Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 639: Chapter 308: Undercurrents

"This is one of the reasons why Allen will never break through to the Dark Sun Level."

Valen added, his voice laden with deep guilt:

"Any high-intensity use of Spiritual Power activates the scar deep in her soul, leading to a collapse of reason. And I..."

He paused for a long time:

"I obtained sufficient resources through a family marriage to repair the mental trauma.

The ancient Wizard Clan was willing to pay a great price to provide top-level treatment for me to gain a Dark Sun Level Wizard."

The room fell into heavy silence.

Everyone was digesting this cruel truth.

"There is one more thing I need to tell you."

Uther’s voice broke the silence:

"Selena did not truly die. Her soul was taken away by an Abyss entity, and after nearly a century of transformation, she has now become a true Apostle."

This news left everyone shocked.

"She is now known as ’Sweet Nightmare,’ responsible for luring young wizards who are eager for knowledge."

Uther continued:

"In a way, she is still continuing the work from over a hundred years ago — spreading the ’gifts’ of the Abyss, only now it’s on a larger scale and with more subtle methods."

Valen slowly got up and walked to a safe deep in the study.

It was a cube made of a special alloy, its surface covered in Protective Runes.

He trembled as he entered the password and retrieved a deep red Memory Crystal from it.

"This is a record I saved, documenting the first half of that event from my perspective."

He handed the crystal to Uther:

"Although I chose to flee at the critical moment, I at least recorded the process of how we were tempted. Maybe... maybe this failed record has more educational value."

Uther took the crystal, the glow around his spirit slightly wavering:

"Thank you, Valen. I know what handing this over means to you."

"Besides..."

Valen hesitated for a moment:

"My wife Elena died thirteen years ago. She never managed to become an Official Wizard, and her health was never good. Although I tried my best to provide the best treatment, but..."

His voice began to tremble:

"We had no children. Elena’s body couldn’t handle the burden of pregnancy. Perhaps this is the punishment I deserve — eternal loneliness."

"The past cannot be changed."

Uther’s voice became gentle:

"But you still have the opportunity to contribute to the future. Helping the younger generation avoid repeating past mistakes is the best redemption for the past."

Ron listened quietly to these conversations, gaining a deeper understanding of the upcoming historical exploration.

This was not just a skill training, but a bloody lesson about desire, betrayal, and the price paid.

"When can I start this historical exploration?"

He asked:

"Is there any special preparation needed?"

"After you break through to the Moon Level."

Uther replied clearly:

"The intensity of Morning Star Level Spiritual Power is not yet sufficient to safely endure such historical impact."

The old professor’s spirit began to fade:

"I will keep these records safe and arrange this special historical journey for you at the appropriate moment. But remember one thing..."

His voice became extremely serious:

"No matter what you see in history, do not attempt to change anything. You are merely an observer, not a participant. Any attempt to interfere with history could attract the attention of Time Hounds."

As Uther’s spirit vanished, the atmosphere in the room gradually returned to normal.

......

On his way back to the workshop, Ron fell into deep thought.

The amount of information he gained today far exceeded expectations, needing careful digestion and analysis.

Valen’s weakness, Lady Allen’s pain, Selena’s downfall... each detail revealed the brutal essence of the Wizard World.

In this world where the pursuit of power is paramount, friendship and trust are often the most luxurious things.

Upon returning to the workshop, Ailan approached him:

"Master, you look a bit tired. Was today’s meeting smooth?"

"It was very fruitful, but also quite heavy."

Ron answered briefly:

"I need some time to sort out my thoughts."

In the private research room, Ron began to try using the "Sensing Power" trait he had unlocked.

This ability allowed him to sense historical traces on objects, recreating scene fragments from specific points in time.

Since his skill breakthrough, he had always felt a subtle pull.

The feeling was elusive, as if something important was missing in his heart.

And today, upon hearing the discussion about memory erasure, this pull became even stronger.

Ron closed his eyes, letting the "Sensing Power" guide his attention.

Soon, his gaze was drawn to an inconspicuous storage cabinet in the corner of the room.

It held various items he had brought back from the Black Mist School, mostly mementos or small items of little practical use.

Guided by the Sensing Power, he opened a long-unopened wooden box.

Inside was a pair of exquisite Magic Power crystals, the surface of the light blue spheres flowing with faint energy patterns.

When Ron’s Spiritual Power touched them, a strong sense of déjà vu instantly surged in his heart.

Fragments of memory began to piece together...

Ron carefully activated one of the crystals.

Weak light flickered inside the sphere, then formed an extremely blurry picture.

It was a space composed entirely of nothingness, with no up or down, no front or back, only endless blue mist slowly drifting.