Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 816 - 366: The Coming Storm (Part 3)

"Head to the Fifth Layer and stir up chaos for Blood Tear Duke Asmond, while also diverting the gaze of the other Apostles for me."

He stopped for a moment, his tone turning more alluring:

"As payment, I'll speak favorably to Professor Yutel on your behalf later and assist in obtaining an official role at the Observation Station.

Considering your present circumstances, this seems like a solid option for you."

Uphemia felt shock at this offer.

She had braced for interrogation or an outright assault, yet never anticipated such an apparently mutual-benefit deal from him.

"Why... why go through this?" she had to inquire, "Given your power, you could simply eliminate me..."

"You possess worth." Ron replied shortly and straightforwardly:

"A lifeless pawn holds no value, whereas a live one can fulfill bigger roles."

A chill gleamed in his gaze:

"Naturally, this assumes you're clever enough to grasp your dos and don'ts."

Uphemia rapidly calculated the advantages and drawbacks mentally.

This man's might surpassed her anticipations, rendering any head-on clash unwise.

"Should I accept, will you ensure your pledge?" she probed cautiously.

"Valuable vows I always honor," Ron answered coolly, "yet should you attempt deceit..."

He left it unsaid, yet the implied menace carried more weight than any statement.

Uphemia drew in a deep breath before nodding her assent, "I get it. When do we begin?"

"Immediately." Ron's reply stayed brief and firm:

"Proceed at once to the Fifth Layer before the other Apostles detect oddities. Bear in mind, stir turmoil, don't flaunt prowess."

Right as Uphemia prepared to depart, a terrifying deep growl resounded from the distance once more.

Magic power density in the atmosphere surged dramatically, worsening the instability of the warped reality fabric.

Countless fissures ripped across the Abyss Fourth Layer's sky, unleashing chaotic matter in cascading torrents.

Lacking stable shapes, these materials shifted fluidly—liquid streams one instant, gaseous drifts the next, or bizarre indescribable forms solidified.

"The Chaos Storm's fringe draws near..." Uphemia's complexion drained further.

Unease visibly gripped the pair of blood demons trailing her.

Time for additional culling, it appears...

"You two, battle one another," Uphemia issued a harsh order to the blood demons, "Victor consumes the defeated, evolving thereby."

Compelled by bloodline authority, the blood demons launched into mortal combat.

Ron watched the spectacle impassively, elevating his view of Uphemia slightly higher.

"Smart decision," he approved with a nod, "Within the Chaos Storm, numbers mean nothing; solely quality decides survival."

The clash of the blood demons proved savagely intense and swiftly ended, the bigger one claiming triumph.

At once, the victor set to consuming the vanquished's body, experiencing striking changes.

Its deep crimson hide deepened further, while sinews tightened markedly.

Crucially, the aura it projected hit the Morning Star Level threshold.

"Task complete," Uphemia affirmed pleased, glancing toward Ron:

"Next steps? The storm nears this spot."

"Follow me." Ron advanced toward a specific route, "I know a safer passage."

The Chaos Storm at last swept above the Flesh and Blood Forest.

Gravity's pull twisted erratically; Ron sensed tugs skyward then slams earthward intermittently.

Worse still, his sight warped horrifically; viewed scenes multiplied in layers, identical items manifesting in varied spots concurrently.