Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 812 - 365: Identity Exposed (Part 2)

Inside, the nebula mist grew wildly restless, firing a spectral blue ray directly into the core of Uphemia’s blood.

The white-haired witch next to her paled in an instant.

Something was amiss! A powerful sense of foreboding welled up in her heart.

Indeed, right after the ray pierced in, eerie bubbles started rising on the liquid’s surface within the container.

Every bubble popped with a soft lament, like myriad tiny souls writhing in torment.

Complex patterns emerged from the blood inside the container.

This wasn’t chaotic swirling, but symbols laden with definite intent.

Distorted human visages, a fractured crown, and bizarre geometric forms defying description.

"This blood..."

Fear trembled in the blind girl’s voice, her fingers clamping the chair armrests hard, knuckles drained of color from the strain:

"It holds imprints of supreme power... this isn’t mere bloodline alteration... this is..."

Her speech cut off abruptly, as if beholding a forbidden, nightmarish reality.

"This carries the stains of primal corruption."

Uther’s tone chilled like a northern winter gale, the silver glow encircling the phantom honing into razor-edged forms.

"King of Blood Aiden... that depraved false king... and whoever struck the vile pact with him..."

A storm of feelings surged in the old professor’s eyes—rage, regret, and profound grief:

"I should have foreseen it; given that man’s ways now, she definitely set up spare paths..."

His stare lanced into Uphemia like a razor blade:

"You’re one of those paths, right? Uphemia Pele, or... ’Experiment 18’?"

That label slammed into Uphemia’s heart like a bolt from the blue.

It had been her codename in the King of Blood’s lab, her very first "name" at creation, the dreaded emblem she yearned most to erase.

The flawless facade she’d worn for years crumbled utterly in that instant.

"I..."

For the first time, the white-haired witch’s voice shed its poised elegance, raw panic and terror flooding through:

"I can explain... yes, I am indeed father’s... creation... but that doesn’t mean I mean harm to Ron!"

Her face contorted:

"I know you don’t trust me... I know my origins look shady... but Ron’s really in peril right now! My powers can truly assist him!"

Uphemia’s voice quivered, marking the first time she bared such frailty before others:

"I... I just want to show my value... I don’t want to be cast aside..."

Uther’s features stayed rock-hard, the space near the phantom warping with crushing pressure:

"Aiden’s spawn shows up at my observatory, claiming to ’help’ my top student?"

The silver radiance sharpened further, like endless see-through blades floating in the air:

"Declare your real aim, blood puppet. Here for some nasty bloodline fusion rite? Or to snatch Ron’s research?"

During the charged impasse, Chloe’s shaky voice broke in:

"Wait... let me complete the divination first..."

Strangeness laced the blind girl’s tone with resolve:

"Whatever her background... we must learn what her role means for Ron’s destiny... that outweighs quarreling over her past..."

She laid her unsteady hands upon the "Celestial Sphere" crystal.

"By the stars as witness... by destiny as guide... unveil the forking roads ahead..."

As the ritual advanced, the nebula in the "Celestial Sphere" crystal roiled, slowly birthing two sharply contrasting swirls.

The left swirl radiated steady silver-blue luster, its vision fairly sharp:

Ron plunging solo into the Flesh and Blood Forest’s depths, apparently holding cordial exchange with a huge abyssal being.

Though hazards littered the path, the end result shone positive.

He gathered the needed resources, returned unscathed, and his power advanced moderately.

Yet the right swirl brimmed with intricacy.

Chaotic rainbow lights poured from it, scenes within flipping wildly, hypnotic as a turning kaleidoscope.

Some parts depicted a white-haired woman’s silhouette granting key support to Ron, dodging lethal pitfalls and securing surprise windfalls.

But elsewhere, that same woman ignited turmoil.

Her presence tangled easy matters, sparking endless runaway consequences.

"The outcome... is clear..."

Chloe gradually parted her black silk-shrouded eyes, fatigue weighing her words:

"If Uphemia stays away... Ron’s fate line holds steady... he’ll finish the set missions sans big threats... reaping solid gains..."

She hesitated for a moment, facing Uphemia as her tone turned grave:

"But if she gets involved... the situation will turn incredibly messy..."

Chloe trailed off without completing her words, yet all those present grasped the implication from her facial expression.

The moment Uphemia heard this result, the light of hope in her gaze shattered completely.

She had believed her importance was unmatched and vital, but now discovered she amounted to little more than a disposable element.

"Alright, you can leave now."

Uther flicked his hand dismissively, treating her like a bothersome insect to swat away.

"Wait..."

Chloe interrupted once more, her voice tinged with a sudden realization: