Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 799 - 360: Bloodline Curse Mark (Part 3)

"How is Uphemia’s progress?" From the spider came Maggs’ voice, laced with its signature multi-layered echo:

"Do you truly believe the special mark you placed inside her will deliver the anticipated outcome?"

With his ordinary right hand, Aiden softly caressed the table:

"Absolutely. That mark represents the pinnacle of my life’s work, fusing top advancements from Bloodline Studies, Soul Studies, and contract curses."

His forehead’s vertical eye swiveled toward the spider:

"Uphemia stands as my finest creation and the daughter I’ve raised myself. The depth of my concern for her surpasses anything you can fathom."

"Concern?" Maggs’ spider body crept slowly over the table, its eight eyes fixed intently on Aiden:

"That sounds more like domination, doesn’t it? The Bloodline Lock and special mark you forced upon her hardly reflect a father’s affection for his child."

A hair-raising laugh escaped Aiden, scraping like fingernails across glass:

"True care manifests as ultimate control. Betrayal and peril lurk everywhere in this world—only beneath my safeguard can she remain truly secure."

The eyeballs lining his left arm whirled madly:

"Consider how Cassandra handles Eve: freedom on the surface, but manipulation underneath. I’m upfront about it, at least—I make no secret of my wish to dominate Uphemia."

Maggs fell quiet briefly, apparently mulling over this warped reasoning:

"Yet what happens if your scheme’s target won’t play along? Ron Ralph’s wariness has outstripped our predictions."

"In that case, deploy the ’special gift’ I’ve readied."

Aiden’s tone turned darker, as the vertical eye on his forehead glowed with ominous red light.

He stretched out his right hand, revealing a intricate red Rune in his palm.

Slowly spinning, the Rune released an unsettling Charm.

"This serves as the supreme safeguard embedded in her bloodline—’Bloodline Curse Mark Creation Technique.’"

Pride twisted through Aiden’s voice, laced with madness:

"During... the deepest physical union with the target, the mark triggers, embedding an eternal control curse mark inside them."

All eight of Maggs’ eyes bulged wide: "You mean..."

"Precisely—via intimate coupling, she embeds my mark straight into the target’s soul."

Aiden’s laughter swelled with victory: "Success means their will, Memories, and even soul fall wholly under my command."

He halted, his forehead’s vertical eye shifting to some unseen point:

"The control flows both ways: as Uphemia dominates Ron, I seize indirect mastery over him via her. Flawless ingenuity."

Sinister shadows deepened across his face:

"I know Uphemia better than she knows herself."Despite her strong-willed nature, I molded her fundamental beliefs."At the pivotal instant, she’ll choose correctly."

"And if rebellious notions truly take root in her?" Maggs inquired, sounding somewhat weary.

A feral snarl rumbled from Aiden:

"I’ll rectify her errors myself—the Bloodline Lock guarantees she can’t fully defy me. And besides..."

Bloody tears trickled from the eyeballs on his left arm:

"I hold the power to ignite every mark inside her whenever I wish, forcing agony beyond Death itself. Yet I pray that day stays distant, for she remains my sole... masterpiece."

This perverse fatherly devotion sent shivers through Maggs.

"About Ron’s unique trait..." it shifted subjects: "Are you convinced he possesses the makings of the King of Eras?"

Aiden’s face grew grave at the query.

Using his normal right hand, he drew an ancient tome from the table’s blood pool, its blood-stained pages preserving crisp text.

"Selena’s research notes lie here."

Flipping it open, he indicated a blood-ink passage:

"She documented patterns in era shifts, noting each requires a catalyst of unique attributes."

His vertical eye locked on the page, pupil’s spiral lazily rotating:

"Such an individual demands not just exceptional talent, but resolve to shatter conventions. Above all..."

He lingered, his tone turning enigmatic:

"They must retain their humanity amid Chaos’s Erosion—an equilibrium nearly unattainable."

"Ron Ralph..." Greed flickered in Aiden’s gaze:

"I detect echoes of the King of Illusions’ strength within him—that cursed fraud who once derailed my path this way..."

The King of Illusions’ name ignited raw fury in Aiden.

His forehead eye flared wildly, left arm’s eyeballs churning in frenzy.

"This round changes everything." Suppressing his rage, he declared:

"Mastering him equates to seizing the next era’s throne."

On the table, Maggs's spider form spun an intricate web:

"So, how confident are you in this plan's success?"

Aiden thought for a moment, then flashed a chilling grin:

"At least seventy percent. Uphemia’s stunning beauty and exceptional talent will draw in any young man, and her Special Ability is impossible to resist. Even if the target senses something, staying rational in that moment proves extremely difficult."

His tone turned even darker:

"Moreover, I've arranged backup plans for her. Should softer approaches fail, she possesses other means to succeed. The Blood Moon Clan’s bloodline control extends beyond just Abyssal Creatures..."

A heavy silence descended in the chamber, broken only by the faint, unending heartbeat from afar.

"I await your good news."

In the end, Maggs declared as his spider form started to fade away:

"Success here means unprecedented rewards for us all."

Left alone in the chamber, Aiden stared at the warped blood-red sky on the horizon.

This was merely the start in his scheme.

With Ron under his control via Uphemia, the true contest would commence.

He'd force those who once scorned him to pay dearly, compelling the whole Court of Truth to behold the mighty power of the "False King."