Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 116: The Origin of the Red Blood Flying Dragon
"Shut up! You won't fail!"

Ron suddenly interrupted the other party's next words, which were almost like a request:
"Even if something unexpected happens, I'm here. I've prepared a lot of potions to suppress distortion and I'm ready to intervene at any time."

This is actually just a lie to comfort the other party. Once the bloodline activation begins, it is difficult for external forces to interfere.

If Andre really became completely deformed, there would be very little Ron could do. He could probably only make it easier for him to go.

But at this moment, what the other party needs is confidence, not fear.

"I understand."

Andre took a deep breath. He was obviously aware of this. "Then let's get started."

He raised the potion bottle, nodded to Ron, and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the potion entered his mouth, Andre's expression became extremely complicated - first surprise, then pain, and finally a trance that was almost ecstasy.

The golden light seemed to illuminate from within through his skin, flowing along the rune paths drawn on his body, forming a complete energy network.

He slowly closed his eyes, his hands spread out involuntarily, and his body floated in the air about half a foot high, as if being held up by some invisible force.

The light of the magic circle became more intense, and the seven energy crystals made a humming sound at the same time, forming a harmonious tone together, which was a sign that the energy was resonating.

Ron stepped back, watching the whole process closely.

He knew that the next few minutes would determine Andre's fate - either awaken and become a bloodline knight, or become a monster devoured by distortion.

Time passed minute by minute, and Andre's condition seemed stable, but Ron could feel that the flow of energy in the magic circle began to become less uniform, as if it had encountered some kind of obstruction.

Andre's expression began to distort, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his muscles twitched irregularly, as if he was fighting against some force in his body.

"Oh no." Ron's heart was filled with alarm. "He's starting to reject the potion."

This is the most common dangerous situation during bloodline activation.

When the awakened ancient bloodline conflicts with the host's own mind or body, it will cause disordered energy flow, which may eventually lead to distortion or more serious consequences.

Ron thought quickly about what to do. He could try to intervene, but that would be extremely risky; or he could trust in Andre's willpower and let him get through this on his own.

Andre's consciousness fell into a strange state of chaos at this moment.

In his spiritual world, a huge crimson dragon-shaped creature was swooping down towards him. Its head was ferocious, its eyes were like burning lava, and its scales gleamed with a metallic luster.

At this critical moment, countless images flashed through Andre's mind:
The desperate faces of the expelled aspiring apprentices he had seen while helping out with the Enforcement Corps;
Carl's body, contaminated by the distortion;

Even the painful memories of being mocked by his brothers and ignored by his father when he was in the kingdom.

These images interweave to form an indescribable emotion - anger, sadness, unwillingness, and longing.
"I can't end this way!" Andre roared in his heart: "I will not become another monster, I will not become another nameless corpse!"

The illusion of the red-blood flying dragon stopped in mid-air, its golden-red vertical pupils staring directly at Andre, as if evaluating the value of this human.

After a long confrontation, the dragon's posture began to soften, and its huge body gradually shrank, eventually turning into a ball of crimson energy suspended in front of Andre.

"I accept you as part of my power."

Andre reached out his hand and touched the energy: "But I, Andre Farouk, am still the master of this body."

Following his declaration, the crimson energy flowed into his body like water, no longer invading and occupying, but integrating and coexisting.

In the real world, the light of the magic circle began to stabilize, no longer fluctuating violently like before.

Andre's body slowly descended from mid-air, his feet firmly on the ground.

The scales that grew on the surface of his skin did not disappear, but they did not continue to spread. They extended from his neck to his arms like carefully designed armor.

"Andre?" Ron approached cautiously, unsure if the man in front of him was still sane. In his hand, he already had a pocket watch and a sonic oscillation spell.

Andre slowly opened his eyes. The pair of golden vertical pupils were still there, but his eyes had regained their human clarity.

"I did it, Ron."

