Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1220: Chapter 495: The Ram’s Head and Magic Sword Quenching

When the atmosphere was no longer so tense, Ron knew it was time to honestly reveal his plan.

In the earlier conversation, he also realized clearly that hiding things would only make the situation more dangerous.

"Mother, Aselia..."

He took a deep breath:

"I have an idea about my personal development and hope to hear your opinions."

Nari’s tentacle gently stroked his shoulder, her eyes full of encouragement:

"Go ahead, child. Mother will support any decision you make."

Aselia’s Dragon Shadow also nodded slowly:

"In the current situation, every possible direction of development is worth serious consideration."

Ron organized his thoughts and began to elaborate on his idea in detail:

"I plan to perform a triple extraordinary profession fusion—integrating the paths of Magic Swordsman, Bloodline Knight, and Black Wizard into one."

"From a theoretical analysis, this fusion not only greatly enhances combat ability but also allows me to master multiple different power systems simultaneously..."

Before he could finish, Nari and Aselia made almost the same reaction simultaneously.

"Absolutely not!"

Aselia was the first to speak, her voice urgent:

"Ron, this idea is extremely dangerous!"

The Dragon Shadow suddenly descended from the air, showing her inner agitation:

"In the mid-Second Era, there was a genius titled ’Fusion Sage’ Lam, whose talent and intellect exceeded most Witch King candidates of the same era."

"He proposed a theory similar to yours—achieving realm transcendence breakthroughs through forced fusion of multiple conflicting powers."

Aselia’s tone became heavy:

"Lam’s plan was theoretically flawless. He spent nearly three hundred years preparing, gathering all the relevant knowledge available at the time..."

"But when he actually attempted the fusion, the entire process lasted less than ten minutes."

Fear was deep in the eyes of the Dragon Shadow:

"I witnessed the disaster with my own eyes. Lam’s body began to distort like a melting candle, and his consciousness was completely torn apart by numerous conflicting forces."

"Ultimately, even his soul was completely assimilated, becoming a mass of unconscious chaos."

"The essence of this fusion is the forced reshaping of one’s ’existential concept.’

Without forming a solid ’Phantom Skeleton Prototype’ as a buffer and stabilizer, such behavior is akin to stirring a boiling pot of Element Soup with a mortal body."

"The result is only assimilation and destruction."

After listening to Aselia’s account, Nari also nodded in agreement:

"The little ice block is right. Child, let me give you a more intuitive experience."

Her tentacle raised a fist-sized black crystal from deep within her body.

The surface of this crystal was covered with vein-like patterns, and shadowy liquid flowed inside.

Just by looking at it, Ron could feel a chilling energy fluctuation.

"This is a piece of my ’Chaos Origin Crystal.’"

Nari’s voice turned exceptionally serious:

"It contains the purest Abyssal Contamination and is one of the sources of my power.

Now, touch it with your hand and experience the real danger you’re about to face."

Ron did not hesitate, reaching out to touch the black crystal.

The moment his fingertips touched the surface of the crystal, a surge of contamination struck directly at the core of his consciousness.

Endless scenarios of devastation flooded his brain like a torrent:

He could become a monster that feeds on flesh, relishing in tearing and devouring;

He could transform into a pure energy form, shaking off all physical shackles;

He could split into countless versions of himself, experiencing different life paths;

He could turn everything around him into his extensions, becoming the true ’King of Existence’...

Each possibility was so tempting, so ’reasonable,’ so aligned with a deep-seated craving within.

More terrifying, Ron found his rationality being gradually eroded by these mad desires.

The once solid values and moral boundaries seemed as fragile as paper before the Chaos Contamination.

In just a few seconds of contact, he felt his personality was about to be completely torn apart by endless possibilities and mad desires.

"Enough!"

Nari quickly withdrew the crystal, severing the source of contamination.

Ron gasped for breath like a drowning man, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Did you feel it, child?"

Nari’s voice was filled with deep concern:

"This is the true nature of the ’Black Wizard’ power you wish to fuse, and what you just experienced was merely the mildest contact."

Her tentacle gently stroked Ron’s hair, like a mother comforting a frightened child:

"Your soul now is too ’thin.’ Wizards only cautiously guide Chaos Power to complete the final framework of the Void Remains at the pinnacle of the Dark Sun Level, using their Phantom Skeleton Prototype as a ’firewall.’"

"Doing what you’re planning now is like inviting a lava demon to move into your unfinished thatched hut."

Aselia also added on the side:

"The Phantom Skeleton Prototype is not just a vessel for power, but a ’moat’ for the consciousness. It can isolate the kind of contamination that could destroy rationality at critical moments."

"Without this layer of protection, any attempt to fuse conflicting powers is suicide."

With the direct experience just now, Ron fully understood their concerns.

The feeling of being torn apart by madness is indeed beyond what he can currently endure.