Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 805 - 363: The Forgotten Ones...

In the depths of the Flesh and Blood Forest, the "Explorer One" golem presses forward slowly under autonomous control.

Its black-gold frame contrasts sharply amid the grotesque jungle of twisted organs.

Every step presses into the slick, bloody earth, yielding a revolting squelch akin to trampling a newly dead body.

Ron tracks the golem’s progress via the spiritual link, yet his focus wavers, drawn to other concerns right now.

The exchange with Maxim during their descent had chilled him to the core.

"Master Maxim, do you remember Master Corina?"

He had ventured the question cautiously, aiming for a light tone.

"The silver-haired mentor from the School, always in her silver mask."

Maxim’s response lingered vividly in Ron’s mind.

The Wizard’s brow creased first, his delicate scales twitching faintly as he pondered, emitting a soft hiss like a serpent sloughing its skin.

His face morphed from bewilderment to profound disquiet, settling into a near-terror-stricken void.

"Corina?" Maxim echoed the name, his tone hollow and vacant:

"That name... means nothing to me."

Torment flashed in his eyes, tainted by the abyss and murky with haze.

It was as though a buried memory fought fiercely to emerge, only to be crushed by an unseen, oppressive power.

"Silver hair, mask, my fellow at the Black Mist School..." Maxim’s words quivered:

"I ought to know her, I should recall... but... but..."

He halted abruptly, gripping his head in a vise.

The silver scales convulsed wildly, like living things burrowing frantically beneath his flesh.

"Damn it! Why does this name ring so true, yet escape me entirely?!"

Desperation and fury laced Maxim’s cry: "It feels like someone branded my mind with a searing tong, ripping out something vital!"

His turmoil was so intense that the abyssal aura beyond the void remains shield began to churn.

The warped visages outside the barrier all swiveled their gaze, jeering in silence.

Uther shot a glance with a scowl, noting Ron’s acquaintance, and held his tongue.

"Master Maxim, calm yourself." Ron kept his voice even:

"The abyss magnifies dark feelings; you must rein it in."

"I’m sorry... I lost control." Maxim drew deep breaths to steady himself.

Yet an odd dread filled his look at Ron:

"Ron, that person you spoke of... did she truly exist? Or... are we trapped in some shared delusion?"

This profound uncertainty pierced Ron with icy dread.

"Of course she did." He affirmed resolutely, though doubt seeded in his mind:

"Master Corina, the rising Wizard sent from the Crystal Tower to the Black Mist Jungle.

She fetched me from the Faruk Kingdom to the School and later guided Trish."

"Trish?" Maxim’s confusion deepened: "Yet another name I don’t recognize..."

"You and Master Corina knew each other well." Ron urged gently:

"You shared an exploration team, delving into the Abyss Sixth Layer as one."

"No... it can’t be..." Maxim croaked:

"I never joined female Wizards for abyss runs; my companions were all... all..."

He broke off, his features twisting into deeper horror.

"I... I can’t remember a single teammate’s name!"

Despair saturated his words:

"I recall the team, the battles together, the bonds forged in peril... but their faces, their names—blank voids!"

Such primal terror shook this battle-hardened Wizard, veteran of endless perils, like a frightened youth.

As if vital figures had been scrubbed clean from his recollections!

Maxim’s morale plummeted to despair’s depths:

"I retain spells, lore, countless specifics... but those key individuals, the ones who mattered most—they’ve vanished!"

Watching the gray-haired, worn man teeter on collapse, Ron felt profound pity.

"The Land of Oblivion’s reach exceeds Professor Yutel’s warnings." He pondered inwardly:

"It doesn’t just erase the devoured; linked memories suffer too."

This truth was profoundly unsettling.

Should the Land of Oblivion wield such reality-warping might, vast voids could scar the Wizard World’s history.

How many pivotal heroes, incidents, or vital lore lineages have this power obliterated?

And the survivors remain oblivious to their losses.

"Master Maxim," Ron at last uttered, his tone carrying a soothing reassurance:

"Maybe I got the memory wrong; after all, the abyss surroundings can trigger illusions."

It was a compassionate falsehood.

Though Ron held a firm conviction inwardly, he had no desire to inflict more suffering on Maxim.

In the end, what purpose would revealing the truth serve?