Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1223: Chapter 496: Filly

"Isn’t this exactly what I’ve been searching for?"

Ron murmured to himself:

"An anchor point that can maintain one’s self in the abyss of power."

He recalled Chai Ye’s three split personalities, the self-seal of the evil hunter, and all those who lost themselves due to power.

What is their common problem?

It is the lack of a sufficiently strong "origin," an unchangeable core identity despite any degree of alienation.

And now, Nari’s solitary imprint precisely provides such an origin.

"The longing and protection for family..."

Ron pondered:

"This emotional need, stemming from the deepest soul, perhaps resists the erosion of alienation more than any rational principle."

"Because rationality can be distorted, logic can be reconstructed, but this most primitive emotional longing... it has become part of my existence definition."

Aselia observed everything in silence:

"Turning weaknesses into strengths, turning cost into advantage... Ron, your way of thinking really suits this chaotic era."

"However, remember that an emotional anchor is a double-edged sword," she warned:

"It can pull you back when you’re lost, but it can also become a restraint at crucial moments.

The balance between rationality and emotion will be your greatest challenge in the future."

Nari heard this and her tentacles swung discontentedly:

"Little ice cube, can’t you say something nice?"

But her tone lacked the previous hostility, instead carrying a teasing affection.

Through the memory exchange just now, the relationship among the three had changed subtly and deeply.

"Speaking of which..."

Ron suddenly recalled something:

"Mother, has Chai Ye contacted you recently?"

Mentioning Chai Ye, Nari’s emotions visibly shifted.

Colors swirled in her eyeballs—resentment, fear, but mostly a sense of relief.

"That three-headed idiot?" she said, feigning ease:

"Regarding the threat from Chai Ye and Maggs, darling, you don’t need to worry for now."

Nari’s voice carried an amused delight, hundreds of eyes blinked in unison:

"Those ’Supreme’ old guys are currently busy with a matter that makes them frantic—the condensation of the Throne Seed."

Her tentacles elegantly drifted in the air, as if conducting a silent symphony:

"I’ve talked to you about this before. They want to create an unprecedented ’Throne Seed’ that blends the origins of thirteen Supreme Apostles.

This ambitious plan requires every participant to invest their full energy."

Nari’s tone turned sly:

"Through the connection between my mother and me, I can, at critical moments, cause a slight deviation in the magic power flow of a certain step, or invoke a bit of chaos fluctuation when they’re most focused."

Her laughter was crisp like silver bells, yet the malice within it made even the deep sea shiver:

"These ’little accidents’ would every time make them fall behind by several months, while also requiring vast energy to repair the damage."

"By my estimation, they need at least three to five years to complete this project.

During this period, they absolutely have no spare energy to deal with us."

While speaking, she began guiding Ron further into the depths of the palace:

"Alright, darling, now you need a good rest, to adapt to the new power you just gained."

When Ron entered deep meditation, he could clearly sense the pulsation of the "Chaos Sheep Head" within him.

The configuration of the dual Chimera bloodline was complete, a fusion of two fundamentally different essences.

The fiery dominance of the Thunderfire Tyrant and the profound inclusiveness of the Chaos Sheep Head formed a wonderful balance within him.

Like Yin and Yang complementing and counterbalancing each other.

The awakening of the "Crisis Premonition" trait made his perception of the surrounding environment extraordinarily keen.

Every slightest energy fluctuation, every subtle anomaly, could form clear warning signals in his consciousness.

And the transformation brought by "Chaos Adaptation" was deeper. The originally corrosive Abyssal Energy now nourished him instead.

That feeling was like a fish returning to water, a plant receiving sunlight.

"What does this mean?"

Ron quickly analyzed the deep implications of this transformation:

"I no longer need to return to the Main World regularly to avoid the accumulation of Abyssal contamination."

This realization flashed like lightning through his consciousness.

Before acquiring the Chaos Adaptation trait, any Wizard staying in the Abyss too long would face the danger of perpetually accumulating Spiritual Contamination.

Even someone like him with special resistance had to periodically return to the Main World to cleanse and recover.

But now, this limitation no longer exists.

The special environment Nari created was a perfect cultivation ground for him.

High concentration of magic power, stable energy supply, and the special effects of the Core of Contradiction...

"Compressing magic power here is at least ten times more efficient than the outside world."

Ron quickly calculated the cultivation progress:

"The minimum standard for ascending to the Dark Sun Level is ten times magic power compression, but if I want to impact the level of Great Wizard in the future, at least twenty times compression is required."

"And according to the records in the Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide, those who ultimately became Witch Kings often had magic power compression levels of over fifty times."

The urgency of time grew stronger in his heart.

The countdown to the epoch restart hung like a sword over his head, and he must reach a self-preserving power level within this limited time frame.