Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 821 - 368: This Is What Family Should Be Like (Part 2)

Family members do not instill fear or wariness in one another.

"This juncture will determine success or utter failure..." Ron swiftly assessed the potential outcomes in his mind.

Logic dictated an immediate withdrawal and the activation of defensive enchantments was the prudent course.

However, a powerful intuition suggested this was his sole opportunity to earn Nari's complete confidence.

Failure carried the risk of grievous bodily harm, potentially resulting in permanent, irreparable alterations to his form.

Conversely, success promised unwavering loyalty and backing from a being of Apostle-level might.

This internal deliberation concluded in under three seconds.

"Naturally, I would trust you."

Forsaking any thought of retreat, Ron moved forward with unwavering resolve, arms outstretched to welcome the tentacle that radiated an aura of impending doom.

"Because you are my mother, and I am your child. Family should not fear each other."

Upon hearing these words, every one of Nari's eyes widened in astonishment.

It was utterly unprepared for Ron's profound bravery and unwavering faith.

In its extensive existence, no entity had ever dared to intentionally touch its corrupting tentacles, much less with such blatant trust.

The instant the tentacle made contact with Ron's being, a descent into hell commenced.

A searing agony coursed through his body like an electric shock; this was no ordinary pain but a fundamental reconstruction at the very core of his cells.

He could perceive his very existence being forcibly rewritten, his entire form contorting involuntarily, and even his thoughts being infiltrated by an alien consciousness.

Strange, glistening scales began to manifest upon his skin, his veins swelled and turned dark, and his muscle tissues writhed with a life of their own.

Most disturbingly, he could detect ominous sounds emanating from within his own body.

It was the alarming sound of bones shifting and realigning, organs relocating, and his very blood changing its fundamental composition.

Even more horrifying was the insidious erosion of his spirit.

Countless fragments of pure madness surged into his mind like a tidal wave; ancient malevolence from the deepest chasms of the Abyss sought to infect every neural pathway.

He was bombarded with visions of myriad deaths, experiencing overwhelming waves of despair, terror, agony, and utter insanity.

Vivid hallucinations began to materialize before his eyes:

Unspeakable entities whispered from the encroaching shadows, and the very fabric of time and space seemed to warp and blur.

Yet, even amidst this excruciating torment, Ron compelled himself to maintain his sanity.

He activated the skill "Star Eater’s Ravings," allowing the frigid, detached power of the star to serve as an anchor for his spiritual core.

Astonishingly, Ron even managed to force a smile onto his face.

This was not a strained grimace but a genuine expression of his inner state.

Even as his body endured a descent into hellish agony, even as his spirit suffered unimaginable tribulations, he still offered Nari his unconditional trust.

"Thank you... for being willing... to embrace me... Mother..."

His voice, choked and broken by the pain, required immense fortitude to articulate each word.

"No! My child! Cease this immediately!"

Nari let out a cry of profound anguish and swiftly withdrew the offending tentacle.

Witnessing the horrific signs of corruption marring Ron's body, its own guilt and self-recrimination erupted within it like a volcanic inferno.

"Mother did not intend this! Mother merely wished... merely wished to see... I never imagined it would result in this..."

Nari's voice trembled with remorse and heartache; it desperately searched its own being for a solution.

Its colossal form thrashed violently in the ocean depths, churning up tempestuous waves.

"Wait! Mother possesses a method! Mother most certainly has a way to save you!"

In the ensuing moment, a colossal eye situated deep within Nari's form began to extrude a fruit roughly the size of a fist.

The surface of this fruit pulsed with a lifelike radiance, emitting an intoxicatingly sweet fragrance.

"This is the 'Life Fruit'! One of Mother's most cherished possessions!"

Nari carefully presented the fruit to Ron, its voice laced with urgent desperation:

"Quickly, consume it! It possesses the ability to reconstruct any damaged life structure, including the aberrant mutations wrought by Abyssal contamination! Please, you must recover..."

