Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 834 - 373: No Wonder You’re My Child

“Because you are my child, after all,” Nari responded gently, her countless tentacles weaving the final protective barrier.

“There’s no need for defenses between family.”

As the bubble sealed, Ron found himself in an extraordinary space.

It radiated a warm life essence, and the very air exuded a comforting aura.

Most remarkably, he could still vaguely perceive the external world, as if Nari’s senses had become his own.

Simultaneously, outside, five Pathfinder pioneers were cautiously nearing the storm’s periphery.

“Can you sense it?” one of the Flesh Demons rasped.

Its voice, a layered amalgam produced by hundreds of throats, sounded like an unsettling choir:

“The intensity of this peculiar storm… far exceeds normal parameters…”

“Lord Mad Bite has detected an Apostle-level discharge of energy,” another Flesh Demon added, its myriad faces contorting simultaneously, displaying a spectrum of emotions.

“And its prolonged duration suggests more than simple predatory behavior.”

The Dream Spiders remained in an unsettling quietude.

Their beautifully-faced abdomens kept their eyes sealed, seemingly immersed in profound perceptive analysis.

Their eyeball-like legs rotated ceaselessly, leaving fleeting afterimages in the air with each turn.

“What are the Nightmare Queen’s directives?” the Flesh Demon inquired.

The largest Dream Spider slowly unveiled its eyes, its pupils mirroring intricate, shifting patterns.

The patterns morphed continuously, resembling a living labyrinth:

“Observe, document, and, if feasible… acquire some samples.”

Her voice was silken smooth, yet a chilling coldness underscored her words:

“Lady Selena is deeply intrigued by this anomalous chaotic aura release.”

At that precise moment, the Chaos Storm underwent a dramatic alteration.

Its formerly stable perimeter began an outward expansion, its acceleration catching even these formidable Abyssal entities by surprise.

The aura of chaos surged forth like an unstoppable tide, fundamentally reshaping reality in its wake.

“No! Retreat swiftly…” The Flesh Demon had barely uttered the warning when the chaotic edge enveloped their position.

In the ensuing instant, the five powerful Abyssal beings were submerged within the chaotic domain Nari had conjured.

Within this domain, the fundamental laws of existence were utterly rewritten.

The direction of gravity began shifting erratically; the Flesh Demons found themselves pulled skyward one moment, then slammed toward the ground the next.

Temporal flow displayed extreme variations; time in certain sectors nearly ceased, while in others, it rushed forward at an accelerated pace.

Even the basic properties of matter became volatile. Their blood started transforming into a variety of bizarre liquids.

Some shifted into liquid mercury, others into molten lava, and some coalesced into strange, luminous, unknown substances.

The Flesh Demons unleashed harrowing screams as their physical forms began to distort uncontrollably.

Muscular tissues liquefied and flowed, skeletal structures realigned themselves.

Even their composite faces started to melt, their expressions contorting into an unbearable spectacle.

The Dream Spiders encountered slightly less immediate peril; their ethereal nature offered a degree of resistance against the chaos.

However, their eyeball-like appendages started exhibiting ghosting images.

Each leg simultaneously occupied multiple distinct spatial coordinates, presenting a scene akin to surrealist art.

“This level of chaos manipulation…”

One of the Dream Spiders realized with terror that it could no longer sustain a stable form of being, its abdominal face beginning to warp:

“This surpasses an Apostle’s capabilities…”

They desperately attempted to break free from the chaotic realm.

Yet, Nari’s influence held them fast, like unseen shackles.

Any effort to utilize teleportation or phase shifts resulted in the chaotic energy corrupting these abilities, redirecting them to even more perilous locations.

As these scouts descended into despair, a chilling voice emanated from the storm’s core:

“Since you have arrived, do not be in haste to depart.”

Nari’s voice resonated through the storm, now imbued with an unfamiliar coldness.

This was no longer the tender mother addressing Ron, but a true Abyssal Apostle, a terrifying entity wielding primordial chaos:

“Allow me to instruct your master… on the fundamental principles of respect.”

The instant these words were uttered, the chaos’s intensity escalated dramatically once more.

Two of the Flesh Demons could not endure the amplified pressure, their bodies commencing disintegration at a molecular level.

Their screams echoed like the simultaneous wails of countless souls, but quickly met an abrupt end.

Their entire existence was utterly annihilated by the chaotic power, leaving no soul fragments, as if they had never been.

The three remaining Dream Spiders fared marginally better, though they barely managed to retain a semblance of their physical form.Their exquisitely beautiful faces contorted, letting out screams of utter despair. The sounds were a stark contrast to the beautiful melodies, saturated with agony and utter hopelessness. At this critical juncture, the Chaos Storm's tendrils stretched outwards once more. This time, its gaze wasn't fixed upon the unfortunate scouts but shifted towards the two Apostle bodies concealed far off. Located roughly tens of kilometers from the storm's epicenter, within a tear in the fabric of space. "Maddened Bite" Mogron was intently observing the unfolding events. This ancient Apostle possessed an appearance that perfectly aligned with its dreadful moniker.