Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 144 Devourer

Ron gently picked up the letter from the desk and broke the wax seal that bore the official seal of the school.

The golden wax seal broke, revealing a neatly folded letter inside.

The letter was concise and clear: a quarterly meeting to assess candidates for the wizarding order will be held in the seventh council chamber of the central tower one week from now.

All sequence members must attend; a messenger will notify you of the specific time later.

The letter also specifically mentioned that the meeting would announce changes to the points rankings and may adjust the internal structure of the sequence.

"Is it finally going to begin?" Ron held the letter, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

The quarterly assessment of candidates for wizarding positions is an extremely important activity within the school.

On this occasion, all sequence members will undergo a general evaluation of their performance in the previous quarter by the formal wizards.

Those who perform well will see their rankings rise; while those who perform poorly may face the risk of being demoted or even removed from the list.

"My ranking has already improved to the top seventeen last time, so getting into the top fifteen this time shouldn't be a problem."

Ron put the letter back on the table and began to plan his work for the next few days.

"Time is short, we need to hurry. Here are a few key areas..."

He began to quickly list priorities in his mind:
Bloodline Modification Techniques, Radiant Ring Spells, Extraordinary Identification, Advanced Potions, and many other areas still need to be strengthened.

After a moment's thought, Ron decided to devote more of his limited time to the art of bloodline modulation.

"There are still two autophagic slimes left. If designed properly, they should be enough to help me break through to the proficient level."

He returned to the lab and retrieved two containers that contained the last two autophagic slimes.

The two slimes were stable in shape, semi-transparent, and floated quietly in the nutrient solution, occasionally trembling slightly, as if breathing.

Ron employed a more complex experimental design:

First, he added a small sample of his own blood to the first slime monster, guiding his Crimson Dragon bloodline energy into the slime monster's body;
Next, add a drop of Dale's fish scale extract to try and combine it with the siren's water element affinity;
Finally, a touch of "fusion adhesive" is added to promote the fusion of two seemingly opposing bloodlines.

"If I can successfully fuse my Crimson Dragon bloodline and Dale's Siren bloodline into the slime, then I will have a reliable reference model when I modify Dale in the future."

The experiment was conducted with extreme caution, with Ron precisely controlling the energy flow and introduction speed at every step.

The slime's color kept changing, first turning crimson, and then gradually mixing with dark blue.

Ultimately, with the help of the adhesive, it stabilizes in a purplish-red state, with a surface that has both scale-like patterns and a water-like flowing feel.

The second slime experiment was even bolder.

Ron attempted to simultaneously introduce four different trace bloodline samples—a wind demon's feather, a fire lizard's scale, a water serpent's skin flakes, and a trace of tree spirit essence collected from Ailan.

This was an unprecedented and complex fusion attempt, far more difficult than any previous experiment.

"In theory, such multi-factor fusion is almost impossible to succeed, but if the right balance can be found..."

Ron mobilized all his mental energy to control the amount and sequence of each bloodline energy injection with unprecedented precision.

First, there's the essence of tree spirits from the plant family, which serves as the basic framework;

Then comes the water-based snake-man skin flakes, which form an initial symbiosis with the plants; followed by the wind-based feathers, which add fluidity to the overall composition.
Finally, fire-type scales ignite the entire system in extremely small doses.

Initially, the slime trembled violently, its colors flashing chaotically, as if it might collapse at any moment.

But under Ron's unwavering mental control, the chaos gradually subsided, and the colors blended together.

This eventually formed a peculiar rainbow-shaped structure, with various elements arranged in an orderly manner within the slime, existing both independently and in harmonious coexistence.

[Blood Modulation Experience + 1]

[Current Progress: Blood Modulation (Entry 49/50)]

"Success! Just a little more, the next experiment should be enough to break through."

Ron let out a soft breath, and the beads of sweat on his forehead finally slid down.

Looking at the two successful experimental subjects on the table, and the seven already inactive experimental products next to them, Ron fell into thought.

