Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 802 - 361: Acquaintance (Part 3)

Indeed, Ron started sensing a faint mental pressure.

Not a blunt assault, this was more like insidious corrosion, seeking to bury alien thoughts into the core of his mind.

At once, he invoked "Star Eater’s Ravings" as a safeguard, with frigid stellar might erecting a firm psychic shield.

Other adventurers lacked such luck.

Ron observed the necromancer Mordred already quivering faintly.

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Once the platform arrived at the third level, the ambiance around them transformed dramatically anew.

The Bloody Shallow faded away, supplanted by a boundless black wasteland.

Corpses of myriad beings had crumbled to dust, trapped in an endless loop across this domain of demise.

A heavy, suffocating purple dominated the heavens, sunless, featuring only enormous organ-shaped heavenly objects hovering, radiating a nauseating light.

These so-called "celestial bodies" were in fact primordial organs, repurposed as light sources after the abyss consumed them.

"Third floor reached, the destination is here, prepare to disembark."

Uther’s tone turned grave:

"From now on, you will be directly exposed to the abyss environment. Remember, caution is the only rule for survival."

The platform eased to a stop, its protective fields slowly dissolving.

In that instant, the abyss’s signature crushing aura flooded in.

A tangled aroma of decay, hopelessness, and lunacy assailed them, demanding even hardened veterans a moment to acclimate.

Even more horrifying, a cloying rotten sweetness laced it—the "fragrance" born from endless cadavers brewing in the abyss.

"Ugh..." First-timers to the abyss promptly started heaving.

"Goodbye then, Ron." Maxim clapped his shoulder:

"My goal is to venture once more to the sixth floor ’Maze Domain’, where there is a special environment that can catalyze breakthroughs."

His face hardened further:

"Remember my words, in the abyss never trust anything that appears ’friendly’. Every creature here, including those that look human, could be a deadly trap."

"I will remember." Ron nodded gravely, "And I wish you a successful breakthrough."

Maxim’s squad comprised three genetically altered combat slaves plus two mercenaries.

While their power was merely average, they held vast know-how in enduring the abyss.

The Miller Squad had gathered Ron’s group.

These pros boasted supreme skill in abyss delves, every member a survivor of endless deadly escapades.

"Maintain formation, do not act alone."

Miller’s leadership proved priceless here:

"This black sand can perceive the emotion of fear; the more afraid you are, the more likely you are to be attacked."

True enough, upon the team treading the black desert, the innocuous-looking bone sand promptly started wriggling.

Clustering beneath their boots, it rasped softly, as though tasting the vital force of the trespassers.

Ron triggered his sensory skill, unveiling a safer route in his distinctive view.

A twisting trail emerged, adroitly dodging the majority of perils.

"Thirty degrees to the left, avoid the darker area over there." He gestured ahead:

"The bone sand density is higher there, possibly hiding some predator."

Miller nodded confidently and shifted the group’s heading.

A battle-tested delver, he recognized that any minor irregularity in the abyss heralded fatal peril.

Through hours of vigilant navigation, they cleared the third floor’s chief hazard zone.