Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 817 - 367: Is It All an Illusion?

The chaos storm at last arrived high above the Flesh and Blood Forest.

Gravity's direction flipped erratically; Ron sensed himself yanked toward the heavens one instant, then shoved down to the earth the next.

Even scarier was the warping of vision; the sights before him showed layered, duplicate images, with identical things popping up in various spots all at once.

"This is the true power of the Innate Apostle..."

While Ron fought to stay steady in the turmoil, he studied how the storm worked: "Direct rewriting of reality's core laws..."

He triggered "Star Eater’s Ravings," forging a firmer link between his mind and the stars.

The stars' cold power acted like a steadfast anchor, steadying his thoughts and letting him keep sharp reasoning amid such harsh conditions.

Uphemia fared far worse.

Though her blood demon had evolved, it failed to fully fend off the chaos's corrosion.

The mighty blood demon began showing bizarre changes.

Its arms and legs melted away gradually, while fresh ones sprouted from its body.

"No!" Uphemia frantically worked to steady the blood demon via their bloodline bond.

Yet her attempts proved futile against the fierce chaos onslaught, like a mere splash in an ocean.

"Stop the useless struggle!" Ron’s voice cut through the storm's howling din into her ears:

"In a chaos storm, forcing control only hastens the breakdown! Let it fade on its own!"

Hearing this counsel, Uphemia’s eyes flickered with tormented conflict.

This blood demon represented a hard-won fighting asset; ditching it filled her with reluctance.

Still, logic confirmed Ron’s assessment rang true.

"I understand..." Gritting her teeth, she deliberately cut the bloodline tie to the blood demon.

Without its master's backing, the blood demon got wholly consumed by chaos; its wails rang through the gale before fading into nothingness.

But right when Uphemia feared the storm would engulf her next, a firm grip seized her wrist.

"Hold tight." Ron’s words rang out with striking sharpness amid the mayhem: "I will take you out."

In spots of special peril, he always sensed them ahead and spotted routes to dodge them.

"How do you do it?"

Uphemia couldn’t resist inquiring:

"I’ve met many Abyss veterans, but none adapt to chaos realms like you..."

"Observation, learning, adaptation."

Ron replied briefly and spot-on:

"Chaos seems random, but it obeys superior patterns. The secret lies in grasping it from the right angle."

The pair pressed forward through the chaos storm, as the views around them shifted nonstop.

At times, glimpses of alternate timelines appeared—the very same forest, yet altered.

In certain timelines, the Flesh and Blood Forest became a crystalline woodland;

In others, a barren wasteland stretched out;

In more, a colossal mechanical construct blanketed the whole zone.

"These are all possible parallel realms..."

While advancing and watching, Ron delved deeper into the chaos storm's true nature:

"The Innate Apostle’s might not only twists the present world but fleetingly unveils other potentials..."

This insight sparked a fresh appraisal of Nari’s powers.

Mastering such ability, or merely decoding its workings...

After a grueling journey, they entered a safer zone.

Now, scant space separated the fourth from the fifth layer.

"Thank you..." Uphemia panted, her eyes on Ron brimming with thanks, "Without you, I’d have faced a grim fate."

Death wouldn’t claim her in the Abyss, but getting fully stranded in the storm would exact a heavy toll to escape...

Plus, losing her power would diminish her standing with "father," her deepest dread.

After all, with a No. 18 subject, a No. 19 could follow... she wasn’t irreplaceable to the King of Blood.

"No need to thank me." Oblivious to her inner turmoil, Ron just said:

"I simply refuse to squander a valuable pawn on the board."

He gestured toward a spot ahead:

"The path to the fifth layer lies there; go finish your task. Remember, stir up sufficient disorder, but avoid pushing too hard."

Uphemia eyed the way forward, then the furious chaos storm at her back, a complex feeling stirring within her.

"What about you?" she couldn't resist asking, "Where are you heading?"

"I have my own business to handle." Ron offered no further details, "Once the mission is finished, stay at the Observation Station and wait for my signal."

With those words, he spun around and strode into the heart of the chaos storm, that terrifying vortex of doom.

Uphemia gazed in stunned disbelief as Ron's form vanished into the warped void, as though he had never been there at all.

"Monster..." she whispered under her breath, then wheeled about and soared toward the Blood Tear Duke's domain.

......

"The meeting spot lies right ahead."

In a different location, Ron came to a stop, his eyes fixed on a somewhat steady zone.

A colossal bone platform loomed silently within the chaos storm, akin to the ultimate shelter in a raging gale.

He advanced carefully onto this steadier ground, every footfall letting him feel the faint quakes rising from the bone beneath.

These primordial giant beast bones, even tens of thousands of years after their demise, continued to exude a defiant aura against chaos, as if not even death could wipe away the fierce determination they possessed in life.