Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 772 - 352: The Shelved Genius

Ron managed to glean essential details from the visions intentionally presented by the other side:

Virtual and Real Transformation—the supreme technique for alternating between physical and illusory states;

Contract Reversal—a forbidden spell capable of inverting the impact of any detrimental contract upon the caster...

"The Chimera Bloodline within you... stems from the Divine Era... In my realm... we maintain a full specimen as well..."

That ultimate assurance left Ron breathless.

In the vision, an enormous bloodline specimen archive unfolded before his gaze.

Countless crystal vessels stood in orderly rows, each safeguarding the vital essence of various beasts.

One among them contained blood glowing with diverse brilliant hues, radiating the majesty and terror of ancient origins.

Merely observing it stirred a profound longing deep from Ron's life force.

Every offer proved incredibly alluring, particularly the one concerning the Chimera Bloodline.

Ron knew full well that acquiring a Divine Era bloodline specimen was virtually impossible with his present power.

Such precious items were usually monopolized by the Court of Truth and rarely appeared in the outside world.

Still, he upheld the required caution.

As a logical scholar, he understood that nothing comes without a price.

Each pledge from the King of Illusions concealed a matching demand.

"What do you require from me?"

Ron questioned straightforwardly, his eyes devoid of desire, locked in steady evaluation:

"These items may hold little value at your stature.

Yet for me, they represent invaluable gems. You wouldn’t extend such aid without purpose."

A soft chuckle escaped the King of Illusions, laced with admiration for Ron’s clear-headed demeanor:

"Wise one... I only desire... for you to stay on the proper course..."

"The proper course?" Ron sharply seized on that crucial phrase:

"Do you mean the studies in virtual reality tech, or... another matter?"

"You’ve already discerned the astrological rite... those corrected societies..."

The King of Illusions’ tone grew more somber:

"Each timeline... follows its natural progression... but deviations can always occur..."

The ambient void started unveiling even more intricate scenes.

Innumerable paths like beams of light came into Ron’s view.

They originated from a single origin, then split apart, merged, and fractured across various points.

Every path symbolized a potential evolution route, the majority culminating in utter disaster.

"Cassandra’s path of conquest... the cautious approach of the old guard... along with certain extreme ventures..."

Several standout paths glowed vividly in the visions, each shining in unique shades:

"All carry merit... yet each harbors... critical weaknesses..."

"In you, I perceive... an alternate potential..."

The King of Illusions’ projection wavered to hold steady, its gaze gleaming with deep anticipation:

"A route avoiding reckless domination... or timid restraint... a genuinely viable path forward..."

Facing these lofty offers, Ron showed surface eagerness while inwardly probing their real motives.

A being of such caliber must harbor greater agendas than simple patronage for a novice.

Even so, the guidance and assets promised carried immense worth, meriting careful thought.

"About my bloodline evolution path..."

Taking the cue, he grasped the chance to raise his foremost concern:

"Any advice on boosting the Sun Flame Dragon Bloodline? And selecting the second head for the Chimera Bloodline..."

This stood as his immediate pivotal choice.

Advancing the Sun Flame Dragon Bloodline further demanded particular scarce materials and advanced refinement techniques;

Selecting the Chimera Bloodline’s second head would shape his long-term bloodline trajectory.

Confronted with Ron’s bloodline query, the King of Illusions offered no straight reply but shared a superior insight:

"Now that you’re an Astrologer... numerous uncertainties... can be clarified via divination..."

This struck Ron like a revelation.

He’d been leaning on outside data, overlooking the perks of his new profession:

An Astrologer’s divination excelled in precision for personal issues.

"For self-related queries... readings are sharper... without fretting over... the informant’s agenda..."

The King of Illusions’ nudge highlighted a vital oversight for Ron.

Advice from others always bore their biases, while divination yielded more neutral, untainted insights.

"Thanks for the guidance." Ron rated this counsel highly:

"I should trust my own powers more, instead of constantly chasing outside counsel."

"No thanks required... I have my own schemes..."

The King of Illusions’ voice deepened further, as the encircling space unveiled disturbing vistas:

"Moreover... I genuinely spot promise in you... promise for this timeline’s survival..."

Visions revealed myriad broken realms, former homes to flourishing civilizations now reduced to desolation and quiet.

Among these ruins of devastation, scant luminous points endured, flickering with life’s glow like beacons in shadow.