His voice was slightly hoarse, but filled with incredible joy: "I feel...it's hard to describe."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing.

"You almost made me think I was going to prepare for my death."

He half-jokingly said: "For a moment, I really thought you were going to be completely deformed."

"I thought so too."

Andre looked at his hands, the scales shimmering delicately in the candlelight:
"But at the last moment, I remembered a lot of things... those memories gave me the strength to persevere."

Ron observed the changes in his friend.

Andre's appearance has not changed much except for the local scales, but the temperament he exudes is completely different.

It was an indescribable pressure, as if there was a sleeping beast lurking in his body, ready to wake up at any moment.

"How do you feel now?" Ron asked curiously, "What bloodline has awakened?"

Andre closed his eyes, as if feeling the changes in his body:

"Red Blood Flying Dragon," he whispered. "It's a subspecies of the Yangyan Dragon. However, its awakening is incomplete. I only gained a portion of its bloodline's power. But even so..."

He did not continue, but reached out to an anvil in the corner of the workshop.

Ron was wondering what he was going to do when he saw a layer of bright red scales suddenly covering the surface of Andre's palm, and his fingertips deformed into sharp claws.

Then he shook it gently.

The anvil, which weighed hundreds of kilograms and should have required two or three strong men to move, was lifted by him with one hand as if it were just a piece of wood.

Even more shocking was that Andre's fingertips dug deep into the metal surface, leaving five clear claw marks on the anvil.

"This..." Ron was stunned: "Is this the power of the Blood Knight?"

Andre nodded and easily put the anvil back in place:
"It's not just strength." He whispered:

"My senses have also become unusually sharp. I can hear sounds from far away and smell more scents. I can even sense the flow of magic in the air around me."

Ron noticed that when Andre spoke, his pupils contracted and expanded as his emotions changed, just like a real reptile.

"Any other abilities?" he asked.

Andre thought for a moment, then took a deep breath.

As he breathed, a ball of crimson flame suddenly condensed in his palm. Golden lines danced in the flame, emitting astonishing heat.

"My affinity for fire has greatly increased," he said. "I can now control flames naturally without any magical guidance."

He clenched his fist and the flames vanished.

Then he turned to Ron, his eyes filled with mixed emotions:
"This feeling of being filled with power... It's like I was just a false existence before, and now I've truly awakened."

Ron nodded silently. He could understand the shock brought about by this transformation.

Although Andre was a prince, he was just an ordinary person who barely survived in the Black Mist Jungle by relying on his family status.

And now, he has crossed the boundaries of mortals and become a truly extraordinary being.

Ron approached the magic circle and carefully examined the runes and energy crystals that had lost their luster.

"Speaking of which, there were some problems during your awakening."

He said thoughtfully, "That chaotic and almost uncontrollable energy state might be due to imperfections in the potion formula and the array design."

"No, it's not entirely a problem with the potion, it's more that I'm not qualified enough." Andre shook his head.

"I can sense it. This is more due to the lack of compatibility between me and my bloodline. If you hadn't guided the potion so precisely, I would have been turned into a twisted mass of flesh long ago."

He walked up to Ron and said sincerely:
"To be honest, according to the royal records, the success rate for someone with my aptitude who attempts to awaken such a high-level bloodline is no more than 30%. My success is largely due to your potion and magic circle design."

Ron frowned slightly. He was more concerned about how to learn lessons from this experience and be better prepared to activate his bloodline.

"I need to make some adjustments to the magic circle."

He pondered and said, "Especially regarding the layout of the seven energy pathways, your energy flow interruption mainly occurs at the intersection of the third and fifth pathways. Perhaps a buffer zone can be added there."

The two discussed the details for a while, and Ron made a number of notes.

"I think I need to go back and have a good meal."

Andre finally said, stretching his shoulders:

"The awakening of my bloodline consumed a lot of energy. I feel like I can eat a whole cow in one go."

