Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 779 - 354: Abyssal Proxy

Chai Ye noticed his boss advancing and smartly retreated.

He had no desire to slay his fellow Apostles through such crude methods; he simply craved a fierce clash to unleash the bottled-up savagery inside him.

Chai Ye’s very nature demands brutal combat and bloodshed to preserve his mind.

Without regular savage fights, the Abyss’s Chaos would slowly consume his awareness, turning him into a mindless killer beast.

"Hahaha... exhilarating!"

Chai Ye burst into wild laughter before slumping back onto his throne, utterly disregarding the gashes on his body that continued oozing blood.

Those wounds mended at an astonishing visible rate, with the shattered dragon skull regenerating and the ripped wings knitting back together.

Within mere moments, he fully recovered, emerging even mightier and more imposing than prior to the skirmish.

The other Supreme Apostles healed swiftly too.

As entities nearing Witch King prowess, such damages hurt deeply yet posed no lethal threat.

However, the mental scars proved far harder to mend.

Humiliation in front of everyone by Chai Ye fueled their rage and bitterness, corroding their dignity like a poisonous serpent.

Malaky especially seethed, his seven heads’ flames roaring hotter, threatening to reduce his soul to cinders.

"Can we calmly discuss business now?"

Maggs’ voice restored its authority, his nine-eyed mask glowing ominously amid the shadows:

"Regarding Cassandra’s scheme for conquering other dimensions, and our slice of the spoils."

This subject stirred complex looks across all Supreme Apostles.

Greed, envy, fury, despair... a whirlwind of feelings twisted their grotesque visages.

"Ultimately, we remain too feeble."

Sulak, freshly reformed, muttered in bitterness:

"We wield planet-shattering might, yet can’t endure in the Abyss’s upper layers. Such restrictions mock us utterly."

This core dilemma plagues all Abyss Awakened:

The greater the Abyssal Power acquired, the heavier the reliance on Abyssal ambiance;

The stronger the reliance, the tighter the shackles.

Lesser Abyss Awakened manage in the Main World, but Apostles stay forever confined to the Abyss;

Supreme Apostles barely linger in its outer zones, confined to depths beyond the sixth layer.

These bounds affect body and laws alike.

Straying from the Abyss core causes swift power drain, potentially forcing dormancy from energy lack.

"This path grants immense strength, yet strips away all liberty."

Veladra’s tone dripped with deep sorrow:

"We’re trapped beasts, gazing longingly at the world beyond our cage, forever out of reach."

"What good does whining do now?" Bradish bellowed in fury:

"We’ve crossed the line of no return! Our only hope is shattering these chains!"

"Shatter them?" Chai Ye scoffed mockingly:

"Think no one attempted it? ... You know their fates well."

Every ancestor who challenged the Abyss’s limits sank into endless sleep.

Their minds wholly swallowed by the Abyss, stripped of thought, reduced to shambling undead.

"Yet hope lingers." Maggs’ statement drew every Apostle’s gaze:

"If we can’t escape the Abyss ourselves, use proxies. Harvest outer resources and secrets via stand-ins."

"Proxies?" Mira pondered with a nod:

"Like Ron Ralph? Didn’t the prior scheme flop?"

That name sparked mockery toward Maggs’ past flop from several Supreme Apostles:

"Haha, that Chaotic Spirit Monster ploy? A perfect snare, ruined effortlessly by the brat."

"And the painstakingly forged Throne Seed, wasted without a single touch."

"Maggs’ ’flawless scheme’ etched deep in memory."

Under the jeers, Maggs conceded:

"True, Ron Ralph’s wariness outstripped my foresight; the youth hunkered down at the Observation Station, proving a nightmare to handle."

"On proxies..."

Nas’ misty form’s eyes whirled restlessly, his tone thick with irritation:

"How often have we experimented? ’Shadow Walkers’ from the Second Era, ’Children of Chaos’ of the Third..."

He halted, inner starlight fading:

"At first, they shone brightly—sane minds, potent gifts, even rising in the Wizard ranks. But in the end..."

"They all went stark raving mad!"

Malaky cut Nas off crudely, multiple heads sneering in unison:

"Either unmasked at key junctures and purged, or snapped, turning into mindless slaughter machines.

That ’Child of Chaos’ even wormed into the School Alliance’s elite.

Then at a learned assembly, it snapped, ripping apart half the wizards in the hall."

"Post that fiasco, wizards ramped up Abyss infiltration defenses tenfold."