Ron's hands trembled as he accepted the extraordinarily precious fruit.

Even through the overwhelming agony, he could perceive the formidable life force contained within the fruit.

Its potency was almost comparable to the cumulative life energy of an entire metropolis.

Upon acceptance, the fruit dissolved, transforming into a warm, surging current that permeated his entire being.

The mangled muscle tissues began to normalize, the corrupted veins reverted to their original structures, and even the spiritual lacerations mended with astonishing speed.

More remarkably, the restorative process not only eradicated the damage but imparted additional, lasting boons.

Ron felt a significant amplification of his life essence.

His inherent resistance to Abyssal Power saw a substantial increase, and even his cellular regeneration capabilities were permanently enhanced.

"Constitution 3.9→4.3(+0.4)"

"Gained Special Talent: Contamination Resistance·Middle"

"How are you now? Does the pain persist? Are you experiencing any discomfort?"

Nari inquired with profound concern, its myriad eyes fixed intently on Ron, afraid to overlook even the slightest sign of distress.

Her worry was so genuine, so pure, as if she had completely embraced the persona of a mother.

"I'm completely healed, actually better than before," Ron stated truthfully. He extended a hand, gently caressing the nearest, ordinary tentacle of Nari.

"Thank you for saving me, Mom."

This display of closeness caused Nari to quiver with elation.

The entirety of the storm environment experienced intense turbulence mirroring her emotional shifts.

"My dearest child... Mom's one true beloved child..." Nari's voice resonated with maternal contentment and joy.

"Now, let's commence with that fusion ritual."

Nari began to channel the Chaos Power within, not for a destructive outburst, but for a meticulous alteration of the surroundings.

"Mom will craft the most perfect setting for you, ensuring no one can possibly interrupt our family reunion."

Around them, the Chaos Storm commenced an astonishing metamorphosis.

Under Nari's precise direction, the once chaotic energy reconfigured and intertwined, coalescing into a stable zone for experimentation.

Gravity, temperature, humidity, and even the temporal flow were adjusted to the optimal state for delicate procedures.

"Within this protective dome, even that perceptive old fox, Max, won't be able to detect our presence," Nari proudly announced its remarkable creation.

"Now, tell Mom what you require to complete the ritual? Whatever the cost of the materials, Mom will procure them for you."

Ron observed this ancient entity, so willing to bestow everything upon him.

His heart swelled with an indescribable mix of emotions.

There was the triumph of a meticulously crafted plan coming to fruition, the warmth of Nari's sincere affections, and a profound... sense of remorse.

Yet, soon, the cool rationality of a researcher reasserted its dominance.

Emotions are valuable, but they ought not to cloud sound judgment.

The paramount objective of this encounter was to attain power, acquire knowledge, and unlock the potential to surpass his own limitations.

"I require an area of absolute stability, alongside an environment conducive to fusing Soul Steel with Magic Crystal."

He proceeded to elaborate on the technical specifications for the fusion ritual.

"The entire procedure will take approximately seven to eight hours; even the slightest disruption could spell utter failure."

"Not a problem!"

Nari readily assented and began further refining the surrounding conditions.

"Mom's child is about to undertake a crucial ritual; any entity that dares to interfere will be unceremoniously torn apart by Mom!"

With this solemn vow, the surrounding space underwent even more precise modifications.

Witnessing these developments, Ron started to formulate the intricate particulars for his subsequent actions.

The fusion ritual was merely the initial phase; the true objective was to completely reshape the Stand-In Puppet into the ultimate weapon of his aspirations.

A sentient magic sword, capable of adapting to any circumstance, possessing inherent self-evolutionary capabilities, and fully under his command—an Active Magic Sword.

And now, he possessed the most formidable safeguard, the most invaluable components, the most immaculate environment, and a 'mother' prepared to sacrifice all for him.

Every element was unfolding precisely as charted, exceeding even his most optimistic projections.