Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 842 - 375: We’re Going Home (3)

Time elastically passed within the confinement chamber.

The afternoon luminescence penetrated the room via specially constructed panes, yet following repeated filtering, it assumed an unnatural, dark emerald shade.

Ron procured fundamental alchemical components, commencing minor experimental trials.

Notwithstanding the restricted circumstances, he successfully corroborated certain theoretical conjectures concerning the magic sword's distinct attributes.

Precisely as his focus intensified on the experiment, the magic sword suddenly emanated a subtle vibration.

It was a communication from Nari.

"My offspring..."

Nari's voice resonated from the core of his consciousness, imbued with a maternal tenderness yet interwoven with her intrinsic extraterrestrial nature:

"Are you faring well within that confined space? Your mother senses your... disquiet."

Her solicitude surged like an overwhelming tide, though Ron could perceive the formidable power concealed within.

Even the most placid emotional expression from an apostle-class entity carried a pressure capable of fracturing reality itself.

"I am well, Mother. Merely undergoing necessary protocols."

Ron conveyed gently, concurrently striving to maintain the equilibrium of his spirit:

"The individuals here exhibit considerable... apprehension towards abyssal energies, and require assurance that I remain unaffected."

"Those ignorant fools!"

Nari's emotional state instantly became volatile, the isolation chamber's ambient temperature noticeably escalating due to her ire:

"How dare they confine your mother's child? My strength exists solely for your benefit! Those imprints are my divine protection!"

Her wrath swept through the Consciousness Space like a tempest, only to be swiftly succeeded by maternal solicitude:

"My child, your mother can retrieve you and bring you home... those flimsy impediments pose no obstacle to me..."

"No, Mother, I implore you, refrain."

Ron swiftly interjected, acutely aware of the catastrophic repercussions should Nari manifest at the observatory:

"I must cultivate certain... social connections within this world. Your sudden appearance would precipitate considerable complications for me."

"Social connections?"

Nari's tone conveyed bewilderment, tinged with a subtle undercurrent of possessiveness:

"Do these detached kin hold significance for you? More than your mother?"

Her voice adopted a slightly aggrieved timbre, reminiscent of a child fearing abandonment:

"Mother possesses only you, her child... yet you have numerous options..."

This artless jealousy evoked a complex mélange of emotions within Ron.

On one hand, he was genuinely moved by Nari's unvarnished sentiments;

On the other, the inherent peril associated with her affection was starkly apparent.

"Mother invariably remains paramount."

He selected the most prudent response:

"However, just as Mother must uphold her standing in the Abyss, I too must maintain a specific persona within human society. Only through this can our bond be adequately safeguarded."

"Hmm..."

Nari contemplated for a brief period, her emotions gradually subsiding:

"I comprehend... akin to how Mother must conceal your existence from other apostles... you too must keep my presence unknown to humanity..."

"Precisely."

Ron released a breath of relief:

"Our association is unique and necessitates meticulous preservation."

"Very well then..."

Nari's voice resumed its gentle cadence:

"Mother shall await patiently... but my child, remember this: at any moment you require succor, your mother will appear without delay..."

The discourse extended for the better part of an hour.

Nari expounded upon the quotidian existence of the surrogate puppet:

The manner in which it acquired a novel abyssal dialect that day, enabling rudimentary communication with those sapient jellyfish;

How, on the preceding day, it assisted Mother in organizing the treasury, unearthing certain long-concealed artifacts;

Its profound enjoyment of Mother's recitations of primordial era tales, particularly the sagas of genesis and annihilation...

These seemingly commonplace particulars afforded Ron a more profound insight into the Abyss World.

It was not merely a perilous inferno but also a complex realm possessing its own distinct historical narrative.

Upon concluding his communion with Nari, Ron felt an profound sense of lassitude.

Not of a physical nature, but rather a mental depletion.

Following the cessation of his exchange with Nari, Ron inspected the magic sword clasped in his hand.

Through the period of its utilization, he had attained a more nuanced apprehension of this singular weapon's inherent properties.

Although the sword's activation threshold had not been fully reached, its fundamental shape-shifting capabilities remained operational.

He lightly caressed the hilt, and the magic sword commenced its immediate metamorphosis.

The argent metal flowed akin to liquid mercury, the blade progressively broadened and diminished in length, yet it proved difficult to coalesce into an effective configuration.

Ron attempted to reshape it into defensive shield form but achieved no discernible progress after a considerable duration.

"Perhaps the necessary conditions for activation remain unmet; no matter, I shall endeavor anew on a subsequent occasion..."

He positioned the magic sword upon a specialized pedestal adjacent to the testing chair, preparing to transition into a state of repose.

Despite the isolation chamber's unvarying environment, all its amenities were comprehensively provisioned.

The ambient environment, encompassing temperature, humidity, and the concentration of magical energy, was meticulously regulated to ensure peak human comfort.

Ron rested upon a bed crafted from memory metal, its surface automatically conforming to his body's contours.

The mattress adjusted its firmness, and the pillow changed its height.

Even the bedding's temperature shifted gradually, striving to achieve the ideal state for his individual comfort.

"I can finally depart from this place tomorrow..."

He shut his eyes, commencing a review of all that had been gained from the recent abyss expedition:

The successful forging of the magic sword, the profound bond formed with Nari, a newly acquired insight into the abyssal power dynamics, and all the future prospects and trials that lay ahead...

Any single one of these accomplishments was sufficient to drastically alter the course of his future growth.