Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 840 - 375: We’re Going Home

The entry inspection hall at the Abyssal Observation Station always emanates an unsettling aura. Purification crystals embedded within the walls pulse rhythmically every few seconds. Ron stands stoically at the inspection table as tentacle-like scanning devices hover around his body. These devices, constructed from living metal, are interwoven with delicate nerve fibers capable of detecting even the slightest energy fluctuations. Presiding over the inspection is a researcher in her early forties, a witch whose left side of the face bears severe burns from an early abyss incident, leaving her skin with a texture akin to rough bark. When the scan results materialized on the display screen, the middle-aged witch’s expression became instantly fixed. "This… this is impossible…" Her voice trembled, and her unburned hand instinctively began to stroke her ravaged cheek, a habitual sign of extreme nervousness. "The aura of chaos emanating from you… its purity… good heavens… this is the highest level abyssal imprint I have ever encountered…" The screen didn’t display an ordinary energy spectrum but a dynamic, ever-shifting geometric figure. The lines twisted like serpentine creatures, coalescing into various indescribable symbols, each radiating an eerie beauty that threatened to drive one to madness. "Level assessment… this strength… Apostle level…" Another technician, a gaunt middle-aged wizard, arrived to provide assistance. His hands had turned an unnatural blue-black hue from prolonged exposure to abyssal materials, and his nails had hardened like metal. "Apostle level… theoretically, anyone exposed to this level of imprint should have already…" The wizard trailed off, but his unspoken implication was clear to all. An Apostle-level aura of chaos typically meant that the individual exposed was either deceased or had irrevocably transformed into an unnameable monstrosity. "Please… please cooperate for a deeper examination." The middle-aged witch struggled to control her emotions, her voice still laced with a tremor. "We need to confirm your… consciousness integrity…" The surrounding explorers began to murmur amongst themselves, their gazes shifting between awe and palpable fear. Some instinctively took a few steps back, apprehensive that the aura of chaos might somehow contaminate them. "Of course, I understand your concerns." Ron perceived the surging fear within the inspection personnel like overwhelming tides. "No one understands the dangers of the abyss better than the researchers; I will cooperate fully with the standard testing procedures." The subsequent inspection process was marked by bizarre and unsettling details. The spiritual contamination scanner emitted not its usual buzzing sound, but an eerie tone reminiscent of a baby’s cry. As the blood analyzer processed his sample, the internal culture liquid began to emit its own luminescence, as if infused with liquid starlight. The most disturbing revelation came during the nervous system check. As the probe made contact with Ron’s temple, countless overlapping human faces materialized on the inspection device’s screen. These faces, belonging to individuals of all ages and genders, shared a single, transcendent expression, as if they were contemplating a truth beyond ordinary human comprehension. "These faces…" The wizard stared at the screen, his blue-black fingers starting to tremble slightly. "They are… they are smiling at us…" Yet, paradoxically, all conventional contamination indicators registered entirely opposite results. "Spirit stability 99.3%… consciousness clarity 99.7%…" The middle-aged witch repeated the data, seemingly unable to reconcile it with her own observations, questioning the accuracy of her equipment. "The concentration of abyssal factors in the blood… is even lower than the standard value… this logically makes no sense…" She looked up at Ron, her intact eye brimming with bewilderment and a touch of reverence. "What… what exactly have you come into contact with?" "Certain… relatively harmless beings." Ron's response was curt and intentionally vague, yet the implications were enough to stun everyone present. The notion of making relatively "harmless" contact with an Abyssal Apostle was utterly surreal. Just as the inspection neared its conclusion, Wayne, the supervisor, slowly approached the scene. His half-petrified face appeared particularly grotesque and menacing under the stark inspection lights. "Wizard Ralph…" Wayne’s voice emanated from the depths of his throat, carrying a gravelly texture like stones grinding together. "It appears your recent exploration… has yielded abundant results." He paused, a flicker of envy visible in his petrified left eye. "However, rules are rules. Any returnee bearing an Apostle-level imprint must undergo isolation observation. This is not a personal directive but is for… the safety of the entire observation station." Wayne’s words were delivered formally, yet the implicit respect he conveyed was more pronounced than before. In a place like the Abyssal Observation Station, raw strength served as the most potent form of validation.

"I fully comprehend, supervisor," Ron affirmed, his head bobbing in agreement. "Safety protocols are paramount, particularly within a setting such as this."

"Thank you for your understanding and cooperation..." Wayne gestured for him to proceed. "The isolation chamber is situated further within, offering superior shielding. For the next three days, should you require any provisions – be it literature, research apparatus, or raw materials for experimentation – we will endeavor to fulfill your requests to the best of our abilities."

They descended a spiraling passageway, the path leading them deeper underground.

"These walls..." Ron intently examined the enclosing environment as they advanced. "What material constitutes them?"

"Abyss Worm neural tissue," Wayne replied with a succinct and unambiguous statement. "Subjected to specialized processing, these tissues possess the capability to detect and nullify a variety of detrimental spiritual emanations. For an isolation zone, it represents the most suitable construction element."