Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 870 - 384: The Great Wizard’s Appreciation (Part 3)

A sense of impending danger alerted Ron. He instantly grasped that this was a carefully orchestrated test, designed by those cunning veterans to gauge if he was still delving into technologies that flirted with forbidden territories.

"Regarding Master Lance's theories, I have indeed pursued some research into related literature," he stated, carefully choosing his words. "However, while those concepts possess remarkable theoretical potential, their implementation under current technological conditions carries excessive risk. My research has consistently centered on improving the practicality of existing Abyss exploration and combat simulations."

"Is that so?" Vinard's voice held a subtle undertone. "Yet, theoretically, your Chaos Adaptation network is capable of linking multiple nodes. Should one desire to achieve cross-regional consciousness interaction, your technical framework could serve as the complete infrastructure."

"Theoretical possibilities and actual research directions are distinct matters," Ron declared with a firm shake of his head. "My objective is to forge superior training tools and combat simulation systems to bolster explorers' survival capabilities in Otherworld environments. As for technology enabling deeper consciousness interaction... that falls outside my present research purview."

Calvin's writhing tentacles stilled, and several reviewers exchanged knowing glances.

"A most judicious response," August murmured, a fraction of the sharp intensity fading from his eyes. "Concentrating on practical applications and steering clear of hazardous domains that could unleash uncontrollable consequences—this truly exemplifies the discernment of a seasoned researcher." The reviewers nodded in agreement.

Following this, Vinard posed the final inquiry: "If... given ample resources and sufficient time, to what extent do you envision this technology could advance?"

Ron paused, considering. He understood the gravity of this question and that his answer would significantly influence the ultimate judgment of these esteemed academic figures.

"I perceive three potential avenues for development," he articulated carefully. "The first is miniaturization; current devices are excessively bulky. If they could be reduced in size, true mobile training would become feasible."

"The second is deepening the simulation; we are presently limited to simulating merely the initial four layers of the environment. If more profound environments could be replicated, it would offer more valuable training for High Tier explorers."

He deliberately hesitated before revealing the third direction in a measured tone: "Finally, networking. Theoretically, connections could be established between multiple devices, enabling users to engage in team training within a virtual environment, or even undertake remote collaboration across different regions."

This concept immediately captivated everyone's attention. Though Ron had intentionally understated the deeper ramifications, all present recognized the profound significance embedded within this technology.

Once the questioning concluded, the review panel convened for an internal deliberation. Ron was politely asked to step out of the conference room and await the outcome in the adjacent lounge.

In the lounge, a few other scholars awaiting their reviews conversed quietly. Upon noticing Ron, their eyes reflected a mixture of awe and envy. The personal attendance of the Great Wizard for a review was an exceptionally rare honor within the entirety of the Crystal Tower.

An hour later, the conference room door creaked open. An assistant indicated that Ron could re-enter to receive the final verdict.

As he pushed the door open, the palpable shift in the room's atmosphere was immediately evident. The preceding skepticism and subtle hostility had vanished entirely, replaced by an unmistakable aura of admiration.

Vinard rose, the chill in his silver eyes giving way to a warm glow. "Lecturer Ron Ralph, following the unanimous deliberation of the review panel..." He paused deliberately, allowing the anticipation in the air to reach its zenith. "We not only endorse the publication of your paper in the 'Deconstruction' journal but also designate it as a cornerstone research achievement for this issue. You are now the youngest key author ever recorded in this journal's history."

Alicia's flame transformed into a gentle golden hue. "In light of the significance and ingenuity of your research, the School Alliance has resolved to allocate an additional five thousand Contribution Points and five hundred Magic Stones. This funding should adequately support your pursuit of more profound research."

However, what truly astonished Ron were Vinard's subsequent words: "Furthermore, I wish to discuss certain... personal matters with you privately." The Great Wizard's Void Remains projection emanated an even more brilliant silver luminescence. "All others, today's review concludes here. We thank you for your participation." The other reviewers departed, casting approving glances toward Ron as they left. Soon, only Ron and Vinard remained within the conference room."Young man, are you aware?" Vinard's tone softened considerably, tinged with a touch of reminiscence. "Two centuries ago, while engineering the initial generation of devices, I identified those inherent deficiencies. However, restricted by the technological constraints and... my personal limitations back then, an effective resolution eluded me." He ambled through the conference chamber, his metallic form projecting shifting patterns of light and shade onto the floor. "I was perpetually anticipating, anticipating a breakthrough of those impediments. To be candid, when Uther apprised me that I would be presiding over an assessment for a youth from the 'Conquest Faction,' considerable reluctance settled upon me." Vinard halted near the window, his gaze fixed towards the far-off Abyss. "In my estimation, such political sycophants merely sully the unblemished nature of scholarship. But today... you have altered my viewpoint. You've demonstrated that the genuine ethos of academia has not faded amidst this turbulent epoch." He pivoted to face Ron, a glimmer of a smile gracing his silver irises.