Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 784 - 355: Star Disc Divination 3

An ancient mirror caught Ron's sight, its "surface" made of swirling black liquid in constant motion.

From time to time, twisted faces emerged in the liquid, each bearing looks of terror and hopelessness from their final moments.

Inside the mirror, a hazy shape of the "Thousand Transformations" took form. This longtime companion tool was now breaking apart in torment.

Innumerable bits of light and shadow detached from its "body," every piece holding snippets of memories from past owners.

Among those memory snippets, Ron faintly spotted the method he sought—the contamination isolation technique.

Yet obtaining this method required him to plunge into the deepest, most torturous recollections of its previous owner, bearing pains that were not his own.

Visions from the prophecies shifted between sharp clarity and vagueness, yet one fact stood out:

This journey into the psyche would prove incredibly perilous.

A single misstep could see his mind consumed by those tormenting memories, trapped eternally in another's horror.

"The prior master of the ’Thousand Transformations’... judging from the fleeting memory bits, it was an Ancient Mage from the era of the Abyss’ massive chaos."

Ron reflected on his past examinations of this artifact.

"A risk I must take." He resolved within himself:

"Once I grasp the contamination isolation technique, my experiments can expand vastly. All those hazardous substances I avoid now will turn into valuable assets."

On top of that, this skill could grant Ailan and Dale better protection against contamination, letting them aid him with less danger.

With all three prophecies fulfilled, Ron gradually emerged from profound meditation.

The Star Disc atop the Divination Platform settled into stillness, its enigmatic runes halting as though they had always been inert.

Nearly two hours had passed in the full divination ritual, draining Ron's spirit to the core.

Yet that weariness quickly gave way to thrill and fulfillment.

From this session, he gained three distinct routes to power, each promising heightened strength.

"What’s fascinating is..." As he brushed sweat from his brow, a deep insight flooded his thoughts:

"These prophetic revelations all draw from my current foundation of knowledge."

Rather than granting brand-new data, the divination reshaped his existing hints into straightforward advancement paths.

Details on the Quicksand Lands stemmed from festival events and Franka’s explanations;

Bloodline merging potential relied on his grasp of Abyssal Creatures and preserving lineage essences;

While the contamination isolation technique lurked buried in the Thousand Transformations' recollections.

"Divination’s real power is in sorting ideas and setting key focuses."

Ron mused while staring at the dimmed Star Disc:

"It shows results from present decisions, not the future itself."

Such understanding deepened his grasp of Astrology.

Fate remains unfixed; it builds from endless decisions.

Divination simply aids choosers in weighing the gains and losses of options.

In his thoughts, he started crafting a precise strategy:

First off, securing the contamination isolation technique as the base for every later step.

Dangerous as it is, this peril seems most manageable versus the other aims;

Next, venturing into the Abyss to gather Newborn Beast tears alongside bloodline resources.

A detailed raid scheme requires talks with Uther;

Lastly, pursuing bloodline advancement in the Quicksand Lands, picking ideal conditions and surroundings with full safeguards.

"Via the Stand-In Puppet’s Spiritual Link, upgrades and tweaks can happen at the same time."

He refined the strategy’s elements mentally:

"Embed the Magic Power Amplification Crystal, incorporate Soul Steel, and evolve it into Magic Sword shape."

That creation would stand as a genuine triumph, fusing Alchemy, Enchantment, Bloodline Modulation, and more into perfection.

It would serve as a vital foundation for his ascent to superior heights.

Once the divination items were cleared away, Ron skipped immediate rest.

Midnight’s peace and fresh enlightenments sharpened his mind like never before.

"Now for the following phase." From storage, he drew the prepped Alchemy Materials:

"The Magic Power Amplification Crystal’s forging can’t wait anymore."

Dale and Ailan shared a look, each spotting the same helpless resignation in the other's gaze.

They were long used to their master's obsessive dedication to work, but anxiety over his health persisted nonetheless.

"Master..." Ailan attempted to convince him:

"You've labored nonstop for more than ten hours—why not rest a little?"

"Time spares no one." Ron responded without raising his head, now examining those perilous Abyssal Materials:

"Each instant of delay wastes life itself, and this atmosphere suits delicate alchemy perfectly."

At night, the observatory fell into profound silence, disturbed solely by the faint writhing noises from the living tissues that formed its core structure amid the shadows.

Now and then, strange whimpers resonated from the depths of the corridor.