Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1160: Chapter 476: I Don’t Want to Die... (4)

Vini was constantly switching between two types of consciousness, making her actions completely unpredictable;

Meanwhile, Caroline was surrounded by the monsters she "produced," at any moment she could be torn to pieces.

This mutation is not evolution but a twisted curse.

The Life Tree School’s claimed "perfect transformation" is, in fact, a forced distortion of the essence of life.

They grant individuals powerful abilities, but at the same time, deprive them of the basic attributes of being "human."

.........

The situation with the Native Alliance was even more chaotic and eerie.

The collective consciousness network constructed by the Multi-faced Race faced severe malfunctions under the strong elemental interference of the triple lunar eclipse.

What was originally used to coordinate consciousness connections between different tribes now became a pathway for the spread of thought pollution.

Each warrior connected to the network had memories and personalities from different tribes simultaneously in their minds.

Warriors from the Sandwalker Tribe suddenly gained the musical perception of the Wind Whisperers;

Heavy Armored Warriors from the Stone Heart Tribe began to exhibit the personality split symptoms of the Multi-faced Race;

And the coordinators of the Multi-faced Race were torn apart by numerous conflicting memories and identity recognitions, almost driving them insane.

"Who am I?"

A young warrior originally from the Sandwalker Tribe clutched his head in agony:

"I remember growing up in the desert... but I also remember flying in the sky... and digging stones in the mountains..."

"Which of these memories are real? What is my real name? Who are my parents?"

Similar chaos was manifesting in every networked warrior.

In the confusion of memories, relationships between friends and foes also became hazily indistinct.

A warrior might regard someone as a brother one moment, only to see them as a mortal enemy the next due to another personality’s memory.

The entire Native Alliance fell into a chaotic self-slaughter, more deadly than any external attack.

.........

On the other side of the arena, the "perfect combination" of Cecilia and Baroque was also starting to show cracks.

As the battle deteriorated, the environment became increasingly "ugly" and chaotic.

Everywhere there was blood, corpses, shattered equipment, and twisted signs of destruction.

For Cecilia, who pursued absolute beauty, such a scene was an intolerable torment.

"No... no... it’s too ugly..."

She covered her eyes, her body uncontrollably trembling:

"The scent of blood, rot, and burning... these filthy odors are polluting the world’s aesthetic..."

As the beauty of the environment rapidly declined, her "aesthetic system" began to collapse entirely.

What were originally orderly mirror shards were now flying around like out-of-control blades.

The aesthetic forces that could reshape reality were now struggling even to maintain her own appearance.

Cecilia’s hair became disheveled, her makeup smeared, and even her perfect dress showed wrinkles and stains.

For someone who regarded "beauty" as the meaning of life, this disintegration of image was deadlier than any attack.

"I’ve... become ugly..."

She looked at her broken reflection in the mirror, letting out a despairing scream:

"I can’t become ugly! Absolutely not!"

Baroque tried to comfort her, but his own condition was hardly any better.

Suspicion about the truth of his bloodline led him to fundamentally question his own powers.

The "Anger Fire Combo," this particular skill, was built on absolute confidence in his bloodline.

When this confidence began to waver, his anger lost its purity, causing his combat effectiveness to decline sharply.

More terrifying was that he began to question whether he was worthy of the title "Red’s Bloodline Successor."

If the bloodline was truly the result of artificial modification, then everything he prided himself on was merely a false honor built on lies.

"Who am I?"

Baroque looked blankly at his own hands:

"If even the bloodline is fake, then what is the meaning of my existence?"

The two, who originally allied for the "perfect pursuit," were now deeply questioning the nature of their own existence.

They were no longer threats on the battlefield but rather two pitiable souls, gradually collapsing under the impact of reality.

.........

Ron stood on the high ground, taking it all in with a full view.

Through the "Spiritual Vision," he saw truths much deeper than what appeared on the surface.

Each resurrected contestant’s soul showed obvious signs of "missing" parts.

Like a puzzle missing crucial pieces, causing the whole picture to become distorted and incomplete.

These missing soul fragments were being collected by some unseen force, converging towards the arena’s core area.

"This is not a simple resurrection of the dead."

Aselia’s voice was unusually serious:

"They are harvesting the ’essence’ part of the souls, leaving behind only polluted residues.

I’ve seen similar situations before with this kind of technology..."

"What situation?"

Ron anxiously inquired.

"’Group Soul Fusion’—fusing the soul essences of countless individuals into a collective consciousness surpassing individual limitations."

Aselia’s explanation left Ron feeling a chill down his spine:

"If this experiment succeeds, they could create a super entity possessing the memories, experience, and abilities of countless people."

Ron finally understood the true purpose of the Life Tree School.

This "Elemental Night" was a meticulously designed trap from the beginning.

They weren’t selecting the strong but collecting enough high-quality soul material.

And now, as more and more contestants "resurrect," this plan was getting closer to completion step by step.

The triple lunar eclipse in the sky reached its peak, with eerie purplish-red light spreading over the earth like a bloody rain.

Under the influence of this supernatural force, the entire arena was undergoing unprecedented distortion and mutation.