Ron laughed and said, "Then you'd better go back quickly. The newly awakened bloodline requires a lot of energy to stabilize. It's normal to feel hungry."

Andre nodded, put on his robe and prepared to leave.

But at the door, he suddenly stopped, turned to Ron and said:

"Thank you, Ron. Without you, I would have died in Cynthia's bed..." The blond boy pondered for a moment, as if he was ready to say some touching words.

Before he even started, Ron punched him on the back, neither too hard nor too light.

With a muffled "pop" sound, Andre's words were suddenly choked in his throat.

He was surprised. His newly awakened enhanced body would naturally not be injured by this force, but this sudden attack did interrupt his long-prepared emotional speech.

"Stop being so pretentious."

Ron rolled his eyes and waved his hands impatiently:

"Hurry up and go back to rest. Get used to your bloodline abilities these few days. You'll have to fight for your life in the future."

Andre laughed in silence. He knew that Ron was just like that. He always acted unkind at the most critical moments to hide his real concern.

"By the way," Ron suddenly added, his tone as casual as if he were talking about tomorrow's weather:
"You'll have to accompany me to Lizard Alley to buy some things later. Don't bring up any emergency law enforcement missions then."

Andre looked at his friend thoughtfully. The other party did not seem to need his help in the next bloodline activation ceremony.

"I understand." He nodded slightly, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes:
"I will never be late for the next appointment."

Although he told Ron the details and procedures of the bloodline activation ceremony, the specific operation was completed by Ron himself.

Now it seems that the other party obviously does not want him to watch his ceremony.

Everyone has their own privacy and secrets, and Andre will not ask about them.

"Then I'll take my leave first."

Andre put on his robe, his golden pupils gleaming faintly in the darkness:
"I'll come to you the day after tomorrow to discuss how to control your bloodline abilities."

Ron nodded and watched Andre leave.

After closing the door, Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and all the muscles in his body finally relaxed.

Although there were some unexpected events in Andre's bloodline awakening, the final result was better than expected.

He walked to the window, looked at the silent black fog jungle, and began to organize his next plan.

Because Eric and Leah want to arrange him into the third period, the class schedule needs to be adjusted, so there will be no classes next week and they will not resume until the week after next.

Alchemy and elemental affinity courses are also held every two days, which means that he now has plenty of time to prepare for his bloodline activation ceremony.

"Taking care of the recent potion orders tomorrow morning."

Ron muttered to himself, tapping the window frame with his fingers: "You can start activating your own bloodline in the afternoon."

By observing the entire ritual process of Andre, he was convinced that even if there were problems, there would not be a huge risk of complete collapse.

Previously, his biggest worry was that the ritual itself had a fundamental flaw, which could lead to a complete collapse, and even if he used up all ten points of energy in the pocket watch, it would be impossible to save him.

But now that worry has dissipated.

If Andre can successfully complete the awakening, then his success rate will undoubtedly be higher as he possesses the "tracing the source" feature.

"But still be careful." Ron reminded himself: "After all, everyone's situation is different."

He returned to his workbench and began preparing the materials he would need for tomorrow.

The bloodline activation potion has been prepared and the magic circle design has been perfected. Now we just need to carefully adjust some small details to ensure that everything goes well.

Ailan suddenly used her vines to gently hook his arm, a look of concern in her green pupils.

Ron turned around and forced a smile: "Nothing, just thinking about something."

Ailan's vines swayed gently, as if expressing a certain understanding: "The transformation of life always comes with risks. But I believe that the master is strong enough to manage any change."

Ron looked at her in surprise. This kind of almost philosophical thinking seemed particularly incredible to come from a creature that was originally only half plant.

"Thank you for your trust, Ailan," he said sincerely. "I hope everything goes well tomorrow."

As the night deepened, Ron continued to perfect the details of the ceremony until he was exhausted and reluctantly went to bed.

The next morning, Ron completed all the potion orders with extraordinary efficiency.

