Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 775 - 353: Blown Away with One Punch

The display begins replaying a combat footage.

Uphemia confronts a horde of mutant werewolves without budging from her spot, simply raising her right hand a touch.

Those ferocious abyssal beasts halt their assault in an instant and turn on each other, battling until just the mightiest survives.

The ultimate survivor creeps toward her gradually and lowers its head, like a faithful devotee on pilgrimage.

"Even more chilling is her Meditation Technique trait—bloodline restructuring, which meshes seamlessly with her unique talent."

Eliot goes on to elaborate:

"Uphemia can briefly gain every power from the beasts under her command.

Picture a wizard wielding at once the blood demon's regeneration, the werewolf's speed, and the abyssal spider queen's venom..."

The next projection reveals a striking young man in a lab:

[Current Fourth Seat - Oscar Adelaide (Elemental Garden)

Spiritual Power: Roughly 5.7 scale

Possibly holds multiple second-tier talents: Elemental Domination, Magic Amplification, Element Creation

Recent Achievements: Developed two entirely new composite elements, released two revolutionary papers in the secondary journal The Minuscule Voice of Elements]

"Oscar’s Spiritual Power hits 5.7, quite near Moon Level too."

Several vibrant elemental orbs hover around the handsome youth.

Yet these aren't the usual fire, water, wind, or earth; they're novel combinations unseen before.

One orb blends flames with frost flawlessly, birthing an element that's both searing hot and freezing cold;

Another twists light and shadow together, yielding a strange force that heals while it eats away...

"Oscar’s mastery over elements goes beyond classic knowledge."

Eliot says in admiration:

"He commands not just the four core elements but invents fresh element varieties entirely.

What's scarier, his spell power outstrips same-rank wizards by two or three times."

The display captures Oscar firing an elemental projectile that splits and shifts mid-air.

It ultimately breaks down into scores of varied strikes, some laden with bitter frost, others with eating toxins, some warping reality...

Eliot presses on with more dangerous rivals:

[Fifth Seat - Eugene Leonard (Tower of Vibrations)

Spiritual Power: Roughly 5.6 scale

Owns elite second-tier talent: Mechanical Fusion (merges flawlessly with magic gear, absorbing all its features)

Recent Achievements: Built self-operating combat magic devices, personal might nearing Morning Star Level, hugely boosting squad fighting strength]

A mature man with his body half-replaced by machines shows up in the projection, his right arm fully crafted from intricate gears and crystals.

Stranger still, those machine parts move on their own, as though alive.

"Eugene’s Mechanical Fusion renders him almost undying."

Eliot intones with reverence:

"He shifts his mind into custom mechanical bodies, rebounding fast even after bodily ruin.

Plus, his crafted magic tools boast superior smarts, way past basic scripts."

[Thirty-Second Seat - Chloe Star Voice (Astrology Association)

Spiritual Power: Roughly 5.2 scale

Special Talent: Blind from birth, yet awakened peerless insight and foresight powers

Recent Achievements: At Western Abyssal Observation Station, precisely predicted thirteen calamities and two Apostle pursuits, rescuing over a hundred explorers]

A girl in white robes, eyes bandaged, materializes in the projection.

Blind as she is, myriad star gleams light her path around her.

"Chloe, despite her blindness, wields a prophecy gift that's downright eerie." Eliot drops his voice:

"Rumors say she glimpses future paths, even foresees foes' moves.

From modest roots and a late beginning, her power base trails a bit.

That's why she's at thirty-second for now, though her promise eclipses some higher up."

"Plenty more rising stars exist, but these stand as your top dangers, Uphemia shining brightest with potential exceeding yours."

"On top of that, your fresh research has dried up lately, letting rivals close in on your ratings."

Eliot lays out the issue bluntly, concern lacing his tone:

"Your prior wins with portable sim devices and papers piled up points, yet competitors surge ahead fast."

This intelligence creases Ron’s forehead faintly.

Of late, he'd poured into private studies, skipping public scholarly feats.

"One more thing..."

Eliot's voice grows heavier, as the Communication Crystal projects Central Lands scenery:

"Lately, huge upheavals rock the Central Lands."

He recites key happenings:

In the School Alliance, open rifts emerge; old-guard versus conquest groups clash openly now, lines sharply defined;

Seven minor Schools pledge to Conquest Faction, receiving vast resources that balloon their might;

New ancient ruins surface on Abyss's eighth layer, whispered to conceal a long-lost Witch King's legacy;

World-conquering efforts score big wins, claiming three fresh realms entirely, hauling back troves of rare goods.

"Stuck at the Observation Station, you're out of the loop on such shifts."

Eliot warns, gaze brimming with care: