Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1157: Chapter 476: I Don’t Want to Die...

The dragonbone network underground felt the resonance of the celestial phenomenon and began to unleash even more intense elemental tremors.

Each tremor would trigger visible energy ripples in every corner.

These ripples are as brilliant as the aurora, but the power within is enough to tear ordinary people’s flesh.

Ron stood on a high ground, observing the changes on the distant battlefield through "Spiritual Vision."

Under this special perception, the entire arena seemed like a gigantic living body undergoing a pathological transformation.

Countless translucent death marks drifted in the air like fireflies; those were soul fragments left by recently deceased contestants.

But more disturbing was that these death marks did not dissipate according to natural laws.

Instead, they were being drawn by some invisible force towards a specific direction.

"Aselia, what do you see?"

Ron asked in his mind.

The ancient Dragon Soul’s perception was sharper than his, possibly able to discern the essence of this anomaly.

"Very frightening scenes."

Aselia’s voice was filled with deep unease:

"Those madmen of the Life Tree School, are conducting a large-scale necromancy experiment.

They are not simply resurrecting the dead but using death itself as a ’catalyst’ to forcibly rewrite the basic structure of life."

She paused for a moment, her tone becoming even heavier:

"This technique was expressly forbidden in the Second Era because it creates completely uncontrollable mutated creatures.

Those ’improved’ beings eventually become monsters that even their creators cannot control."

Ron’s heart sank.

If Aselia’s judgment is correct.

Then the true purpose of this "Elemental Night" is likely far more than just selecting the strong.

The Life Tree School is possibly using the special environment of the Triple Lunar Eclipse to conduct an unprecedented large-scale experiment.

......

Inside the temporary camp of the Life Tree School, the air was as heavy as an impending thunderstorm.

The glow of the Triple Lunar Eclipse seeped through the camp tent’s gaps, staining everything with an ominous blood-red hue.

Lianna, Vini, and Caroline sat surrounding a round table woven from living vines, with a crystal communication mirror placed on the tabletop.

The mirror reflected the indifferent face of "Dissection Knife" Leonardo, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"My artworks, the time has matured."

Leonardo’s voice emanated through the mirror, gentle yet carrying undeniable authority:

"According to elemental monitoring data, the dragonbone network’s resonance has reached its peak, which is the optimal time to activate the ’Rebirth Enhancement Program.’

He adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses flickering with cold indifference, like staring at mice:

"Following the planned schedule, you need to end your own life within the next ten minutes and rely on the revive mechanism to obtain evolution."

The words fell, and the atmosphere inside the tent instantly solidified.

The faces of the three witches simultaneously turned pale as paper, as if they had heard a summon from Hell.

"Master... You’re saying... Let us commit suicide?"

Lianna’s voice trembled, with those usually ruthless emerald eyes now full of incredulous fear:

"But... but what if the resurrection fails? Wouldn’t it be real death then?"

Though the three of them were cruel like devils when facing enemies, able to mercilessly transform the living into twisted artworks.

Yet when the shadow of death hung over them, the most primitive survival instinct of humans instantly overwhelmed all rational thought.

Vini tightly hugged her wings, trembling like a frightened butterfly:

"Master, we have already devoted so much to the School... Why do we still have to... still have to die?"

Her voice carried sobs, her compound eyes began secreting crystalline tears:

"I have never seen a true sea of flowers, I have never experienced the feeling of flying freely, I do not want to die..."

Caroline instinctively protected her abdomen, where it was the most fragile and important part after modification:

"Master, my children are still so young... If I die, what about them? They still need a mother’s care..."

Faced with death, these three former cold-blooded remodelers now exhibited the purest human fear.

In their eyes, there was no longer the usual frenzy and cruelty, only the fear of the unknown and attachment to life.

Leonardo quietly listened to their pleas, without a ripple of expression on his face.

He even tidied his tie as if what he just heard was not supplication, but some insignificant background noise.

"My artworks, you greatly disappoint me."

His voice remained gentle, yet there was a chilling threat in it:

"When undergoing the modification surgery, didn’t you show great courage? For the sake of power, you could even abandon the dignity of being human."

"Now, just asking you to take one last step and complete the transformation from human to true artwork, you’re cowering?"

Leonardo shook his head, his eyes revealing extreme disappointment:

"It seems the initial assessment was erroneous. I thought you were sufficiently enlightened to sacrifice everything for art."

"But now it appears, you still retain too many human defects - fear of death, dread of the unknown."

Upon hearing the master’s reprimand, the faces of the three grew even darker.

They wanted to refute, wanted to defend themselves, but in the face of death, any words seemed pale and powerless.