Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 907 - 396: Power Bank (Part 3)

After their departure, Ron found himself alone in the quiet reading room, deep in contemplation regarding the accumulation of blessings.

"The current avenues for acquiring blessings are already quite plentiful," he mused internally.

He ran through the list in his mind:

"Eve's consistent feedback, the growth experienced by the students in the elite team, Lilia’s progress from afar at the Jade Tower, the academic prestige gained from publishing research papers, and now the learning progress of Chloe and Uphemia..."

"All of these contribute to a rather substantial amount."

A palpable sense of 'fullness' continuously intensified within him.

"According to Eve, blessings are crucial for the compression of magic power at the Moon Level."

He distinctly remembered the girl's previous warning:

"Furthermore, during the higher-level cohesion of the Void Remains, blessings function as an indispensable 'soul adhesive.'"

These revelations filled him with eager anticipation for his future advancements.

With such a robust stockpile of blessings, his progression was bound to be smoother than the average cultivator's.

"Moreover, I possess the advantage of the pocket watch."

He gently caressed the smooth surface of the silver pocket watch, sensing the temporal power it contained:

"There's no need to expend blessings to cleanse pollution, allowing every single blessing to be directed solely towards strengthening my power. Such an advantage is exceedingly rare, even among geniuses of the treasure level."

He also had a well-defined strategy for enhancing the pocket watch further.

"Hunting Time Hounds is, in fact, the most efficient method for charging it," he concluded.

Recalling the pocket watch's performance during his prior encounters with Time Hounds, its charging efficiency demonstrably surpassed that of any man-made materials:

"While the Sands of Time are effective, their cost-performance ratio is far too low."

As one of the most coveted materials on the market, the Sands of Time consistently commanded a high price.

This premium was attributable not only to their scarcity but also to their irreplaceable utility in various high-tier alchemical devices.

The indispensable role of the Sands of Time as a medium for numerous time-manipulating spells ensured a perpetually high demand in the market.

He had leveraged his authority and spent a considerable sum of magic stones on the Sands of Time, only to see a mere five-point increase in limits—hardly a cost-effective endeavor.

"Once I reach the Moon Level and successfully transition into a Historian, further in-depth historical research will naturally draw the Time Hounds to me."

He began formulating a hunting strategy in his mind:

"At that point, I'll not only acquire valuable research data but also recharge the pocket watch simultaneously, achieving a dual objective."

For him, by then, confronting those Time Hounds would no longer represent a perilous threat that brought him to the precipice of death.

Instead, they would transform into—one by one, living 'charging stations' actively seeking him out.

The original creator, Erica, had incorporated the power core of a Dog King into this pocket watch.

This might explain why the pocket watch's core ability, 'Time Reset,' shared such a striking resemblance to that of the Time Hound.

Consequently, hunting Time Hounds to replenish the pocket watch's energy was akin to using the original manufacturer's adapter for a phone, inadvertently aligning with this inherent cycle.

A potent soul anchor, coupled with a generous reserve of blessings and an ever-expanding network, painted a bright future.

The immense potential prospects invigorated him slightly.

Just as he was lost in these profound thoughts, the reading room door opened gently.

Uther's ethereal projection drifted in, its silver luminescence casting a sharp reflection upon the dark obsidian tabletop.

"It appears today's lesson concluded successfully," the old professor's voice resonated with evident satisfaction.

"I can discern the positive changes in those two students."

"They are indeed remarkably gifted individuals," Ron commented with candid honesty.

"Uphemia's capacity for learning is astounding, and Chloe possesses an exceptionally sharp grasp of the concept of time. Should they be afforded ample time, they will undoubtedly live up to their standings in the 'New Star Plan.'"

"Oh yes, there is one more crucial detail you need to be aware of," Uther's tone shifted, becoming more enigmatic.

"The theoretical data concerning curse reversal will automatically become accessible once you attain a sufficient level of comprehension."

"This method..." Ron raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp, "Is it implemented to prevent information leaks?"

"Precisely," Uther affirmed with a nod.

"Given that it pertains to direct interventions by two Witch Kings, all potential risks must be meticulously minimized. You will only gain access to the core knowledge when you possess adequate strength and understanding."

As Uther prepared to depart, Ron suddenly spoke, his voice cutting through the quiet.

"Professor, I have a question to ask." Though his tone remained composed, a subtle flicker of puzzlement surfaced in his eyes.

"With your qualifications and inherent capabilities, wouldn't personally instructing Chloe yield a far richer feedback of blessings? And furthermore, I haven't even officially transitioned to the rank of Historian yet..."

Uther's spectral form paused, the ambient silver light seeming to dim slightly.

After a prolonged silence, he released a sigh so faint it was almost imperceptible.

"Your perception is quite keen, Ron." The elderly professor's voice was tinged with profound weariness:

"Indeed, my experience would make guiding her yield superior results. However, the current situation..."

As he slowly rotated in the air, his spectral form seemed unusually burdened:

"Under my present condition, any additional blessing feedback offers no significant benefit."

This explanation immediately sparked a realization within Ron.

"You mean to say..."

"My decline has reached a critical threshold." Uther's tone became tinged with bitterness:

"Much like a lamp on the verge of extinguishing, adding more oil will only prolong its flicker for a few fleeting moments."

His phantom began to drift lazily around the room, leaving a subtle luminescence in its wake:

"While Chloe possesses exceptional talent, the blessing feedback she might provide, given my current state, could only sustain me for a few additional months, perhaps stretching to one or two years at most. This minimal gain is hardly comparable to entrusting her to someone who can truly benefit from her potential."

"However, you are different." Uther's gaze fixed on Ron with a particular intent:

"You are on the cusp of entering the Moon Level, a stage where the compression of magic power demands substantial blessing support. Chloe's feedback would be far more valuable to you than it could ever be to me."

He took a moment to pause, a complex expression clouding his silver eyes:

"Furthermore, this can be viewed as a form of reciprocation. The blessing feedback you previously offered me extended my existence for several decades."

Ron's heart felt a stirring, deeply moved by the elder's almost magnanimous gesture of allocating such a precious resource to another.

"Professor, I am incredibly grateful that you would..." His voice was laced with an unusual depth of emotion.

"There is no need for further words." Uther made a dismissive gesture, his phantom becoming even more ethereal:

"This is the most logical arrangement. You receive Chloe's blessing support, she receives the most suitable guidance, and I..."

His voice faded further into the distance:

"I now merely need to continue drawing upon the feedback from you and Eve to sustain my existence. This equilibrium serves everyone's best interests."

Ron regarded the old professor with a profound gaze.

Within the self-serving machinations of the Wizard Society, encountering such a selfless elder was, without question, a remarkable stroke of fortune.

"It is not solely about that," Uther's phantom momentarily flared with renewed brilliance:

"Though you have not formally ascended, your actual capabilities are already on par with many seasoned historians."

Ron offered a subtle nod, beginning to perceive the intricate logic underpinning this arrangement.

"Moreover, having you mentor Chloe presents another significant advantage."

Uther's tone deepened further:

"The path of a Historian demands not only mastery of techniques but also a distinct... viewpoint."

"What sort of perspective do you mean?"

"An observer's perspective." The old professor's response was imbued with wisdom:

"Historians must cultivate the ability to remain objective and rational under all circumstances, uninfluenced by personal emotions or biases. In this regard, you are far more qualified to impart this lesson than I am."

His phantom swayed with an elegant grace in the air:

"I have lived for too long, witnessed too much, and bid farewell to far too many. At times, maintaining true objectivity becomes a struggle. But you, you are different; your rationality is inherent, pure. This quality is precisely what Chloe needs to cultivate."