Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 787 - 356: Extraordinary Creativity (Part 3)

"Of course." Ron softly ran his fingers across the crystal's surface, like he was petting a hazardous beast:

"Real powerhouses among creations always exhibit traces of vital essence."

With great caution, he slipped the crystal into its custom-built shielding box.

This Magic Power Amplification Crystal would serve as the vital heart for enhancing the Stand-In Puppet, forming a key foundation for his ascent to greater heights.

Task finished, Ron skipped any immediate rest.

Night's calm and his fresh breakthrough left his thoughts buzzing with exceptional vigor.

From the shelf, he grabbed a thick research tome and flipped straight to the "Spirit Dew" section.

Restoring this old formula had dragged on for months, stalled mainly by the hunt for essential ingredients.

"'Tears of the Spirit Infant' prove tough to snag in today's world," Ron eyed the recipe's demands:

"Yet their core is pure life's spiritual extract, not tied solely to infant humans."

Deep in the Abyss Fourth Layer's eerie flesh-forest, a unique abyssal monster thrives—the Newborn Beast.

"Tears from a Newborn Beast youngling..." Ron jotted the notion in his log:

"Analysis shows their tears hold spirit-cleansing elements akin to 'Tears of the Spirit Infant.' Purity might surpass it, thanks to abyssal beings' raw, fierce dread of dying."

Snatching those ingredients demands plunging into the Abyss Fourth Layer's depths, a peril-packed quest on its own.

Lethal beasts swarm the place, and the very atmosphere reeks of potent spirit poison.

Regular folk would lose their minds in moments there, while seasoned delves seldom make it back whole.

Yet for Ron right now, the risk stays manageable.

Holding top-tier access at the Observation Station, he boasts official rights for profound delves.

Plus, Stand-In Puppet reports show his tolerance for abyssal realms sharpening steadily.

"Add Newborn Beast tears to the targets for the upcoming abyss dive."

In his planner, he scribbled specifics: "Grab extra abyssal stuff for tests too—double the gain with one trip."

Switching to Magic Potion Professor demands crafting at least one fresh Magic Potion Formula.

Restoring "Spirit Dew" successfully and basing a new one on it would meet the shift criteria, while arming his studies with a mighty aid.

Any abyss scholar needs an Advanced Purification Potion as vital protection.

Beyond that, its steep worth promises future cash flow.

Tonight's labors done, he set plans to meet Professor Yutel come morning, updating him on abyss plans.

These notions swirling, Ron cleared his lab gear and bid goodnight to his aides.

Spotting their eased breaths, he strolled off to the slumber room.

As sleep claimed him, a soothing herb scent wafted near, laced with a soft lullaby hum.

A faint grin curved his lips as Ron drifted into profound rest.

......

A choking hush gripped Uther’s private study.

Pushing through the hefty door, Ron first faced not cozy lamps, but an odd gloom-shot glow.

Living tomes that usually rustled welcomes now loomed rigid on racks like lifeless relics.

Wall crystals tracking stellar shifts flickered faint throbs, akin to a fading life's final gasps.

An eerie rot hung in the air.

No mere flesh decay, but time and recollection's profound erosion.

Ron's greatest jolt came from Uther’s Void Remains projection's state.

Its silver sheen dulled to a waning moon's sliver, borders shivering with shaky waves.

The elder's form blurred and sharpened by turns, on the verge of dissolving away.

Faint fissures scarred his gaze's depths, hinting at Void Remains' structural harm.

"Professor? What's wrong with you?"

Ron held back from rushing in, lingering at the threshold to scrutinize the oddity ahead.

Triggering "Extraordinary Recognition," his enhanced sight painted Uther’s Void Remains as cracked fine china.

Silvery glows leaked through the fissures, each throb prying them open a fraction more.

Such destruction could never stem from a mere skirmish.

"Enter, child. Your exploration request has reached me already."

Uther's voice echoed with profound fatigue, every word laden with exhaustion.

He pivoted gradually, his motions burdened by the press of countless years:

"Perfect timing, since I have issues to talk over with you as well."

"What troubles have you faced?"

Ron settled into the appointed seat, where the armrests seemed to twist briefly, emitting a faint sigh.

This subtle clue only reinforced his belief that the crisis ran far deeper than the surface suggested.

"A clash several days back..."

Uther gestured to summon the chamber's holographic display, the silvery vision fading even more once projected:

"In my standard stargazing routine, certain dire portents caught my eye."

A detailed star chart hovered in the atmosphere, yet this version brimmed with ominous undertones unlike before.

The violence constellation blazed blood-red, as the death cluster loomed in a foreboding deep violet.

Most chillingly, several normally steady stars throbbed at an erratic pace.

"Abyss-linked constellations have spiked in activity all of a sudden." Uther jabbed at a wildly disordered section of the map:

"This sort of event usually signals a mighty being awakening soon. And based on the star chart's exact signals..."

The hologram flipped to reveal the landscape of the Abyss Fourth Layer.

A zone marked "Twisted Jungle" featured a red blip marking a modest outpost.

"An archaeological squad," Ron swiftly comprehended the peril involved.

"Spot on, those idiots awakened a forbidden presence amid their hunt for ancient artifacts,"

Uther's words dripped with clear frustration, though Ron sensed a hidden layer beneath:

"As Abyssal Observation Station chief, it's my duty to prevent our 'investment' from going to waste."

Those words ignited a spark in Ron's thoughts.

Investment? That particular term felt loaded with meaning.

"Do you mean... the archaeologists uncovered items of great worth?"

"Partial spellbooks from the Second Era, plus several vintage alchemy devices." Realization flickered in Uther's eyes.

Ron gave a nod; such a reason held solid logic.

Uther wouldn't stake his life for run-of-the-mill wizards, yet guarding priceless lore and inventions... now that's another matter entirely.

"Thus, you chose to intervene personally?"

"Not my original plan," Uther offered a wry grin:

"I planned to dispatch some Golden Ring explorers for the job, but the star chart's threat assessment... points to a Supreme Apostle."