Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 820 - 368: This Is What Family Should Be

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Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Ron confesses that Nari, the Stand-In Puppet, was an Alchemy creation controlled by his consciousness. Nari is heartbroken by the revelation, but Ron explains that Nari's own tenderness has given the puppet near-life characteristics that he can feel. He then reveals a Magic Power Amplification Crystal, prepared to enhance the puppet and double Nari's 'Favor' feedback, revealing his deep dedication to this project.
"You could have used these precious materials on yourself." Nari’s voice deepened: "With your talent, you could choose a simpler path. Why choose this... complicated way?" This question struck the core of Ron’s motivations. He remained silent for a considerable time, seemingly organizing his thoughts. "Perhaps, I too long for that feeling of... being needed, being cared for." His voice grew softer, tinged with an unusual vulnerability: "Since I embarked on the Path of the Extraordinary, I have grown accustomed to facing everything alone. Calmness, rationality, independence... these qualities allowed me to move faster on the Wizard’s path, but they also gradually isolated me from warmth." Ron lifted his head, his gaze meeting Nari’s myriad glowing eyes: "Through the puppets, I felt the warmth of unconditional love. That feeling... made me realize what I’ve been searching for all along." This candid emotional outpouring caused Nari’s heart to pound fiercely. It had never imagined that this seemingly indifferent young man harbored such profound loneliness deep within. "My child..." Nari’s voice became even softer, filled with tenderness: "You’ve gone through so much... no wonder your spirit looks so... resilient." But then, its tone shifted to one of gentle probing: "However... since you long for motherly love so much... why use deceit? If you had come directly to me and told me your needs..." "Because I’m afraid." Ron interrupted, his voice trembling slightly: "You are the legendary Abyssal Apostle, a terrifying existence feared by countless wizards. And I am just an ordinary young wizard, afraid that if I approached directly, you would tear me to pieces." He paused briefly, his eyes brimming with sincerity: "But now I understand, you are not the terrifying monster of legend. You are merely a... lonely mother, longing for a child to need your care." This statement touched the most sensitive part of Nari’s heart. As a being feared by the vast majority of creatures due to its chaotic nature, it did indeed yearn to be understood, accepted, and needed. "Do you... really think this way?" Nari’s voice turned cautious, like a child fearing rejection: "You are not afraid of my appearance? Do not detest my tendrils? Do not fear my power?" "Initially, yes, there was some apprehension." Ron answered honestly: "But fear often stems from ignorance. Through this time spent together, what I see is not a terrifying monster, but a mother willing to give everything for her 'children'." At this moment, Nari realized it was facing a profound choice. Though it had confirmed the puppet was an artificial creation, it could no longer discard the emotional bond it had established with this 'child.' More importantly, losing the puppet’s positive feedback would plunge it back into chaos and pain. And the young man standing before it was the key to sustaining all of this. "If I accept you..." Nari’s voice became hoarse, fearful of the other’s answer: "How would you treat our relationship?" This was a crucial question. Ron could feel the probing and caution embedded in the inquiry. His intuition warned him that if he answered this question incorrectly, catastrophic consequences might follow. Though Nari longed for familial warmth, it would not be easily fooled a second time. "I would treat you with sincerity." Ron’s response was concise and firm: "Though I cannot offer you bloodline bonds, I can prove my sincerity through actions." He extended his hand, slowly reaching towards the nearest tendril: "Moreover... I hope this relationship can continue." But at this precise moment, Nari suddenly made a move that surprised Ron. It reached out not with an ordinary tendril, but one covered with countless Abyssal Contamination patterns. This tendril exuded a terrifying aura capable of warping reality. The contamination on its surface writhed slowly, emitting a nauseating, slick sound. "Wait..." Nari’s voice suddenly became somewhat lively, like a mischievous mother wanting to test her child’s reaction: "Before we become true family... Mother wants to see if you can really accept all of me..." The tendril slowly advanced towards Ron, its surface patterns becoming more active. Every pattern twisted like live snakes, emitting a wicked aura that could drive spirits mad. Any ordinary creature touching such contamination would undergo irreversible distortion instantly. "If you truly regard me as your mother... you shouldn’t fear Mother’s touch, right?" This was clearly a test, a judgment of whether Ron truly accepted its brutal essence. Ron’s body tensed instantly, every cell screaming at him to flee. As a rational researcher, he clearly understood the dire consequences that contact with this level of abyssal contamination would bring.The skin would start to decay, the muscles would contort into grotesque shapes, the bones would shift and reform, and even the nervous system would undergo a complete overhaul. More terrifying still was the corruption on the spiritual plane. Like a virulent contagion, ancient malevolence from the abyss's deepest reaches would infiltrate thoughts, transforming a sane individual into a deranged beast. Yet, just as his body was poised to react on instinct, a different voice resonated within his consciousness. It was a cautionary whisper from his inspiration, imparting a profound truth: To forge a genuine familial bond, absolute trust and complete acceptance are indispensable.