Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1382: Chapter 544: You Have Not Dispelled the Shadow_2

He recalled his yearning for the unknown—the impulse to explore those dangerous magic forbidden by the codex.

"Why do I keep repeating the same experiments?"

The old mage paused his actions, gazing at the flame in his palm:

"These flames... shouldn’t they be more beautiful?"

He began trying to guide his magic with emotions instead of cold formulas.

When passion replaced logic, intuition replaced calculation, miracles happened.

The flame was no longer the standard orange-red but transformed into a colorful fire akin to the aurora.

They danced in the air like living creatures, forming beautiful and complex patterns.

But at the same time, disaster struck.

The uncontrollable emotions made it impossible for him to precisely control the magic’s power.

The colorful flames cascaded like a waterfall, devouring all the books in the laboratory in an instant.

Half of the Jade Tower’s library turned to ash, countless precious research materials vanished into smoke.

"Stop!" Other mages rushed in to stop him, only to find that their usually calm colleague had completely fallen into some kind of fervent state.

"You don’t understand!" the old mage shouted fervently:

"This is the true form of magic! This is the beauty magic should possess!"

Similar scenes played out repeatedly in every corner of the Sage citadel.

Those artisan golems that originally operated smoothly started exhibiting unprecedented "malfunctions."

In reality, these weren’t technical failures, but rather artificial intelligence awakening to self-awareness under the influence of Dream Realm dust.

A stone golem responsible for building maintenance suddenly stopped its work to ponder the meaning of its existence:

"Why must I repeat the same labor day and night? Is my life just this?"

Another bronze golem responsible for library organization refused to arrange books according to predetermined programs, insisting on reorganizing according to its own "aesthetic standards":

"These arrangements are too rigid! They should flow like poetry!"

More serious issues appeared at the social structure level.

Those sages who had long been assigned fixed roles and tasks began questioning their roles.

A scholar responsible for alchemy experiments suddenly doubted his research direction:

"Why must I study ’improving metal purity’? Why can’t I study ’giving life to metal’?"

A mage responsible for celestial observation became obsessed with observing the shapes of clouds, believing they contained truths more profound than the stars.

The entire society, strictly functioning according to a hierarchical system, began experiencing systematic chaos.

Subordinates no longer obeyed their superiors’ commands unconditionally, starting to question the reasonableness of the orders;

Scholars no longer were satisfied with predetermined research fields, beginning to explore issues deemed "unrealistic";

Craftsmen no longer produced based on standard templates, pursuing individualized artistic expression.

Sage civilization fell into an unprecedented state of stagnation.

Their system encountered the one enemy it could not defend against—the awakening of personality and free will.

In stark contrast to the sages’ predicament, the Dream Realm dust had a completely different impact on the hybrids.

For those already full of contradictions and cultural mixtures, the Dream Realm dust was not a curse but rather a great revelation.

Their bloodline conflicts, once the root of suffering, now became an unprecedented source of innovation.

In the Forging Workshop of the Scavenger Guild, a young blacksmith bearing both beastman and elf heritage was processing a batch of scrap reclaimed from the Grey Canyon.

When the Dream Realm dust descended, he fell into a peculiar dream.

In the dream, he saw the memories of his beastman ancestors, those mighty warriors swinging hammers on the battlefield.

Their weapons were not merely tools for killing but an extension of life energy.

Each swing would arouse inner primal power.

At the same time, he felt the ancient wisdom in his elf blood: the profound understanding of natural rhythms, the precise perception of energy flow.

Two entirely different heritages collided within his consciousness, sparking an unprecedented Inspiration Spark.

"I understand now..." the young blacksmith opened his eyes, his irises shining with excitement:

"Power should not be confined to a fixed form; it should grow, transform, and adapt like life!"

By injecting special energy circuits during the forging process, he gradually created weapons that could change form during battle.

An ordinary longsword could extend into a whip when swung;

A warhammer could break into several smaller hammers upon striking and then recombine.

These weapons did not appear as perfect as the sages’ precise magical instruments, and they might even occasionally "jam" or "malfunction."

But they possessed a vibrant adaptability: they would automatically adjust according to the user’s fighting style and continuously evolve over long-term use.

In the Symbiotic Guild’s research institute, a girl with both human and dwarf bloodline was observing her newly tamed elemental spirit.

Dream Realm dust had plunged her consciousness into the sea of bloodline memories.

She saw the limitless creativity of her human ancestors: that never-satisfied, forever-breaking-through spirit;

She also felt the dwarven-blooded resolute will: that determination never to give up even when faced with difficulty.