Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1358: Chapter 536: You Failed the Test! (Part 3)

They were once the employees of this amusement park—ticket sellers, performers, cleaners.

But Fenrir roughly "transformed" them with his alchemy.

Each clown’s body is pierced by metal frames and pipes, with gears and pistons at their joints.

Their faces painted with bizarre colors, unable to change expressions even in pain.

"Hehehe... hehehe..."

They let out laughter like rusty gears turning.

The clowns slowly moved around the three of them, driving them toward the center of the amusement park with their bodies and laughter, like sheepdogs herding sheep.

"They... they still retain a trace of humanity."

Nari’s voice trembled:

"Though twisted, I can sense the pain and desire deep within them."

Aselia observed the behavior pattern of these stitched clowns:

"Their behavior is very regular, as if executing some preset program.

It must be instructions left by Fenrir—to lead challengers to the designated place."

"In that case, let’s cooperate with their ’performance.’"

Ron made a decision.

In this mental space, blind resistance often triggers more severe consequences.

Arriving at the very center of the amusement park, atop the wreckage of a carousel, sat a fearsome figure.

It was Fenrir’s humanoid incarnation—a muscular brute.

His body covered in menacing scars and coarse metal implants.

The left arm fully mechanized, the right shoulder bearing a giant wrench taller than others.

Upon seeing the three arrive, Fenrir’s eyes showed extreme impatience.

He swung the wrench forcefully, hitting the carousel’s pillar, creating a deafening metallic clash:

"Finally! Hurry! Create an ’interesting’ enough ’toy’ for me!"

Then, Fenrir pointed the wrench behind him at a massive, heart-like pounding "life furnace."

This furnace stood about three stories high, its surface covered in vein-like red pipes.

Countless pipes extended out like octopus tentacles, connecting to various facilities in the amusement park.

The core part of the furnace held a huge transparent chamber, inside roiling with gold-red alchemical solution.

But this solution was obviously out of control—temperature, pressure, and chemical reactions all violently fluctuating.

More terrifyingly, the furnace constantly drew energy and matter from various pipes.

Then from several exits at the top, it spewed out more twisted, failed creatures.

Some creatures only lived for a few seconds, collapsing as soon as they were ejected;

Others let out pained wails, dragging mutilated bodies crawling chaotically.

Fenrir roared:

"This damn thing is about to lose control! It was supposed to be my proudest work, but now it’s become a junk maker!"

He angrily kicked a still convulsing semi-finished creature at his feet:

"The rules are simple: before it explodes completely, throw materials inside and ’create’ a ’new toy’ that satisfies me!"

Fenrir’s eyes glowed with extreme madness:

"If I’m satisfied, you pass.

If I’m not satisfied, or if the furnace explodes... you’ll stay here forever as my new decorations!"

As his words fell, the life furnace let out a clangorous boom, the thermometer’s needle swinging wildly.

Time began counting down.

The circle of numbers at the top of the furnace started jumping, slowly decreasing.

"Let me try first."

Aselia jumped down from Ron’s arms, resolutely said.

"Panadora once taught me the design principles of an alchemy construct.

This out-of-control furnace needs a stable regulator to balance the internal energy flow."

She directed Ron to start gathering materials in the amusement park.

The place was scattered with various discarded mechanical parts.

The carousel’s transmission gears, the roller coaster’s energy crystal, and even some fine rune circuit boards.

Under normal circumstances, these were top-notch materials for creating an alchemy construct.

"First, we need a core power gear to regulate the furnace’s rotation speed..."

Aselia carefully designed the structure of the construct.

As Ron picked up a gear following her instructions, Fenrir on his throne showed a taunting smile.

He casually swung the giant wrench, an invisible wave sweeping across the entire amusement park.

The originally sturdy metal gears quickly became as fragile as wafers.

As soon as Ron touched them, they cracked into pieces with a "crunch".

"The materials are garbage!" Fenrir sneered, "How can such junk make an interesting toy?"

Aselia frowned slightly but did not give up.

She adjusted her strategy and pointed at the energy crystals embedded in the facility:

"Those crystals should be more stable; let’s use them to construct the energy regulation system..."

Fenrir exerted his power again.

All the crystals began to fluctuate violently, with energy inside roiling like magma.

The once calm and stable Magic Storage Body had now turned into a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

"Ha ha ha! Can’t even manage this basic energy balance, and yet you dream of regulating my furnace?"

Fenrir flagrantly danced on the edge of the game rules but did not directly stop their actions.

Instead, he only interfered with the creation process by altering the "environment" itself within the rules.

This approach was both in line with the nature of the challenge and filled with malice.

"That despicable bastard!" Aselia’s little face was flushed with anger, and a fire of fury burned in her golden eyes.

Seeing Aselia being repeatedly thwarted, Nari couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Enough! What skill is there in bullying kids?"

She suddenly tore open her cloak, revealing part of her true form.

Several tentacles danced wildly in the air, each exuding the chaotic pressure from the depths of the Abyss:

"I’ll solve this problem in the most direct way!"

The Chaotic Power surged like a tide as Nari reached her hand towards the runaway life furnace.

She planned to use Apostle Level power to grab material from the furnace and craft a life form from nothing.

This way was crude and direct, completely bypassing the complex alchemy process.

Seeing this, Fenrir not only didn’t stop her but gleefully grinned.

He secretly increased the Chaos Energy output of the furnace, making the Essence of Life inside even more restless and unstable.

The material Nari grabbed gradually spiraled out of control, expanding wildly in her hand.

Flesh, bones, nerves, various life tissues, grew wild under the catalysis of Chaos Power.

In less than ten seconds, a huge mass of flesh filled with eyeballs and tentacles formed in the air.

"Sssssssssss—!"

The mass of flesh emitted an ear-piercing scream, countless eyeballs spinning crazily, staring in different directions.

Its very existence was a blasphemy against reason, the mere sight of it causing spiritual contamination.

"Now this is interesting!"

Fenrir stood excitedly from his throne, roaring with a giant wrench:

"True creation should be like this—wild, chaotic, full of destructive beauty!"

The wrench spun in his hand, slamming fiercely towards the mass of flesh.

The tentacle flesh mass struggled desperately, countless tentacles trying to entangle the wrench.

But in the face of Fenrir’s brute force, all resistance was futile.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, the mass of flesh shattered, fragments of flesh falling like rain.

"What a pity, still a failure!"

Fenrir shook his head with a sigh: "Not durable enough, the destruction was too brief!"

Watching her creation being so easily destroyed, paired with the dog’s rampant mockery, Nari was utterly enraged.

Countless tentacles whipped in the air, the Chaotic Power swept through the entire amusement park like a storm:

"You madman! I’ll tear you apart!"

"Mom, calm down!"

Ron hurried forward, along with Aselia, soothing the furious Nari:

"This is exactly the reaction he wants to see. The more you rage, the more you fall into his trap."

Aselia gently advised on the side:

"Nari, we need to rethink our strategy.

Pure power confrontation will only lead us into the traps he’s set."

With the comfort from the two, Nari’s anger gradually subsided.

She once again hid the tentacles under her cloak, but the flames of resentment still burned in her eyes.

Ron began to observe all this earnestly, recalling the hints from the Magic Rabbit in his mind.

"Fenrir hates completeness the most..."

"It’s easy to take things apart, but reassembling them isn’t so simple..."