Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 900 - 394: The Torrent of Fate (Part 2)

"The current predicament of that individual is intricate, potentially necessitating further divination to ascertain the most effective course of action."

"An excellent proposition." Uther expressed his approval with a nod:

"Always remember, genuine connections are forged on the bedrock of mutual requirement and shared esteem."

The projected image of the Void Remains began to waver, its prolonged manifestation clearly draining significant energy:

"Take your rest. Tomorrow promises to be a pivotal day."

As silence reclaimed the chamber, Chloe found herself standing alone by the window.

Her silvery-gray tresses caught the gleam of the arcane crystal lamp, and the face concealed by her black veil exuded an aura of profound mystery.

She recalled the words once spoken by Astraea:

"An astrologer's duty is not to foretell personal destinies, but to offer counsel for critical junctures. When the currents of history are poised to shift, we serve as the guiding lights."

The full significance of this statement now resonated within her.

Ron was undeniably the pivotal figure at this juncture of fate.

Her role, therefore, was not to be a mere encumbrance or a decorative element, but rather to provide expert guidance when it mattered most.

"Tomorrow..." Chloe's voice was a soft murmur, now imbued with an unfamiliar resolve:

"Tomorrow, I shall seek him out. Not as a shy admirer, but as a professional master of divination."

Her mind began to meticulously map out the impending conversation.

Initially, she needed to showcase her deep comprehension of Uphemia's predicament, followed by an exposition on the technical merits of divinatory validation, and finally, the presentation of a concrete plan for collaboration...

Each segment demanded careful orchestration; this was not an endeavor driven by emotion, but a deliberate display of professional capability.

Through such an engagement, she was certain she could demonstrate her true worth.

"This is where my value resides..."

Her gaze hardened with determination:

"Not in physical beauty or lineage, but in the synergy of our professional skills."

......

In the solitude of his personal study late at night, Ron occupied a seat at his ancient oak writing desk.

Four meditation candles, emitting a subtle azure luminescence, were alight in the room's corners.

These specially prepared candles served to steady spiritual vibrations and offer essential safeguards for delving into esoteric lore.

A faint aroma of dragon blood herb permeated the air, a rare fragrance known to mitigate contamination and decay to a degree.

Upon the desk rested a leather-bound notebook, its cover unadorned.

Upon channeling spiritual energy into it, intricate runes and explanatory diagrams materialized across its pages.

The script seemed to writhe subtly on the parchment, as if imbued with a life force of its own.

"The core principle of reversing causality lies in re-establishing the sequence order..."

Ron meticulously penned his insights onto a fresh sheet of parchment with a quill.

"Conventional curses adhere to a linear causal chain: 'inciter → magical consequence → target.' However, curse reversal manipulates this chain within the confines of space..."

He paused, his pen hovering as he contemplated the newly sketched diagram.

It depicted an elaborate three-dimensional runic structure.

Visually, it bore resemblance to a fusion of the Möbius strip and the Klein bottle from a past existence.

Any attempt to trace its surface invariably led to an endless loop at a specific nexus point.

"The crucial element is mastering the precise 'moment of reversal' precision..."

As he delved deeper into the text, Ron realized the formidable complexity of this ability.

The practitioner had to accurately embed a reversal node within the causal framework at the exact instant the opponent's curse took effect.

This imperative demanded an extensive mastery of runic magic, temporal-spatial theories, and the study of souls.

[Curse Reversal (Prototype) Experience Points +1]

[Current Progress: Curse Reversal (Prototype 8/100)]

The notification on the translucent interface confirmed his learning progress, yet simultaneously underscored the protracted timeline required for proficiency.

Merely grasping the fundamental theories necessitated a substantial expenditure of both time and mental fortitude.

As he was engrossed in deciphering a complex runic formation, a gentle rapping emanated from beyond the study.

The knocking followed a specific cadence—three prolonged beats followed by two short ones—the prearranged signal for 'urgent but not critical' matters between him and his two aides.

"Enter," Ron commanded, swiftly concealing the arcane materials from the desk while discreetly activating the room’s privacy ward.

The door glided open, revealing Ailan’s verdant form in the threshold.

Her leaves rustled faintly, a usual indicator of her sensing an anomaly.

"Master, a visitor requests an audience," the tree spirit’s voice carried an unusual gravity:

"She claims to have received an introduction from Professor Yutel, however..."

"However, what?"

"Her aura instills a sense of unease within me," Ailan confessed truthfully:

"It’s akin to the oppressive stillness preceding a tempest; her soul… it seems to bear a burden far too great for someone of her years."

This description instantly evoked in Ron the memory of the sightless young woman he had encountered at the observation post.

Ailan, possessing an innate and sharp intuition, sensed a profound omen in the "unease" she felt.

"Did she disclose her reason for being here?"

"Yes, her name is Chloe Star Voice."

Ailan's leaves rustled against the door frame, a telltale sign of her nervousness.

"She spoke of urgent matters concerning divination, and furthermore… she also referenced the name of that woman from the Blood Moon clan."

Ron's gaze instantly turned piercing.

At this juncture, when divination, the Blood Moon clan lady, and Yutel's endorsement were all connected, the conclusion was clear.

"Kindly request she wait in the drawing-room. I shall join her shortly."

Several minutes passed before Ron encountered Chloe in the parlor.

The young woman continued to conceal her eyes with a black silk cloth, yet tonight, her anxiety seemed particularly pronounced.