Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 800 - 361: An Acquaintance

Captain Miller advanced, his squad and himself already clad in custom-forged Abyss defense suits.

Protective Runes adorned the exterior of these suits, while the masks included integrated filters to cleanse the poisonous fumes from the Abyss.

"Wizard Ralph, equipment verification is finished."

Miller’s words transmitted via the Magic Sound Transmitter, bearing the calm assurance of a battle-hardened soldier:

"Yet I have to warn you again—the peril in the Fourth Layer surpasses all prior levels by far. Not even our seasoned squad can promise total security."

"I grasp the dangers," Ron answered briefly, as he examined his equipment.

"Plus, I’ve arranged thorough backup strategies."

His hand lightly tapped the Storage Bag on his belt, holding Summoning Runes from Uther, along with assorted Emergency Potions and getaway devices.

The "Explorer One" Golem finished its last tweaks, primed to handle riskier scouting duties in his place whenever needed.

Right now, they stood in the heart of the Observation Station, where a colossal descending platform shaped like an upside-down pyramid plunged into a man-made rock tunnel.

Ron beheld this engineering wonder up close for the very first time, unable to resist a momentary halt.

A thick web of Runic circuits blanketed the platform’s face, every line pulsing with a constant silver-blue radiance.

Yet these runes lacked inert etchings; they pulsed and shrank like living veins, as though the enormous edifice drew deep, rhythmic breaths.

Even more disturbingly, warped visages sporadically surfaced amid the runes.

These belonged to the Rune Artisans involved in erecting the station, their essences forever fused into the runes to serve as the "fuel" keeping it alive.

"Despite seeing this beast endless times, it never fails to chill me,"

a rough voice sounded from Ron’s rear.

The speaker was a scarred middle-aged fellow.

Some Abyssal Creature had claimed his left eye, replaced now by a spinning mechanical orb in the empty socket.

"Blake, mind your tongue."

An elderly Female Witch scowled and remarked, "We’ve got fellow team members here."

Blake gave a careless shrug:

"Truth is truth, Camilla. During its construction, those madmen devoured over three thousand artisans while alive. See those runes? They’re still shedding tears."

Ron triggered "Extraordinary Recognition," revealing the platform under that unique sight as a vast Runic expanse.

Innumerable anguished spirits remained trapped inside the Runic web, their agony and terror now fueling the station’s might.

This reveals the core of Wizard Civilization—power and wisdom justify any sacrifice.

"Such advanced soul-binding tech..."

Ron pondered inwardly, "Grasping its secrets would boost my Stand-In Puppet endeavors immensely."

For a scholar, pity or rage over past events serves no purpose.

What matters is extracting the knowledge and weaving it into personal pursuits.

"Sense it? The wails of the lost souls?"

A somber voice emerged.

A gaunt figure in black robes was the source.

Odd silver gloves encased his hands, alive with squirming runes.

"I’m Necromancer Mordred, expert in wielding Soul Energy," he offered Ron a handshake:

"This platform’s blueprint is a true Necromancy gem."

Through a magical barrier, Ron courteously clasped hands, though wariness lingered within.

In Wizard Society, Necromancers occupy a precarious niche.

Valuable as their abilities are, their minds tend toward profound distortion.

"Ron Ralph," he stated simply.

"Ah? The prodigy who took second in the New Star Plan?" Mordred’s gaze gleamed with eerie fascination:

"Word is you’ve advanced far in Bloodline Modulation... care to team up? My undead minions require finer assembly, and your expertise..."

"I’ve no such intentions currently," Ron cut in icily.

At that moment, Uther’s ghostly projection materialized at the platform’s core.

Unlike the kindly air of their secret talks, the elder professor now radiated crushing authority, his diffused silver glow pressing like an immense peak upon all.

"Greetings, brave explorers, to the Abyssal Observation Station."

Uther’s declaration boomed throughout the platform:

"Prior to our descent, heed these vital notices."

His eyes scanned the over twenty explorers gathered there, all of them sensing the overwhelming Demonic Pressure radiating from the Great Wizard.

"First off, this descent apparatus is powered by my Void Power. Your lives are entirely under my control."

The old professor's statement delivered a harsh reality:

"Any breach of rules during the descent means instant execution."

The platform plunged into utter silence at once.

A few explorers who had been murmuring halted right away.

"Second, from the fourth layer of the Abyss onward, the curse's power can induce hallucinations even for Morning Star Wizards.

While my Shield offers defense, should anyone try interfering or scanning during the descent..."

Uther’s ghostly projection turned threatening in an instant, the silver glow shifting into myriad tentacle-shaped rays: