's progress stunned, its Rune web intricately glowing brighter, Favor pulses intensifying steadily.

Each taste of that cozy, pristine Energy ignited Nari's innate maternal urge to shield.

"Mama’s little Angel..."

It cooed gently, voice overflowing with affection and indulgence:

"You're Mama’s dearest gem; Mama won't allow you to starve..."

Harsh truth loomed, though.

Abyssal hunting zones stood rigidly partitioned, upholding tenuous equilibrium among Apostles' core laws.

Every Apostle claimed set hunting grounds; straying beyond meant affront, risking savage turf wars.

Nari might seem innocent, yet it wasn't daft.

It grasped well that its power and rank couldn't withstand clashing with fellow Apostles.

"But... but my baby can't starve..."

Nari wrestled inwardly time and again, ultimately summoning resolve to beseech Chai Ye's aid.

After all, he'd explicitly offered to ponder broader hunting rights last time; fulfillment beckoned now.