"These failed experimental subjects have completely lost their activity and are no longer worth further research. However, taking them to the school's resource recycling center should allow us to exchange them for some magic stone fragments."

He carefully collected the seven necrotic slimes and put them into a specially made sealed bag.

Although these failed products are no longer active, the residual bloodline energy still needs to be handled with care to avoid accidental contamination.

Ron took the bag he had packed to the hallway and saw Lilia instructing Dale on simple water element control.

"Lilia, if you have time, could you please take these to the school's recycling center for me?"

Ron held up the bag in his hand: "These are the products of failed experiments, they're completely rotten, but they can still be exchanged for some magic stone fragments."

Lilia nodded: "Of course, teacher. I'll take care of it in a bit."

After giving instructions, Ron turned and hurried back to the laboratory entrance. His time was limited, and he still had to work on the production of those potion orders.

Just then, Dale, who had been focused on the water elemental ball, suddenly stopped.

Her little nose twitched slightly, as if she had smelled something that attracted her.

"It smells so good..." the little siren murmured to herself, her azure eyes fixed on the bag.

Before anyone could react, Dale had already rushed to him with astonishing speed, grabbed the bag, and forcefully tore open the seal.

"Dale! No!" Lilia exclaimed, rushing forward to stop her.

But Dale had already grabbed a clump of necrotic slime from the bag, stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation, and began to chew it greedily.

"Oh my god! That might be poisonous!"

The vines of the orchid swayed violently, and words of terror appeared on the leaves.

She stretched out vines, intending to hang Dale upside down to induce vomiting.

"Wait!" Ron had already activated "Supernatural Identification" to observe the changes within Dale's body.

Surprisingly, Dyer did not show any symptoms of poisoning.

Instead, he looked delighted and continued to pull out more necrotic slime monster remains from the bag, swallowing them in large gulps.

His "extraordinary perception" captured an astonishing scene:
As the remains of the slime monster entered Dale's body, the residual bloodline energy did not dissipate or cause harm, but was absorbed and transformed by a special mechanism within her body.

Various bloodline energies were disassembled, purified, and recombined, then integrated into Dale's own siren bloodline, making it even more powerful.

"Stop! Don't stop her!"

Ron reached out to stop Lilia and Alan, who were about to intervene forcefully: "She's fine; on the contrary, this seems to be doing her a good thing!"

The two stopped in surprise, staring in disbelief as Dale swept all the slime monster remains out of the bag, and then licked her fingers with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

"Master~ Is there more? It's so delicious!" Dale looked up, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Her voice was much clearer than before, like a silver bell that had been polished.

The three people beside him exchanged glances, and then Ron suddenly realized:

"A glutton...is this the true ability of this talent?"

Through continued observation, Ron confirmed his guess.

Dyer's "big eater" talent is far more than just being able to eat a lot and grow fast.

Its core ability is to efficiently extract the beneficial parts of substances containing extraordinary energy and transform them into nutrients for its own growth by consuming them.

The slime monster that she devoured this time, although it was already necrotic, still contained remnants of various bloodline energies, which became an excellent catalyst for Dale's growth.

“Look! She’s changing!” Lilia exclaimed, pointing at Dale in surprise.

The little sea monster's body was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye:

She grew about five centimeters taller, and her long silver hair became even smoother and shinier.

Tiny scales faintly appeared on the skin, shimmering with a rainbow-like light under the sun;

The most obvious change was in her eyes; the original pure blue had been mixed with a hint of purplish-red, like a mysterious gem from the deep sea.

Ron continued to use "Supernatural Insight" to observe everything, collecting data on every subtle change:

Siren Dale

Bloodline purity: Increased from 95% for Silver Ring to 98% (approaching the threshold for Gold Ring).
Elemental affinity: Water (primary), Wind (weak), Fire (very weak)
Special abilities: Enhanced water element control, weak multi-element resistance

Physical condition: Extremely healthy, with further accelerated growth rate.

“Amazing…” Ron murmured to himself.

