Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 796 - 359: Dream-eating Beast (Part 3)

"Damn it!" Chloe muttered inwardly, as she started channeling her magical power. "This blood demon possesses strength reaching at least the peak of Morning Star!"

The clash was on the verge of exploding.

The blood demon's follow-up strike proved even fiercer, its claws slashing through the air and trailing vivid blood-red energy.

Those trails bore the Abyss's signature corrosive nature, twisting even the surrounding air.

Chloe responded with equal speed.

Thanks to her foresight ability, she "saw" the incoming path ahead of time, dodging flawlessly just before the blood demon closed in.

"First Ring · Starfall!"

A silvery ray plummeted from above, smashing onto the blood demon like a shooting star.

Packed with stellar might, this strike inherently countered abyssal beings.

A shrill screech escaped the blood demon, white fumes rising from its form while severe burns scorched its hide.

Still, its vitality proved incredibly resilient; badly hurt, it refused to collapse right away.

Chloe prepared her next blow when a voice from below rang out in admiration:

"Impressive battle! Miss Chloe, your strength is truly remarkable."

Uphemia casually flicked her right hand, summoning the remaining four blood demons to encircle them.

Spotting its allies, the wounded blood demon's frenzied gaze faded, restoring its normal composure.

"I apologize for scaring you." Uphemia's tone stayed soft and courteous:

"This blood demon of mine has been unstable lately, thanks to the abyss aura making it lose control occasionally."

With those words, her face hardened abruptly, and she formed an odd gesture at the "unruly" blood demon.

The creature unleashed an agonized cry, its frame shaking uncontrollably.

"As punishment, you all dispose of it." She commanded icily.

Without pause, the other four lunged forward, ripping into their fellow like ravenous beasts.

This raw savagery stunned Chloe, raised in the Astrology Association.

The woman's cruelty caught her off guard.

Within mere minutes, the blood demon lay fully consumed, defenseless to the end, not a single bone spared.

Having devoured their kin, the surviving blood demons visibly grew more powerful.

"As a token of apology..." Uphemia drew a small pouch of magic stones from her storage bag:

"Here are ten standard magic stones as my compensation."

She tossed the pouch lightly skyward, prompting the night mist to extend a tentacle instinctively, only for the veiled girl to halt it swiftly.

Chloe scanned it thoroughly with her spiritual sense, verifying no traps or curses tainted the magic stones.

Even then, she remained wary.

This abrupt "generosity" heightened her caution instead.

"Additionally..." Noticing their refusal, Uphemia effortlessly reclaimed the stones:

"Since we're both bound for the Abyssal Observation Station, why not journey together? It's safer with company watching each other's backs."

"No need." Chloe shot back frostily, her tone laced with irritation:

"Next time, rein in your dog— not everyone tolerates games with your pet."

She gestured for the night mist to depart.

Unfurling its tentacle wings, the dream-eating beast soared upward, swiftly fleeing the threat.

Uphemia observed their retreat, a pleased grin curving her mouth.

She had captured ample combat footage, ensuring this "chance meeting" netted her hefty points in the New Star Plan.

Plus, the encounter revealed much about her own capabilities.

......

Deep in the Abyssal Observation Station's core, Ron’s personal lab hummed with an eerie blend of metallic tang and arcane energy.

Rare materials lay meticulously arrayed across the workbench.

"Ailan, set the lab temperature to a steady..." Ron's voice remained steady and intent.

The tree spirit floated in from the lab's shadows, her verdant vines deftly manipulating the climate controls.

As Ron’s top aide, she excelled at such routine aid.

"Master, this golem you're crafting now..." Ailan eyed the intricate blueprints on the table, worry threading her words:

"It seems far more intricate than before. Those rune arrays demand precision nearing 'living constructs'."

"That’s right." Ron affirmed with a nod, triggering the "Creator’s Blessing" at the same moment:

"Regular golems can't function for extended periods in the Abyss; I must craft a construct with genuine independent judgment."

Upon activating the blessing, a torrent of inspirations flooded his mind like raging waves.

Design details sharpened into crystal clarity, as though myriad unseen hands were steering his craftsmanship.

"I have no desire to directly engage those abyssal entities myself. Divination reveals some safer zones, yet the peril of personal contact remains far too immense."

He indicated the central section of the humanoid construct on the blueprint:

"This golem shall serve as my stand-in for initial scouting interactions. Should it face an insurmountable threat, it can self-detonate instantly to prevent any data breaches."

Dale stepped out from the crystal pool, her silver tresses cascading like moonlight beneath the magic crystal lamp's glow.

Her golden eyes brimmed with curiosity and worry: "Master, what sort of entity do you intend to approach? It sounds so perilous..."

"Yes, it's perilous." Ron disclosed only what was safe to reveal:

"Yet it's exactly this peril that holds boundless potential. Tremendous risks usually bring tremendous gains—this is a core principle."

He commenced forging the initial slab of black gold magic iron.

This rare metal demanded forging at an exact temperature.

Overheat it, and its magical conductivity would shatter; underheat it, and it would lack optimal malleability.

Essential Insight, Micro-structure Adaptation, Extraordinary Creativity, and fellow traits unleashed their utmost power right then.

Ron instinctively detected every tiny shift in the material, discerning when to hammer fiercely or caress delicately.

It was akin to chatting with the material directly, comprehending its desires and thresholds.

Each hammer blow necessitated pinpoint force regulation, upholding the metal's durability while carving intricate rune pathways inside.

The task craved utmost focus and mastery, but empowered by trait enhancements, Ron's hands stayed rock-steady like a master healer's.

As forging advanced, the golem's core skeleton started materializing.

The construct towered around one meter eighty tall, its full frame gleaming with a dark-golden metallic luster.