Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 866 - 383: The Brighter the Candle, the Fiercer the Storm (Part 2)

Silently reciting the inquiries in his mind, he gently tossed the dice.

The three dice tumbled across the carpet, and their final positions caused his heart to plummet.

"Star of Destruction, Wheel of Chaos, Gate of Death..."

This configuration represented one of the most perilous outcomes he had ever witnessed.

Regardless of interpretation, the message was unequivocal:

Proceeding with the shared consciousness technology research at this juncture would inevitably precipitate catastrophic results.

However, upon rephrasing the query to "research this technology after becoming an Ancient Alchemist," the dice yielded a dramatically different outcome.

"Light of Wisdom, Wheel of Balance, Gate of Opportunity..."

This stark dichotomy illuminated the profound significance of temporal alignment for him.

It became evident that the disparity in power levels directly influenced the risk calculus when delving into certain proscribed fields of research.

Attaining the Four-star Profession of an Ancient Alchemist might indeed constitute the minimum prerequisite for engaging with such advanced technology.

"Therefore, the current strategic imperative is..."

Ron carefully gathered his divination implements, meticulously formulating his discourse for the subsequent day's review assembly.

It was imperative to completely abstain from any mention of shared consciousness or virtual world interfaces.

Should the review committee members initiate inquiries on these topics, his response would be a deliberate evasion, citing "insufficient technological maturity."

His research endeavors must be strictly confined to established and secure domains.

Abyss Adaptability Training, enhancements for mobile deployment, and fundamental optimizations for simulation fidelity—these constituted relatively safe avenues for development.

Rising to his feet, Ron approached the window, his gaze sweeping over the distant, illuminated spires piercing the night sky.

Each towering structure symbolized a distinct research trajectory, and every beacon of light represented the dedicated efforts of numerous scholars.

Yet, beneath this veneer of progress, how many concealed perils lay dormant?

How many dedicated researchers, in their unyielding quest for knowledge, had unwittingly stumbled into fatal traps?

"Tomorrow's review meeting..."

He mentally revisited the key points of his presentation.

Only by accumulating sufficient power and influence could he contemplate advocating for more ambitious, idealistic transformations.

Until that juncture, maintaining a discreet profile and exercising extreme prudence remained the most judicious course of action.

He retrieved another artifact acquired that evening from his spatial storage—a talisman known as the "Eyes of True Wisdom," bestowed by Chester.

This heritage item, originating from the esteemed Blake Clan, possessed not only considerable practical utility but also signified a potential link to the traditionalist faction.

Although Chester currently found himself in a precarious position, the deep-seated influence of the traditionalist faction would not be entirely extinguished by mere transient political difficulties.

At an opportune moment, this established connection could yield unexpected benefits.

With utmost care, Ron secreted the talisman within a well-concealed inner pocket and commenced preparations for his departure.

The review meeting scheduled for the following morning was set to commence at ten, necessitating adequate rest.

......

As dawn broke over the Central Lands, the first golden rays of sunlight streamed through the crystalline windowpane into Ron's temporary abode.

He was already stirring, making his final arrangements prior to departing.

Laid out meticulously on the table were the essential materials for the day's review:

intricate technical schematics, verified experimental findings, and the painstakingly refined research report itself.

"Master, you appear somewhat apprehensive."

Ailan's voice resonated from behind him, her slender green tendril gently brushing his shoulder in a gesture of warm reassurance.

The Tree Spirit's acute Natural Perception enabled her to detect the subtle tremors in Ron's emotional state.

"It is not nervousness, but rather a heightened state of caution."

Ron turned towards his devoted assistant, a spectrum of complex emotions flickering in his eyes:

"In circumstances such as these, even the slightest oversight could precipitate dire repercussions."

He refrained from delving deeper into his apprehensions; certain perilous knowledge was best kept concealed, even from one's most trusted confidants.

Dale's head emerged from the Crystal Pool, her silvery tresses shimmering like liquid moonlight in the early morning light:

"Master, would you permit us to accompany you? While we cannot attend the proceedings within the chamber, we could at least wait nearby."

This display of concern evoked a comforting warmth within Ron's chest, yet he opted to decline:

"That will not be necessary; such academic gatherings are governed by stringent protocols. Furthermore..."

He paused, his tone growing more somber:

"Today's review may encompass intricate variables, and your presence could introduce unforeseen complications."

Ailan and Dale exchanged a glance tinged with concern but did not press the matter further.

They understood that, during moments of such critical importance, deferring to their master's judgment was the most prudent course.

Ron conducted a final inspection of his attire.

The immaculate black robe of an Official Wizard, the insignia signifying his standing as a Lecturer affixed to his chest, and the "Eyes of Time" talisman, a gift from Cassandra.

Each element was purposefully chosen, conveying an aura of scholarly diligence and distinguished position.

"I am departing now."