"This is the level that second-tier talent should be at. It's not simply about eating more and growing taller, but about being able to extract the essence from various extraordinary substances and quickly strengthen oneself."

Lilia curiously leaned closer to observe Dale: "This ability...wouldn't it be......"

She didn't finish her sentence, but Ron immediately understood what she meant.

In the bloody gladiatorial arena, life and death are irrelevant among the fighting slaves.

If Dale can devour her defeated opponents, she will immediately gain a power boost, becoming stronger with each successive battle.

“That’s true.” Ron nodded.

"In fact, in formal slave gladiatorial combat, there are also some cannibalistic combat slaves. But they devour their opponents' corpses more to increase their own ferocity and create a terrifying atmosphere, while our Dale can truly benefit from it."

Lilia seemed thoughtful:
"Teacher, since Dale can grow by consuming bloodline substances, can we prepare some special 'ingredients' for her? For example, biological tissues containing purer elemental energy?"

“That’s a great idea.” Ron’s eyes lit up.
“Through a carefully designed ‘recipe,’ her bloodline can be guided to develop in a specific direction.”

He crouched down and asked softly, "Dair, how did you like what you ate just now?"

The little siren blinked her eyes, which had become even more lively: "Super delicious! More delicious than anything I usually eat! And..."

She paused, seemingly searching for the right words:

"I feel a lot of new energy flowing through my body, like...like drinking a big cup of hot bone broth!"

Ron smiled and patted her little head:

"So, would you like to try more of these foods? I can prepare some special ingredients that are beneficial to you, depending on your situation."

"Of course!"

Dale jumped up excitedly, her silver hair drawing a beautiful arc in the air:

"Master, I want to become stronger! That way I can help you in the future!"

Seeing Dale's energetic appearance, Ron felt a sense of accomplishment.

“Let’s get stronger together,” he whispered, and Lilia and Ailan exchanged a smile.

Ron stood up, his thoughts already drifting into the distance:

"Next, I need to apply the theory of bloodline modulation to practice. I need to design a complete bloodline cultivation program for Dale, and at the same time, I need to make full preparations for the candidate wizard assessment meeting in a few days."

………………

As dawn broke, Ron's workshop was already brightly lit.

Lilia sat at the long table, intently preparing a complex healing potion.

Her brows were furrowed, she was extremely exhausted, but her hands were as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.

Ron stood not far away, quietly observing the earnest girl.

It has been almost a month since Lilia arrived at the workshop. Although her progress is not as visible as Dale's, it has a special kind of stability.

With each practice session, her potion-making skills improved slightly compared to the previous day;

With each day's summary, her knowledge of potions becomes more comprehensive than the day before.

And every week, her mental control would quietly increase.

This progress may seem slow, but it has never stopped, like a gentle stream that eventually converges into a force that cannot be ignored.

The effect of the talent "diligence can make up for lack of talent" is being fully demonstrated in Lilia.

“Teacher, I’m done.” Lilia looked up and showed Ron the potion she had just prepared.

It was a bottle of liquid shimmering with an amber light, its purity and stability far exceeding what a beginner should be capable of.

"Let me see." Ron took the medicine bottle and examined it carefully.

The liquid medicine has a uniform color and is free of any impurities or bubbles.

When shaken, it has a moderate fluidity, neither too viscous nor too thin.
Upon opening the bottle, a refreshing herbal aroma wafts out, without any pungent smell.

This is a near-perfect healing potion. Although it is only a basic potion, it is considered to be of superior quality among similar products on the market.

“Excellent,” Ron exclaimed sincerely.
“Your progress has exceeded my expectations. A month ago, you were still struggling with basic proportions, but now you can independently complete such a complex formula.”

Lilia's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes sparkling with joy and pride: "This is all thanks to the teacher's excellent guidance."

Ron shook his head slightly: "Teaching only points you in the right direction; real progress comes from your own efforts and talent."

Just then, Ron felt a familiar energy surge from the bottom of his heart.

(End of this chapter)