Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 810 - 364: No One Can Harm My Child! (Part 3)

"Blake." Miller’s tone rang out firm like granite, abruptly silencing his teammate’s remarks.

Rising deliberately to his feet, his battle-hardened eyes, forged in endless Abyss delves, scanned every squad member.

"You’ve all fought alongside me through thick and thin, so you know when to trust solid judgment."

His brief, forceful statement hammered into the hearts of his comrades with unyielding impact:

"Within the Abyss, emotions unchecked prove far more lethal than beasts or hexes. If Mr. Ron insists on going solo, he has valid grounds for it."

Miller’s stare settled on Ron, brimming with unwavering faith:

"We’re no nannies or deadweights. With his firm choice of this route, we owe him that same level of belief."

Camilla slipped the final Healing Potion into the Storage Bag.

"At least..." she faced Ron, "at least carry the emergency flare. Should you face something beyond your control..."

"Pointless." Ron replied with the steady calm of reviewing lab results:

"Apostle-level entities possess Perception spanning hundreds of miles.

Flares or any Magic Power ripples would merely reveal locations and introduce needless risks."

His eyes passed over the group, tone laced with absolute certainty:

"Believe my assessment—this remains the best course."

Miller fixed Ron with a profound glance, then nodded at last.

As a seasoned delves veteran, he grasped their boundaries well.

"Got it. Seventy-two hours." The grizzled warrior’s words fell heavy, like a blunt blade carving flesh:

"Fail to return, and we’ll alert the Observation station per protocol."

He hesitated briefly:

"May knowledge light your way, Mr. Ron."

Once Miller’s team vanished fully amid the warped organ thicket, the Flesh and Blood Forest sank back into quiet.

Merely the viscous fluid oozing from the "trees" kept dripping steadily, each droplet pulsing with a heartbeat-like cadence.

Ron erased the final trace of warmth from his face, eyes hardening to glacial chill.

Confronting the looming peril solo stirred not dread from his core, but a thrill bordering on mania.

"True leaps forward demand matching hazards."

He softly touched the Storage Bag on his belt, sensing "Explorer One" via the Spiritual Link.

Deep in the woods, the Golem hummed along smoothly, every function green.

The atmosphere reeked of decay and hopelessness, each inhale gulping down the grudges of myriad lost spirits.

Yet Ron had long acclimated to this realm, even coming to savor its raw, savage allure.

"Time to verify the Stand-In Puppet’s exact condition."

Shutting his eyes, he dove into the profound Spiritual Link with the puppet.

Consciousness stretching forth, his Perception bridged vast expanses in a flash, piercing to the Sea of Darkness’s heart...

......

Amid the Sea of Darkness’s profound depths, smothering gloom teemed with colossal, unfathomable presences.

Nari’s colossal form, akin to drifting peaks, glided languidly along the ocean floor, breaths sending powerful surges through the waters.

But now, this terrifying behemoth that struck fear into explorers everywhere revealed an utterly alien facet.

"My precious little one, how are you feeling today?"

Nari’s visage, studded with myriad eyes, drew close to the nutrient sac, its Consciousness Domain voice tender like a cradle song.

"Yesterday, Mother ventured to the sixth layer just to fetch the ripest ’Fruit of Time’ for you."

Delicately, it withdrew a strange fruit aglow with silvery sheen.

Time-liquid coursed over the fruit’s skin, its mere sight evoking the burden of endless epochs.

Suspended still in the custom sac, the Stand-In Puppet, after weeks of devoted tending, now radiated faint signs of vitality.

Abruptly, the puppet’s runes blazed with intense light, fiercer than before, bathing the sac in mini-solar brilliance.

Every eye on Nari bulged wide, its enormous frame freezing:

"Darling? What’s the matter?"

Anxiety gripped it, tentacles softly caressing the sac’s exterior:

"Feeling unwell? Or famished? Mother will fetch something even more delicious right away..."

Right then, a miracle unfolded for Nari, one without precedent.

The puppet "spoke."

Silently, via info-stream plunging straight into Nari’s mind’s core.

This contact thrilled it to near-insanity, tentacles thrashing madly through the sea, spawning a huge vortex.

"Ma... Mother..."

The puppet’s data pulses came haltingly, infused with a newborn’s odd purity and bewilderment:

"I... I can feel... such a strange feeling... like... like there’s another me..."

Nari sensed its heart nearly halting—if that odd Energy Core could even be called a heart.

Such treasured and long-craved contact from the puppet left it speechless for an instant, unsure how to reply.

"My darling can speak! My darling can talk to Mother!"

Nari’s voice resounded across the whole vault, brimming with unadulterated delight.

Once the initial rush of emotion passed, Nari quickly picked up on the crucial detail in the puppet’s message.

As a millennia-old entity with a childlike mind, its grasp of life’s mysteries surpassed that of typical creatures:

"Another you? Darling, do you mean... you possess another form?"

"No... not another form..."

The puppet’s awareness sharpened, like it was swiftly mastering clearer expression:

"It’s... a symbiotic body... two bodies... one soul... the main body is... very far, far away..."

Nari sank into profound bewilderment from this revelation.

Countless bizarre lifeforms had crossed its path, yet nothing quite like what now transpired before it...

"Do you mean..." Nari inquired carefully, wary of interrupting the child’s musings:

"You have another body? Like... like some deep-sea jellyfish splitting off a satellite body?"

"Yes, dear Mother."

Fluency grew in the puppet’s replies, its communication skills blossoming with each exchange:

"Moreover... only when the two bodies merge can I realize my true potential.Just like you hope, becoming stronger, to bring you more stable power."

Nari’s face shifted ever so slightly at these words.

"But... but where is the other body then?"

Anxiety filled its question as its enormous eye scanned the vault, as though the "form" lurked nearby:

"Mother can go and bring it back! No matter how far, no matter how dangerous, Mother will bring back your other half!"

Nari’s vow rang with utter sincerity and devotion.

Even the puppet—or rather, Ron distant in the Flesh and Blood Forest—experienced a faint twinge of remorse.

"No need for you to search personally, dear Mother."

Tenderness softened the puppet’s tone, overflowing with thanks for such devotion:

"Actually, my other half has sensed my location and is on its way here. It can find the exact direction through our symbiotic link."

Excitement shook Nari to its core, though realization soon dawned:

"But... but what if the other apostles discover the existence of your other half?"

After a brief pause, the puppet replied in near-mournful tones:

"It is very weak, dear Mother. Just an ordinary Wizard body without special abilities like mine. If discovered by other apostles..."

"No!"

Nari’s mind exploded like a tsunami, churning the nearby waters into frenzy and scattering local Abyssal beasts in terror:

"No one can harm my child! No one can!"