Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 899 - 394: The Torrents of Fate

Chloe's cheeks grew warm upon hearing the question. The bashful emotion was evident even though her eyes were hidden by silk. She admitted, "I... yes, Professor. I am pondering how... how to foster a stronger connection with someone."

Uther chuckled softly and took a seat, the apparition's light stabilizing. "Haha, the concerns of youth are remarkably consistent." He then expressed his curiosity, "However, I wonder why you, as a distinguished Divination Master, do not employ your primary skill to resolve this particular issue?"

This suggestion sparked an idea for Chloe, making her realize she had been overlooking the most direct solution amidst her anxiety. "You are correct, Professor," she affirmed. She returned to the divination table, her hands gently caressing the Celestial Sphere crystal. "This can serve as excellent divination practice, can it not?"

"Precisely," Uther responded with approval, his silver eyes mirroring a teacher's encouraging gaze. "A truly wise individual should master the art of utilizing their innate talents to navigate life's decisions."

Chloe took a steadying breath, commencing the process of adjusting her spiritual state. Closing her eyes softly, she allowed her consciousness to drift into that unique state between wakefulness and the Dream Realm. "Guided by the stars, with destiny as my mirror..." she whispered the ancient incantation, initiating a subtle energy surge that permeated the surroundings.

The nebula within the Celestial Sphere crystal began to accelerate its spin, emitting an intensified glow. Illuminated by this radiance, Chloe could 'perceive' innumerable threads of fate weaving through the air. Her objective was to uncover clues pertaining to Ron and then devise the most effective course of action based upon them.

The initial symbol materialized—a striking butterfly, its wings shimmering with iridescent hues, flitting around a luminous flame. Despite its attraction to the alluring warmth, the butterfly was repeatedly repelled by waves of heat. As its wings began to char, the butterfly succumbed, its descent inevitable. Chloe frowned.

Despite the black silk, her features were undeniably delicate and appealing, accentuated by her distinctive long, blue-gray hair. Her allure, a blend of purity and enigma, was capable of captivating any man. However, the symbol's message was unambiguous: a courtship strategy centered on charm and affection was doomed to failure. The entity represented by the flame was too engrossed in its own pursuits to be swayed by such superficial enticements.

"As I suspected... this approach is ineffective..." Chloe mused with a wry smile, persisting in her exploration of other possibilities. The subsequent image depicted an indirect connection: a gathering of lambs beneath a towering spire, their gaze fixed upon the figure at its apex. Their bleating calls sought attention, yet the occupant of the tower remained indifferent, its gaze fixed on the distant stars. "Indirect overtures are also futile..." Chloe sighed inwardly. Among the numerous wizards seeking collaboration, she lacked a particularly prominent background or unique assets, making it difficult to distinguish herself.

The third symbol gradually took shape—a vast labyrinth enclosed by mirrored walls, filled with countless branching pathways. At its heart lay a shrouded figure, ensnared within a cocoon spun from abundant, fine threads. On the labyrinth's periphery, a guide stood holding a lantern, its light capable of penetrating the mirrored illusions and revealing the true course.

Chloe's heart began to pound. This symbol, more intricate than the preceding ones, conveyed an exceptionally clear meaning. The imprisoned figure signified someone ensnared in complexity, while the lantern-bearing guide... "Professional capability..." she articulated softly, her thoughts crystallizing. "Not emotion, nor allure, but demonstrated professional guidance..."

The symbol continued to transform, revealing further intricacies. She observed the labyrinth's mirrors beginning to display shifting images. The visage of a white-haired woman repeatedly appeared, sometimes distinct, other times hazy, suggesting deliberate obfuscation by some force. "Uphemia..." Chloe's pupils narrowed slightly beneath the dark veil. The final element of the symbol rendered the celestial guidance unequivocally clear. The lantern's beam illuminated one of the mirrors, and the white-haired woman within materialized, ceasing to be a mere reflection. Concurrently, the figure cocooned in threads began to break free, liberated by the unveiling of truth.

As the divination concluded, Chloe released an extended sigh. Her back was slick with perspiration; the profound symbolic interpretation had significantly depleted her Spiritual Power. "It appears you have discovered the answer," Uther remarked.

Uther's voice softened, the surrounding apparition's light also mellowed: "What counsel have the stars bestowed upon you?"

"They have illuminated my understanding..." Chloe's voice grew firm:

"My worth lies not in being a mere admirer, but in ascending to the role of a professional collaborator. Particularly... especially when navigating intricate societal dynamics."

She rose and approached the room's window.

Glimpses of the distant observation station's myriad lights could be seen through the specialized glass crafted from Abyss Worm nerves.

Among those lights, some emanated from mundane Magic Crystal Lamps, while others pulsed with an unsettling luminescence.

These hues signaled the ongoing progress of diverse experiments.

"I was once involved in the identification verification process for an individual..."

Gently caressing the Celestial Sphere crystal adorning her chest, Chloe's thoughts sharpened: