Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 774 - 352: The Shelved Geniuses (Part 3)

A rare genuine smile graced his face: "Thanks to your care..."

The warmth from her master’s palm caused Dale’s heart to quicken without warning.

This soft touch nearly caused her to dissolve in bliss.

She inched nearer silently, nearly leaning fully into Ron, craving deeper closeness.

Yet Ron soon noticed the overly close contact’s impropriety.

He smoothly pulled back his hand, easing the Sea Demon Girl away with gentle but resolute motions.

A flicker of letdown appeared in Dale’s gaze, swiftly hidden from view.

She knew her master’s affection toward her remained pure, untouched by other motives.

This truth filled her heart with a mix of sweetness and sorrow, akin to sipping honey-laced bitter tonic.

Ailan picked up on the faint shift between them but chose silence wisely.

She busied herself readying breakfast, her green branches deftly handling tools and ingredients alike.

Breakfast proved abundant and refined, featuring crisp veggies, hearty magical beast stew brimming with nutrients, and Dale’s beloved seaweed pastries.

Every dish released a tempting scent, highlighting Ailan’s culinary prowess.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Dale asked, feigning dainty nibbles at her meal.

Her attempt at grown-up poise, paired with her lovely features, rendered her utterly charming.

This mismatch prompted Ailan to stifle a laugh with her hand, her gaze brimming with fondness.

"I plan to perform a divination." Ron mulled over the revelations from his previous night’s dream:

"You both just continue your ability practice and laboratory routine maintenance, don’t mind me."

The fresh Astrologer profession offered diverse buffs and combo effects.

Time was essential for him to master these novel powers, particularly the expert-tier astrology techniques and their pairings with the ’Prophecy Star’ attributes.

Suddenly, the Magic Communication Device blared, shattering the warm breakfast moment.

Its shrill, urgent tone signaled the caller’s dire straits clearly.

Eliot’s visage emerged from the Communication Crystal, etched with clear worry.

His golden locks appeared disheveled, and those typically assured blue eyes now burned with haste, betraying a rushed call.

"Ron, sorry for disturbing you, but there’s some important news I must tell you immediately."

Urgency laced Eliot’s tone, skipping customary greetings:

"The detailed rules of the New Star Plan have been announced, and the situation is much more intense than we imagined."

"Care to elaborate?" Ron set aside his cutlery, his face turning grave.

Through ’Hermit’s Knowledge’, he sharply noted every nuance in Eliot’s look.

"There are a total of one hundred slots, with rankings updated yearly."

Eliot summoned a intricate 3D data hologram:

"And the scoring system is far more complicated than imagined."

The hologram unveiled bewildering scoring standards:

Academic Achievements (40%): Including paper publication, technological innovation, theoretical breakthroughs, etc.;

Combat Ability (25%): Abyssal exploration record, combat performance, survival ability, etc.;

Influence (20%): Reputation in academia, disciple cultivation, social contribution, etc.;

Potential Evaluation (15%): Age, talent, growth speed, etc.

"Most importantly..."

Excitement surged in Eliot’s voice, flames of ambition igniting his stare: "The reward mechanism goes beyond imagination!"

He elaborated on the New Star Plan’s prizes, each one thrilling for wizards:

"Those maintaining their slots receive basic rewards, including monthly resource allocation, special access to the central library, monthly guidance from an associate professor-level master, and so on."

"The top ten receive special rewards, including access to ancient texts, priority procurement rights for rare materials, independent laboratory usage rights, etc."

"The most important thing is..."

Eliot’s words quivered, overwhelmed by what followed:

"Maintaining the top three positions consecutively for ten years gains you a treasure from the Crown Clan, and a continuous position for thirty years grants a complete coordinate of a resource dimension!"

The Communication Crystal displayed vivid footage of the vault’s unveiling.

Far from opulent display, it revealed a chilling subterranean chamber.

Self-moving living stone formed the walls, studded with countless see-through vessels.

Diverse "treasures" hovered within each vessel:

A pulsing heart encircled by temporal swirls, each throb warping nearby space-time;

Dozens of vials with mysterious liquids housing nameless organs that writhed lazily in sustenance fluid, clinging to ancient life;

Shelves of weathered scrolls bearing vanished civilizations’ lore, their scripts shifting under scrutiny as if alive...

"The top three from ten years ago can choose any one item from these collections."

Eliot whispered lowly, as if unveiling taboo lore:

"Including that... a complete resource dimension coordinate."

The hologram shifted abruptly to a realm adrift in nothingness.

Crystal Forests glittered across its surface, rare ores lurked below, and pristine mana mists drifted overhead.

This pristine realm awaited untouched exploitation...

"A complete resource dimension..."

Ron murmured softly, his gaze steeped in profound thought.

It promised sole dominion over a world’s riches, the bedrock for forging one’s own power base.

Such a prize would madden any wizard with grand visions.

"What’s the current ranking situation?" Ron queried, invoking his new divination skill to glimpse potential futures.

Eliot displayed the freshest leaderboard, his demeanor turning profoundly stern:

"You’re currently still in the second seat, but the situation is not optimistic. The score gap is rapidly narrowing, and..."

He hesitated, concern coloring his tone:

"All the major clans are starting to get serious, and those geniuses who were in seclusion are appearing one after another."

Detailed stats scrolled in the hologram:

[Current Third Seat—Uphemia Pide (Blood Moon Clan)

Spiritual Power: Near 6 Scale (Reached the critical value of Morning Star Level)

Possibly possessing Tier One Talent: Bloodline Control (Forcibly controls creatures with lower bloodline levels than hers)

Meditation Technique Traits: Bloodline Reconstruction (Temporarily acquires the abilities of controlled creatures)

Recent Achievements: Successfully tamed a Moon Level mighty blood demon in the Abyss Fifth Layer]

The hologram captured a harrowing vista.

A statuesque raven-haired female materialized, her complexion ghostly white like fine china, eyes an eerie crimson resembling clotted gore.

Sundry blood demons of odd forms stood docilely at her side.

These savage abyssal beasts acted like obedient hounds now.

The biggest towered beyond five meters, veins throbbing across its frame, each pulse quaking the air nearby.

"Spiritual Power nearing 6 scale, almost reaching the threshold of the Moon Level."

Deep unease threaded Eliot’s words:

"But what’s truly terrifying is her Tier One Special Talent—Bloodline Control.

Any creature with a lower bloodline level than hers would involuntarily submit to her."