Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 797 - 360: Bloodline Curse Mark

Every joint was crafted with utmost precision to provide superb flexibility along with enormous weight-bearing strength.

Yet the most striking feature was the empty slot prepared on its chest.

In that location, the Magic Power Amplification Crystal would be embedded, functioning as the central Energy Core for the whole construct.

"The upcoming step holds the utmost importance."

Ron gingerly retrieved the Magic Power Amplification Crystal from its holder; the octahedral gem radiated a bizarre, vital essence within his palm:

"The crystal’s power output must align flawlessly with the full rune network, or else the chain reaction won’t activate."

Once the crystal was fitted in place, a subtle luminescence spread across the entire golem.

This wasn’t a mere mechanical glimmer, but a rhythmic throbbing reminiscent of living breath.

Power surged along the rune pathways, much like blood rushing through arteries.

Ron channeled his Spiritual Power into the golem’s frame.

Blue light began flickering in the golem’s eyes.

"Initialization finished... System diagnostics complete... All systems optimal."

The golem uttered its initial words: "Creator, I stand ready for your commands."

"Excellent. Your designation is ’Explorer One,’ charged mainly with scouting and first encounters within the Abyss realm." Ron nodded approvingly:

"Prioritize caution above all. Should threats exceed your limits, retreat at once or initiate self-destruction."

"Affirmative, Creator. Explorer One shall adhere strictly to your directives."

The golem executed a formal salute, its movement a bit rigid yet adequately performed.

With that done, Ron turned his thoughts to the following steps.

"Explorer One serves as the frontline scout, gathering intel and testing foe positions. By the fourth layer, it can be partially sacrificed."

He formulated a thorough strategy mentally:

"At the right moment, manipulate the Stand-In Puppet for initial approach and extraction of the Magic Power Amplification Crystal... My personal involvement will depend on circumstances."

After all, while Nari cherishes the Stand-In Puppet as a beloved child, it might only vaguely recognize Ron’s aura.

Direct confrontation... He refused to gamble on that.

.........

Within the canyon’s depths, Uphemia observed Chloe’s receding form, a pleased grin curving her lips.

Just as she prepared to store the Recording Crystal, a burning sensation erupted on her left wrist’s mark.

It felt like an agonizing scorch penetrating to the bone, as though something twisted inside her bloodstream.

Uphemia’s face drained of color instantly; she recognized the signal—her father was contacting her.

She swiftly checked the area for any onlookers, then drew a peculiar dagger from her chest.

The dagger’s blade gleamed in a profound scarlet hue, resembling solidified blood.

Uphemia unhesitatingly carved a profound gash into her left palm using the dagger.

Blood spurted forth right away, yet rather than falling, it gathered mid-air into an intricate geometric pattern.

This crimson formation whirled increasingly rapidly, eventually shaping a compact Teleportation Gate.

However, this portal linked not through space, but to a more esoteric realm—a conduit on the level of consciousness.

A blood-formed tentacle protruded from the gate, its tip bearing a massive vertical eye where a weird spiral swirled in the pupil.

Simply beholding this eye sparked an overwhelming dread and awe.

It emanated the oppressive weight of a superior being, capable of shattering ordinary minds in moments.

"My daughter..."

A profound, regal voice issued from the tentacle, every word laced with the reek of gore and rot.

This voice resonated as if chorused from myriad throats at once, overlapping in a chilling harmony:

"Have you arrived at the target zone?"

"Yes, Father."

Uphemia bowed in reverence: "I’m heading to the Abyssal Observation Station per your orders."

The spiral within the Blood Eye accelerated its rotation, seemingly appraising this "creation" of its making:

"Good. This task involves multiple goals; heed them with care."

Uphemia inclined her head in acknowledgment, while casting a spell to sharpen her memory, guaranteeing perfect recall.

As the "daughter" of the King of Blood, she’d been drilled since youth to obey commands without question.

"Objective one: Leverage the Abyss surroundings to force your blood demon slaves into mutual slaughter."

The tentacle undulated lazily through the air, the Blood Eye shifting toward the awaiting blood demons:

"True evolution demands battles to the death. The feeble perish, the mighty ascend—the Abyss’s eternal rule."

The glow in the Blood Eye intensified further:

"That leading one in particular is already nearing Moon Level. Should it manage a breakthrough amid this training, your collective power will surge to a new height."

"Yes, Father." Uphemia kept her voice deferential, though inwardly she weighed the gains against the losses.

The infighting among the blood demons would surely spur their evolution, yet it would also cost her a portion of her combat forces.

Still, one Moon Level blood demon truly outweighs the worth of multiple Morning Star Level ones.

"Next, seek a chance to put Blood Tear Duke Asmond in his place."

The King of Blood's voice turned even icier, as blood streamed from the Blood Eye like weeping tears:

"Of late, this fool has grown ever more rebellious, merely pretending to follow my directives. He has forgotten the one who granted him his power and rank today."

The tentacle twisted furiously, its surface blood vessel markings bulging more vividly: