Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 843 - 375: We’re Going Home_4
Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Nevertheless, he was acutely aware that as his influence and power escalated, more intricate challenges would inevitably arise.
The approach of Uphemia, the persistent gaze from formidable entities like Cassandra and the King of Illusions, and the subtle currents within the New Star Plan all pointed towards this.
"I must navigate these relationships with increased prudence..."
With this reflection, Ron began to drift into a light slumber.
However, just as his consciousness was about to fully descend, that familiar sensation of lucid dreaming returned.
The fabric of reality started to waver, and the metallic confines of the isolation chamber contorted and warped, much like melting wax.
The orderly patterns of rune circuits began to writhe erratically, resembling a cluster of agitated serpents struggling in futernation.
"It appears the Dream Realm is pulling me in once more..."
Ron felt no alarm; his past encounters had taught him the importance of maintaining a calm demeanor amidst such supernatural occurrences.
The distinct vistas of Fairyland started to materialize around him, and this time, the imagery was notably clearer and more stable.
The Floating Islands, no longer mere indistinct shapes, now presented as vivid landscapes rich with intricate detail.
Cascading waterfalls of rainbows poured from the heavens, flowing with liquid emotions, each droplet encapsulating distinct fragments of memory.
Grand Crystal Palaces hovered serenely in the sky.
Each one showcased a unique architectural design, its interiors shimmering with a luminous glow that signified diverse fields of knowledge.
"Welcome back to my domain, young seeker."
The voice of the King of Illusions resonated like a celestial symphony, and this time, the communication was distinctly more coherent and steady.
"It seems your consciousness projection is far more stable this time around than previously."
Ron inclined his head in a polite gesture and activated "Extraordinary Recognition" to analyze the surrounding environmental shifts:
"The Energy Fluctuation within Fairyland also feels more harmonious; what could be the reason for this?"
"It is because I have reached certain accords with Uther."
The King of Illusions offered a cryptic smile, refraining from elaborating further:
"Furthermore, with the augmentation of your Spiritual Power, you are now capable of processing more advanced levels of information transmission."
As he spoke, the surrounding panorama began to subtly transform.
The islands that had been freely floating started to rearrange themselves into a distinct configuration, forming an expansive, circular grand hall.
At its core, several seats crafted from pure light were positioned, encircled by crystalline screens that displayed a variety of data.
"Pray be seated; we have several crucial matters requiring our attention."
Ron took a seat, experiencing a gentle warmth emanating from the luminescent chair.
The sensation was peculiar; despite being within a dreamscape, the tactile feedback felt astonishingly genuine.
"Firstly, allow me to commend your performance within the Abyss."
The King of Illusions' eyes gleamed with a discernible admiration:
"Your interaction with Nari surpassed even my most optimistic projections.
You have not only acquired a formidable ally but, more significantly, discovered a novel paradigm for power advancement."
Ron's brow furrowed slightly; he found the sensation of being perpetually under intense observation rather unsettling.
The King of Illusions appeared to sense his disquiet, emitting a soft chuckle:
"Heh heh... To be scrutinized by us signifies your inherent worth, a stark contrast to being a forgotten casualty within the Abyss."
"Let us set that aside for the moment. My purpose in contacting you today is to impart some profound secrets.
Regarding that young lady of the Blood Race who is approaching you, the concealed truths behind the Blood Moon Clan, and... a grand scheme in which you may soon play a part."
Upon hearing this, Ron's expression grew decidedly serious.
He understood that for an entity of the King of Illusions' caliber to expend such significant effort for a cross-realm communication, it would not be without grave cause.
Extremely vital information must be on the verge of being disclosed.
"I await your explanation."
"The Uphemia Pellet... the white-haired girl who claims lineage as a prodigy of the Blood Moon Clan..."
The King of Illusions' voice deepened, and the surrounding crystal displays began to flicker with relevant imagery:
"She is indeed an creation of the Blood King, Aiden, yet her very genesis is intertwined with an elaborate, meticulously crafted conspiracy."
The screens shifted to display images of Uphemia.
However, these depictions focused not on her usual refined beauty but on the gruesome scenes surrounding her creation.
Innumerable test subjects writhed and contorted in excruciating agony.
The "daughters" who failed were brutally eliminated, while Aiden observed every detail with a disturbing sense of gratification.
"Aiden believed he was executing a clandestine, personal agenda..."
The King of Illusions' tone carried a distinct note of derision:
"He harbored the conviction that by forging Uphemia, he could penetrate the highest circles of the Wizard World and achieve his ultimate objectives.
Yet, in actuality, every action he undertook unfolded precisely as we had anticipated."
"We?" Ron precisely grasped the significance of the pronoun used.
"Myself, and the King of Absurdity, Hector."
The King of Illusions didn't hesitate, divulging this stunning revelation: "Although direct collaborations are rare between us, when it comes to handling Aiden, our objectives align perfectly."