Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 782 - 355: Star Disc Divination

Ron stepped into a freshly prepared section inside the workshop.

He had crafted this area especially for divination, its styling markedly distinct from surrounding zones.

Detailed star charts adorned the obsidian floor, shifting gradually with the real night sky's alterations, resembling a vibrant, breathing map.

Ron lingered by himself in the core of his private workshop's divination chamber.

This carefully designed space differed entirely from the others nearby.

Elaborate star maps covered the obsidian ground.

Those old runes shifted lazily following the actual starry sky's movements, akin to a vital map capturing the universe's pulse.

"The King of Illusions’ suggestion is indeed worth trying."

He lightly caressed the star disc atop the divination altar, sensing the temporal essence embedded inside:

"Many troubles can be resolved through divination, especially those related to oneself."

As a fresh astrologer, his self-related divinations boasted exceptional precision.

This skill not only guided his path forward but also allowed him to dodge looming dangers ahead of time.

...Provided he could properly decipher those cryptic and vague prophecies.

Ritual tools sat prepared on the divination altar, each radiating a disturbing presence:

An old star disc loaned from Uther, marked with taboo runes of the Second Era.

These runes detailed the astrologers' harrowing encounters with higher-dimensional entities back then, few of which ended favorably;

Three star crystals linked to him already, aligned with the Hermit Star, Scholar Star, and Observer Star.

They hovered silently in custom crystal columns, their inner lights drifting like alive entities;

A droplet of his blood, acting as the link to destiny's strands.

The blood had solidified in a tiny silver bowl, its top gleaming with an eerie dark crimson sheen;

And the burning "True Vision Incense", which cleared deceptive prophecy distortions yet drew in some hostile "watchers".

In the room's corner, Dale huddled anxiously by the crystal pool's rim.

"Master..." Her tone floated feather-light, yet worry laced through it clearly, "Your heartbeat races far quicker than normal."

Ailan floated in from the workshop's shadows, her green tendrils quivering faintly mid-air.

Being a plant being, she sharply detected the perilous vibe from the divination gear.

It represented an ancient power that could warp life's core.

"These items... they murmur."

The tree spirit's voice shook with dread, "Master, their words reach me in an unknown tongue that urges me to flee."

Yet Ron methodically verified each element.

Long years of study had honed his knack for logical assessment in any crisis.

Even against powers defying mortal grasp.

"Divination has never been a safe practice."

He answered head down, tone steady:

"Peering into fate always demands a price. Yet knowledge's worth dwarfs those minor perils."

He settled gradually before the divination altar, drawing a deep breath to steady his thoughts.

Divination demanded total concentration and mental tranquility; distractions marred prophecy clarity.

Plus, the seer needed robust spiritual fortitude to endure shocking revelations.

He activated "Star Eater’s Ravings", tuning his mind's rhythm to sync with the stars.

Astrologer's perks sharpened his view of fate's threads, rendering faint possibility paths more distinct.

Each plunge into fate's depths brought a sense of an unfathomable gaze upon him.

Like endless eyes dissecting him, every cell laid bare to indescribable insight.

"With the wisdom of the Hermit, observe the reasoning of the Scholar, borrow the eyes of the Observer, and glimpse the patterns of fate..."

As the incantation advanced, the star disc glowed softly silver.

Second Era's forbidden runes writhed like snakes, as if primordial intents stirred from sleep.

Elemental crystals around the twelve spots ignited one by one, their glows twisted in hue.

Flames burned green, waters ran blood-red, winds bore soft cries, earth quaked subtly ongoing.

Time's weight thickened the air, dissolving lines between yesterday, today, tomorrow.

Ron sensed his awareness stretching out, brushing fate's hidden strata.

Amid those strata, he dimly glimpsed myriad tangled timelines...

Some shone like galaxies, others plunged into voids.

Where all timelines crossed, his figure flickered hazily.

A few triumphant, others defeated, some twisted beyond humanity...

Ron pricked his finger tip softly, dripping blood onto the star disc's heart.

The blood vanished into it at once, spawning intricate designs across its face.

These designs wriggled alive, hunting fate's crossroads.

With the blood designs expanding, Ron's mind started absorbing data.

Deep in his awareness, fire and earth elements' nexus warped and shifted.

At first mere hazy colors blended, scarlet heat surges mingling with gold specks.