Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 771 - 351: Illusion Returns Again_3

"I see..."

Uther whispered gently, his ghostly projection quivering faintly:

"Certain entities seem far more intrigued by this child than I had foreseen."

Deliberately, he retracted the intervention protocol poised for launch, electing to observe silently.

Across his vast existence, scant events demanded such wariness.

Yet this message's origin... demanded reverence even from a Great Wizard such as him.

......

Elsewhere, Ron's mind was yanked back into the strangely familiar, otherworldly void.

Yet this visit diverged utterly from prior ones.

Fairyland's famed Floating Islands flickered hazily into view, akin to a far-off drama glimpsed amid dense haze.

The formerly sharp, exotic vistas turned indistinct, disrupted by evident signal distortion.

Islands draped in pulsing hides appeared merely as shadowy contours;

The prior radiant prismatic glows faded to sparse muted tones;

The peculiar air's vibrant unease yielded to crushing weight.

"Young... seeker..."

King of Illusions' tone broke in fits, resembling a faltering comms relay:

"Your progress... is... impressive..."

Its timeless, boundless authority lingered, yet strain marked it more than ever.

Every sound battled unseen static, scarcely piercing Ron's awareness.

"I’m sorry... the Abyssal Observation Station's unique setup... disrupts my manifestation..."

King of Illusions' form wavered from crisp to hazy, mirroring a splintered glass echo:

"The Void Remains anchor grid there... alongside Crystal Tower's watch array... hinder foreign... Spirit projections..."

Ron strained to focus, eager to grasp the words:

"What message do you bear? Something vital to share?"

Braving the station's safeguards for this link, the King of Illusions pursued a dire imperative.

"Your virtual world... research... I’ve observed steadfastly..."

King of Illusions' visage fought to solidify, as ethereal visions stirred nearby:

Ron’s lab appeared, adaptive chaos simulator whirring, elaborate neural lattices aglow with vitality.

"Were you to... submit papers to... core journals... unforeseen... boons await..."

Ron’s brow lifted faintly at the counsel.

His breakthroughs surely merited premier journals.

Still, the King of Illusions' emphasis hinted at hidden depths.

"You suggest... harnessing scholarly fame for amplified aid and funds?"

"Beyond merely that..."

King of Illusions' timbre held arcane weight:

"A wizard true... amplifies sway via lore's spread... Your tenets, once widely embraced... fuse into your might..."

Environs shifted subtly:

Myriad labs hosted wizards experimenting, scripting volumes.

Victories therein bolstered the source theory's "truth."

No mere info exchange, this forged reality anew.

"Knowledge reshapes reality..."

Ron pondered, voicing the axiom:

"Mass adoption and enactment of theory invokes exalted forces' thrust."

"Precisely... your pursuit now... hovers at that Critical Point..."

Choppy as the channel was, King of Illusions' revelation stirred Ron's pulse:

"Lance's genuine Bloodline Studies heritage... yours I offer..."

Space bloomed into a vast archive hall.

Legions of archaic volumes levitated, each pulsing hazardous, tempting radiance.

One shelf array bore Lance Heivet's singular looping sigil.

"Plus mine... Secret Technique... Virtual and Real Transformation... Contract Reversal..."

Fresh racks emerged, stocked with perilously ominous codices.

These tomes' bindings fluxed in form and tint ceaselessly.

Knowledge inside questing, it seemed, for fitting eyes.