Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 788 - 357: History Projection

The mere mention of such a being caused the room's temperature to plunge several degrees.

'Dragon Head Ghost' Chai Ye, that hot-tempered madman, has been in an utterly rotten mood recently. Uther's shadow quivered faintly:

He sensed the excavation noises on the Fourth Layer, and then... you can imagine his reaction, given his nature.

Ron knew it all too well.

Chai Ye stood infamous among Supreme Apostles for his savage cruelty and unpredictable whims, with his top hobby being starting brawls with anyone.

The Wizards' racket right at his 'doorstep' simply handed him a perfect reason to unleash his rage.

He was fully aware that slaughtering them would draw Great Wizards watching the region to intervene.

That's why you had to intervene yourself.

Indeed, prior to that clash, I ran thorough predictions and simulations. Uther's voice grew graver:

The outcomes indicated that using certain unique methods, I'd stand a seventy percent chance of driving Chai Ye back. That odds... make it worth the shot.

With those words, the elderly professor pulled a silver-glowing storage crystal from his pocket:

Besides, this fight gave me prime teaching material. Ron, care to experience a Supreme Apostle battle up close?

A tiny galaxy swirled inside the crystal, with myriad light specks orbiting slowly.

Yet a keen look revealed those specks weren't stars, but intricate information constructs.

This holds the full memory I pulled from that confrontation, complete with my thought flows, spellcasting feels, and even breakdowns of Chai Ye.

Anticipation gleamed in Uther's gaze:

Your adaptive simulation gear lets you dive into how a Mystic Scholar battles a Supreme Apostle. And the key part...

He halted briefly, his tone turning enigmatic:

Should your insight prove sharp enough, you might grasp the 'Historical Projection' technique.

Though your present power won't let you wield it completely, my approval means you can call forth my void remnant projection for aid.

Ron's pulse quickened at the offer, since Historical Projection ranked as a vital pinnacle use of 'Historical Research' abilities.

From Uther's look, it seemed perfecting this would grant Great Wizard-tier support in its zone during critical times.

Comprehension worries? Not for him lately.

Sure, I'm eager. Ron took the Memory Crystal, instantly sensing its immense power:

Still... why pass this to me right now?

Uther's face hardened:

I've divined your upcoming Abyss delve. The signs... aren't promising. An Apostle-rank foe looms likely.

Ron had half-expected as much.

His own readings pointed to 'Eye of the Abyss' Nari.

Then let's dive in.

He rose, eyes alight with thirst for knowledge:

Show me what a true elite clash entails.

......

Inside a dedicated lab at the Observation Station, the adaptive chaos simulator got tuned to peak accuracy.

Elaborate rune networks sprawled across its surface like veins, each pulsing with ghostly glows.

The machine resembled a living tissue more than cold tech.

Link this memory source with utmost care.

Uther's shadow lingered near the apparatus:

Beyond sights and sounds, it carries echoes of my mindset then. The psychic strain on you... could hit hard.

Ron verified the simulator's defenses.

Threefold spirit shields engaged, abort protocols primed.

One final warning. Uther sounded dead serious:

Chai Ye got pushed back, but that beast... held back plenty. To him, it was mere play. Full murder mode...

The professor trailed off, but the point landed sharp—Ron must hold deep respect for Supreme Apostle might.

Got it. Ron nodded firmly, settling into the pod: Begin, Professor.

The instant the memory linked to the core, the lab's vibe twisted into nightmare fuel.

Air thickened to blood density, wall runes strobed wildly, thumping like frantic heartbeats.

Ron perceived faint murmurs, as though innumerable voices were gently whispering right by his ears.

Reality began to warp.

......

Abyss Fourth Layer, Twisted Jungle.

As Ron—or rather, he who had now entered Uther’s viewpoint—opened his eyes, the spectacle before him left him utterly stunned.

It wasn’t truly a "forest", resembling instead the innards of some colossal beast’s organ.

The "trees" took shape as grotesque pillars of blood vessels, sinews, and cartilage, each faintly throbbing like a heart pulsing within.

A slick, skin-like covering coated these pillars, marked by minuscule pores resembling sweat glands that steadily oozed dense bodily secretions.

The "branches and leaves" manifested as twisted variants of diverse organs...

Massive eyeballs dangled from branch ends, their pupils ceaselessly turning to monitor every creature that ventured past;

Heart-like fruits swayed with the wind, each pulsation releasing a muffled drumming beat;

While tongue-shaped fleshy tendrils would now and then stretch forth to savor the air’s essence.