Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1374: Chapter 541: Three Dogs’ Bond Synergy 3

Carlos is entirely different.

He is a maze of intrigue and calculation, with multiple intentions hidden behind every word and action.

Even now, in an absolute subordinate position, Ron’s vigilance towards him has not diminished in the slightest.

This is a dangerous tool, and far from being a reliable ally.

"Your concerns are legitimate."

Carlos seemed to sense the doubts in Ron’s heart:

"Trust takes time to build.

But I believe, as our cooperation deepens, you will find my value far exceeds the risk."

"I hope so."

Ron replied lightly, then turned his attention to the crumbling mental space around them:

"How do we leave here now?"

"It’s simple."

Carlos’s voice became relaxed:

"All three core levels have been cleared, and the shackles of the ’Land of Mirrors’ will naturally be lifted. However..."

"Before returning to reality, I’m afraid there’s one last test waiting for us."

.........

In a dimension beyond time and space, two figures quietly observed all of this.

Here, there is no fixed concept of space, and time floats like ribbons in the void.

Fragments of the past and future flicker like stars, each carrying the rise and fall of countless civilizations.

"As expected, the puzzles and battles of those three little dogs were no challenge for him."

The King of Illusions gently caressed a flower made of dreams beside her:

"For the upcoming final test against the ’Sun King’ in the Land of Mirrors... I cautiously look forward to his performance."

"Carlos, that guy, really is a wonderful pawn."

The image of the King of Absurdity flickered like an unstable projection.

He casually grabbed a handful of ’possibility’ composed of gravel:

"Play one step, plan ten steps ahead.

But that kid is not simple either; he completely saw through Carlos’s trick of ’since inevitable failure, might as well surrender to gain greater benefits.’

He tossed the gravel into the air.

The particles did not scatter but instead constructed countless intersecting timelines in the air:

"Their way of interaction reminds me of a very old fable."

The expression on the King of Illusions’ face was unchanged, but the surrounding light and shadow paused slightly.

She knew this companion’s personality too well.

The ’fables’ he told often contained not-so-friendly hints.

To be blunt, once he opens his mouth, he can’t say anything good...

Ignoring the thoughts of his old teammate, the King of Absurdity began to speak to himself:

"Once upon a time, there was a ’Clockmaker’ with an insatiable curiosity."

His voice became as melodious as that of a minstrel:

"In a chance encounter, she discovered an exquisite ’clockwork silver dragon.’

It was a miraculous creation composed of stars and the Dream Realm, capable of singing the most beautiful melodies in the world."

As he spoke, the surrounding Time Fragments began to rearrange, constructing a vivid scene:

A woman in a robe, gazing obsessively at a giant dragon radiating silver light, raising its neck and singing.

"The Clockmaker was deeply moved by the dragon’s song.

She wanted to understand the source of such a profoundly moving melody. Was it the resonance of the Dragon Scales? The structure of its bones? Or some deeper secret?"

The scene continued to change, showing the Clockmaker bringing the silver dragon back to her workshop:

"Thus, she invited the clockwork silver dragon to her workshop, spending years carefully dismantling it.

Each Dragon Scale, each bone, each intricate gear... she studied meticulously until she fully understood the entire construction principles of the silver dragon."

Reaching this point, he glanced intentionally at the King of Illusions, continuing with a tone full of regret:

"The problem is, when the Clockmaker fully ’understood’ everything about the silver dragon, it could no longer sing."

The last image showed a bewildered craftsman, sitting among exquisite yet silent parts.

The King of Illusions finally spoke, her voice chilly:

"A very boring story.

The foolishness of the Clockmaker lies in thinking that disassembling could lead to understanding the whole.

True masterpieces find their soul in the unspeakable harmonious resonance between each component."

"Ha! Wonderfully said!"

The King of Absurdity snapped his fingers, and the fragmented time flow shattered into even finer particles of light:

"But this story has an even more intriguing ending.

After sitting among those silent parts for three hundred years, the Clockmaker finally understood one evening that the dragon’s most beautiful song had always been hidden in its silent essence."

These barbed comments caused a noticeable flash of displeasure on the King of Illusions’ flawless face.

What she did to Aselia was indeed quite disgraceful.

In fact, no one would care if you dissected a Dragon Species.

If you have the ability to dissect a first-generation Dragon Species or even a Dragon King, it would be recorded in textbooks as exemplary.

But Panadora’s behavior of luring a young dragon with an immature mental age was indeed disgraceful.

That particular history is considered a stain on her perfect record.

Now, it was deconstructed by the other as a fable of the ’silent song.’

Though unpleasant, Panadora could do nothing about this guy.

She could only skillfully change the topic, pointing with her finger to the endless void around them:

"Compared to your silent silver dragon, our ’little gardens’ are about to welcome quite a lively symphony."

With her words, the mental space of the ’Land of Mirrors’ where Ron was situated became like a floating glass marble before their eyes.

But in the far distance, countless similar globes of light, bubbles, and even self-contained micro-universes were silently floating in the chaos of time and space.

Some were like burning stars, exuding a blazing desire for conquest;

Some like cold moons, emitting rational light of contemplation;

Others were ever-changing, their forms continuously transforming like a kaleidoscope...

In the depths of every ’garden,’ there lay a profound will.

These were the other Witch Kings, nearly vanished in the Main World.

"Symphony?"

The King of Absurdity laughed, as if hearing an extremely amusing joke:

"At best, we are just children kicking up sand.

As for what patterns they will eventually form, it’s not up to us ’outsiders.’

He casually nudged one of the timelines, causing the whole space to tremble.

The light from countless ’gardens’ flickered unsteadily, like candle flames in a breeze.

"We are just facilitators, not directors.

Each restart is a brand new, unpredictable cosmic reorganization; this is the most fascinating aspect of this game."

The King of Illusions gazed at those distant, self-contained ’gardens,’ a trace of pity in her tone:

"They are too focused on their games.

They cultivate civilizations in their own sandboxes, observe evolution, thinking of themselves as high and mighty players, immersed in the reverie of evolution beyond redemption."

The figure of the King of Absurdity became a flickering presence among countless reflections:

"But speaking of which, are we any different?

We lure, we observe, we record...

We accompany these little fellows, conducting ceaseless simulations of civilizations."

His voice echoed slowly:

"This grand game, this ’Epoch Restart.’

This endless guiding of the process of civilization... yet, it is the only known path."

The King of Absurdity looked toward the vortex of possibilities, composed of games played by countless powerful entities, chaotic and splendid.

There, one seems to see the final reward shimmering.

He murmured, his voice full of yearning, yet containing supreme irony:

"The path to transcend all known boundaries — the path to becoming a Demon God."