The last batch of finished products was placed into exquisite crystal bottles, sealed carefully, and then preparations for the afternoon's bloodline activation ceremony began.

"Everything is ready." Ron stood in the center of the ceremony venue and looked around.

Compared to Andre's ritual, the magic circle he designed for himself was more complex and sophisticated.

The basic structure still maintains the sun shape, but the number of main lines has increased to nine, and the runes on each line are denser, symbolizing stronger control and guidance capabilities.

Special energy crystals are placed on the ground, each one carefully selected and modulated to guide the flow of a specific type of energy.

Ailan stood in the far corner, watching everything quietly.

Ron had specifically instructed her not to approach or interfere with the ceremony, no matter what happened.

"If I'm acting weird, don't try to help me."

Ron finally advised, "Just wait, I'll take care of it myself."

Ailan nodded, and the leaf writing board swayed gently: "I will keep my promise, but please... be careful."

Ron smiled slightly, then took a deep breath and began to activate the magic circle.

He placed the energy crystals one by one at the key nodes of the magic circle. Every time he placed one, he would recite a specific spell to guide the energy to flow into the correct path.

As the last energy crystal was placed, the entire formation lit up with golden light, which was much brighter and more stable than Andre's ritual.

Next, Ron used special silver ink to draw runes on his body, and the runes on his back were engraved with some auxiliary tools.

Each rune falls precisely on a key acupuncture point, forming a complete energy network.

The stinging sensation where the ink touched his skin was stronger than he had imagined; it was a sign that the runes were beginning to merge with his flesh and blood.

Everything was ready. Ron stood in the center of the magic circle and took out the bottle of blood activation potion specially made for him.

Compared to the version prepared for Andre, the color of this potion is darker, almost close to dark red.

Golden and green spots of light flickered in the medicine, which was the guiding ingredient designed for the Ralph family bloodline.

"It's time," Ron whispered to himself, gripping the potion bottle tightly.

Even though he had a pocket watch to reset his status, his heartbeat still accelerated unconsciously.

Bloodline activation is a true life-or-death gamble, and no one can fully predict the outcome.

"Don't be afraid." He said to himself, "Fear will only lead to loss of control."

Taking a deep breath, Ron drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the medicine entered the mouth, it was as if thousands of streams of boiling lava were injected into the blood vessels at the same time, and the pain was almost suffocating.

Ron clenched his teeth and tried not to make any sound.

As the potion spread throughout the body, the pain gradually turned into a strange burning sensation, as if something was awakening in the flesh and blood, struggling to break out of the cocoon.

Ron's consciousness began to blur, and the physical world in front of him gradually disappeared, replaced by a vast swamp.

Thick fog enveloped the entire swamp, and low roars could be heard in the distance.

Ron stood on a relatively dry piece of land, surrounded by black mud and emitting a rotten smell.

Suddenly, a huge figure appeared in the fog.

It was a huge poisonous snake, or more accurately, a terrifying snake with multiple heads.

Each snake head is as big as an adult's body, its scales gleaming with a cold metallic light, and its eyes are like burning yellow flames, full of primitive savagery and brutality.

This is the source of Ralph's family bloodline - the swamp hydra. Although it is far inferior to its ancestors from the Age of Gods, it is also a terrifying monster that is capable of competing with high-level apprentices.

"As expected." Ron muttered to himself: "Is this the most primitive form?"

The multi-headed snake seemed to sense Ron's presence, and all the snake heads turned to him at the same time, with vigilance and hostility flashing in their eyes.

Then, it began to slowly approach Ron, its body winding through the swamp, leaving a deep trail.

Ron did not retreat, but straightened his back and looked directly at the ancient monster.

He knew that in the spiritual world where blood was activated, retreat would only lead to failure and might even cause distortion.

Just when the hydra was only a few meters away from Ron, a strange change suddenly occurred.

【Tracing feature activated! 】

(End of this chapter)