Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 811 - 365: Identity Exposed

Fury blazed like a volcanic explosion, but it swiftly turned into profound concern:

"Other apostles... they won’t understand our emotions... if they see your other half..."

Nari understood the essence of the other apostles far too well.

Covetous, merciless, treating everything as mere resources for plundering.

They could never allow anyone to hoard such a unique "treasure."

"They will take you away... they will hurt you... no, Mother absolutely won’t let that happen!"

A horrifying aura started radiating from Nari, the instinctive outburst of a born apostle in rage.

The ocean waters began churning and boiling violently, while the fabric of nearby reality twisted faintly.

"Mother has a way to protect you."

Firmness entered its tone, brimming with a mother's unyielding resolve to defend her young:

"Chaos storm... Mother can create a huge chaos storm..."

Through their shared consciousness, the puppet detected the fearsome power dwelling inside Nari.

This was a taboo technique that could unleash ancient chaos, capable of warping reality's laws over expansive zones for a brief period.

"In the storm... except for Mother and baby... no other existence can act and perceive normally inside... not even Supreme Apostles..."

This revelation caused Ron's pulse to race in the fourth layer—it was the flawless concealment he required!

"But..."

The puppet pressed on, relaying Ron's ingeniously crafted hesitation:

"The main body worries... if both bodies grow stronger... would the favor fed back to Mother be too much... causing a burden on Mother’s body..."

This innocent worry only deepened Nari's emotion.

Tears streamed from its massive eyes, coalescing into rare abyssal essence that shimmered within the seawater:

"My baby is so considerate! Actually worrying about Mother’s body!"

Maternal delight and pride saturated its voice:

"But baby doesn’t need to worry, the more favor, the happier Mother is! Mother’s body is strong, it can fully bear more favor!"

Nari hesitated, its tone growing even more fervent:

"Moreover... if the favor can be doubled... Mother’s spirit will become more stable!

Then Mother can take better care of baby, and can better protect baby from all other bad ones!"

This utterly guileless response drew a faint, wry smile from Ron despite himself.

Nari's innocence rendered all of Ron's elaborate preparations pointless; it backed every demand from the "child" without hesitation.

"Mother will go prepare now!"

Urgency sharpened Nari's voice as its enormous frame began tumbling across the seafloor:

"Quick, tell Mother where your main body is now? Mother wants to bring you back home! Keep you together forever, never apart!"

......

At the same moment, the reception hall of the Abyssal Observation Station brimmed with tension, like the hush before a gale.

Chloe perched on a custom-forged divination throne, her face veiled in black silk, ghostly pale beneath the magic crystal lamp's glow.

Arrayed before her, exquisite divination implements from the Astrology Association cast eerie gleams.

The "Celestial Sphere" hovered suspended, its inner nebulae clouds churning like living entities—coalescing into hazy forms one instant, dissolving into vapor the next.

Those mists shifted hues ceaselessly.

Deep violet at times, blood-crimson others, sporadically streaked with silvery white.

However, this wasn't an ordinary divination ritual.

To confront this pivotal life-or-death choice, Chloe invoked the Astrology Association's paramount hidden art—"Fork of Destiny."

"Professor Uther."

Light as thistledown, Chloe's voice carried gravity that stilled the room.

"This divination requires your assistance. I need to borrow your Void Remains’ stabilizing field to resist potential rebound from the destiny torrent."

Her fingertips grazed the "Celestial Sphere"'s surface, attuned to the archaic force pulsing within.

Uther's shadow inclined slowly, his countenance graver than ever.

Silver radiance wove about Chloe, crafting an elaborate barrier lattice.

Each filament felt silken smooth yet packed the might to repel most otherworldly strikes.

"Also... Miss Uphemia..."

Chloe regarded the adjacent Uphemia, reluctance evident in her words:

"I need a drop of your blood as a divination medium. Since you claim to be involved in the rescue, I must confirm what impact you will have on this action."

Uphemia's expression flickered subtly.

As the "masterpiece" artfully shaped by the King of Blood, her blood hid far too many secrets from the open.

Yet given the present bind, rejecting the demand would equate to confessing guilt.

Still, Father had laid specific defenses—it should hold... maybe...

"Of course."

With effort, she kept a poised smile on her face, pulling the elaborate blood-red dagger from her bosom:

"For the Ron Wizard’s safety, such minor cooperation isn’t worth mentioning."

The white-haired witch moved with speed, though a keen observer might detect the faint quiver in her wrists.

The dagger slashed across her fingertips, letting a few drops of blood trickle slowly into the crystal container Chloe had set out.

The moment the blood hit the container’s base, ferocious changes erupted.

The crystal container, previously clear as water, shifted in an instant to a profound, sinister dark red, far deeper and more menacing than the blood itself.

Chloe’s "Celestial Sphere" crystal started shuddering intensely.