Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 920 - 401: Nari’s Secret
Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
On the Seventh Floor of the Abyss, nestled among thirteen thrones, an unprecedentedly heavy atmosphere permeated the chamber. The very air felt compressed, each breath laden with immense pressure. The quiescent, central gray vortex seemed subdued by the monumental undertaking at hand.
Maggs, his form a tapestry of countless black threads, meticulously separated fine tendrils. Each thread shimmered with a distinct hue, symbolizing the diverse ability fragments amassed over eons. These threads wove an intricate, three-dimensional lattice in the air, a masterpiece defying human comprehension.
"Progress status?" Chai Ye’s three faces simultaneously inquired, his voice betraying deep fatigue. This endeavor had consumed his origin power for months, dulling the formerly vibrant dragon head and dimming the luster of its golden scales.
"Far more complex than anticipated," Maggs' voice resonated from the myriad threads, imbued with profound solemnity. "To fuse thirteen distinct Apostle essences is akin to forcing fire and ice into harmony, or merging order with chaos."
He paused, a flicker of concern crossing the mask adorned with nine eyes. "Furthermore, preserving the host's rational clarity demands not just power balance, but an intimate understanding of the soul's essence. The slightest misstep could instantly lead to the host's collapse."
From the Fifth Throne, Isabella, the 'Daughter of Transformation,' who had arrived later, displayed fatigue on her half-formed face. Her silver Scale Armor had lost its sheen, and her once-regal posture seemed to droop.
"The power we've invested is equivalent to recreating a common Apostle," she stated, her voice tinged with apprehension. "If this attempt fails again... our accumulated efforts will be wiped clean. More critically, can we endure another failure?"
"We will not fail," declared Nas, the 'Invisible Mist,' from the Third Throne. His cloud-like form, studded with numerous eyes, radiated resolve. "The timeline indicates the success probability for this attempt is higher than ever before. While I cannot discern specifics, the currents of destiny are aligning with our predictions."
He paused, his tone deepening with mystery. "Moreover... an external influence is subtly altering the energy equilibrium throughout the Abyss. This phenomenon might prove to be an unexpected boon to our plan."
At this precise moment, Maggs abruptly halted his work. The aerial threads froze, emitting unstable energy fluctuations. "The Ranking Match warm-up is imminent. I must dispatch a clone to oversee it."
"Now?" Chai Ye's three faces knitted in unison, the rational visage expressing clear displeasure. "Your divided attention will compromise the seed's stability. This level of fusion project cannot tolerate the slightest distraction." The greedy face chimed in with a complaint, "We've already poured so much origin power into this; to interrupt the work now..."
"Precisely why I must send only the most basic clone," Maggs replied, his tone laced with helplessness, yet his eyes held a peculiar glint. "However, the Ranking Match is crucial for the entire Abyss's power balance and cannot be skipped. Also..."
He paused, his nine eyes simultaneously shifting focus towards a particular direction. "I've sensed something peculiar about the recent changes on the Fifth Floor, particularly concerning the inherently chaotic Nari. Her energy fluctuation patterns have undergone a complete transformation."
"Transformed?" Isabella seized upon the critical detail. "What kind of change? I recall Nari's chaotic essence was deemed beyond control." Maggs' thread-like body contracted slightly, a tell-tale sign of deep contemplation.
"That is precisely the baffling aspect," he mused. "From my observations, Nari's current spiritual state is exceptionally stable, more so than at any prior point in history. She can even engage in complex tactical thinking, a feat impossible for her inherent chaos." Nas's cloudy eyes began to swirl uneasily.
"The timeline also registers an anomaly," Nas disclosed. "Nari's destiny trajectory has become obscured, as if shielded by an immensely powerful force."
"Could she have absorbed some unique entity?" Chai Ye's cunning face proposed the hypothesis. "Or perhaps obtained an Abyss treasure capable of stabilizing rationality?" It was known that Nari had previously flaunted a supposed 'treasure' to Chai Ye, who, intending to hoard it, now offered this misleading suggestion to the other Supreme Apostles.
"Highly unlikely," Maggs responded, shaking his head.
"My perception encompasses nearly every notable artifact within the Abyss, and no discovered treasure possesses the ability to so profoundly transform the very fabric of inherent chaos." While the apostles were deep in thought, a subtle ripple emanated through the surrounding space. This disturbance originated from the depths of the Abyss, carrying an oppressive aura that unsettled every apostle present. Upon Maggs’ mask, all nine eyes narrowed simultaneously: "It is 'its' will… It appears our endeavor has captured the notice of a more profound entity." A heavy silence descended upon the apostles. Each one understood that should that particular existence fully awaken, even the Supreme Apostles would find themselves in perilous circumstances.