Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 15: Nystagmus and flesh growth...

After returning to the dormitory, Ron did not rest immediately, but immediately began his meditation practice for the day.

Since changing his job to [Potion Apprentice], he found that his perception of mental power had become more acute.

Today, my understanding of "rhythm" while exercising seems to have given me a completely new way of thinking.

"If the Coronal Breathing Technique is imitating the laws of the sun..."

Ron flipped open the worn-out "Basic Meditation Method" and asked, "Does mental power also have its own specific operating rules?"

He carefully studied the basic rune in the book that consisted of three arcs.

In the past, he just copied mechanically, but now he suddenly realized that the arrangement of these three arcs seemed to imply a certain rhythm.

With this idea in mind, he began to experiment with outlining the runes at different rhythms.

【Basic Meditation Begins】

When the first arc took shape in his consciousness, he was no longer in a hurry to complete it as before, but instead carefully felt the flow of mental power.

The amazing thing is that whenever a part of the rune resonates with the fluctuation of mental power, the arc becomes extremely stable.

"I see." Ron finally understood.

This rune is not only a tool to guide spiritual power, its shape itself imitates the most natural flow of spiritual power.

[Trigger special effect: Spiritual Rhythm - the effect of this meditation is slightly increased]

[Basic Meditation Experience + 1]

[Basic Meditation Experience + 1]

[Basic Meditation Experience + 1]

[Today's practice time has reached the limit, it is recommended to rest]

The experience points increased a lot more than usual, which confirmed that his idea was correct.

Just as Ron was about to continue meditating, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

"Someone else got promoted?" He stood up and opened the door, just in time to see a familiar figure running past.

That was Locke, who had come to the Black Mist Jungle at the same time as him. He was now running towards the test hall with excitement on his face.

"It seems that a candidate apprentice has made a breakthrough."

Andre lived not far from him, and he came out of the room after apparently hearing the noise.

"This situation has been happening more and more recently. The closer the assessment deadline is, the more likely people are to go all out."

Ron understood what he meant. As time went on, those who saw no hope would often choose to take risky measures.

——Either take risks to try dangerous forbidden spells, or buy some "special potions" of unknown origin.

"Let's go and take a look together. Anyone's successful experience is worth learning from."

Andre waited for Ron to lock the door. "Maybe we can find out something."

The testing hall is located in the center of the dormitory area, where there is a special crystal ball that can measure the strength of mental power.

When the two arrived, quite a few people had already gathered in the hall.

Locke was standing in front of the crystal ball, his face pale but his eyes excited.

"It's started." Someone whispered.

Locke placed his hand on the crystal ball, and dark red mist immediately surged inside the ball.

After a moment, a fairly bright symbol condensed in the mist, but it looked extremely unstable, flickering like a broken light bulb.

"It really meets the standard!" There were exclamations from all around.

This is indeed surprising, considering that Locke, like Ron, was originally a marginal figure who barely reached the sixth-class star standard.

And now, almost three months ahead of schedule, he has already reached the mental strength standard for a primary apprentice required by the assessment.

"What method did he use?" There were discussions all around.

But Ron noticed that Andre's expression became serious: "Something is wrong"

"What do you mean?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"Look at his pupils." Andre's expression was stern. He half-extended his arm to stop his friend next to him and slowly stepped back.

"It's too fragmented, and..."

He pointed at Locke's hands, which were trembling slightly as they touched the crystal ball. "This might be a sign of his mental power going out of control."

Sure enough, amid everyone's exclamations, Locke suddenly covered his head and let out a painful groan.

His eyes, which had been clear at first, became confused, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Oh no!" Andre pulled Ron back quickly: "Get away from it..."

Before he finished speaking, Locke suddenly let out a scream. His eyes were bloodshot, and the fluctuations of his mental power became violent.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone felt suffocated.

"Judging from the symptoms, this should be the aftereffects of the banned drug." Andre gritted his teeth and whispered, "This guy actually dared to try something like that just to boost his mental strength."

Ron noticed that the dark red mist in the crystal ball suddenly became thicker and the symbols inside began to distort, which was obviously not a good sign.

Just as everyone was retreating after seeing the bad situation, a white figure appeared in the center of the hall.

The surrounding candidate apprentices immediately retreated like a tide, their eyes revealing undisguised fear and awe.

This instinctive fear is not without reason.

As the top of the food chain in the Black Mist Jungle, official wizards possess almost unrestrained absolute power.

But what is more terrifying than power itself is the invisible sense of oppression that official wizards feel.

Ron had heard from Andre that when one's mental strength breaks through a certain critical point and reaches the standard of a formal wizard, the magic power in the body will undergo a strange activation transformation, forming a special energy field called a "domain".

This "domain" will continue to emit extremely penetrating energy radiation, which even the wizard himself will find difficult to completely contain.

Although most wizards will use special means to control this radiation to the minimum range.

But even so, being within two meters of a formal wizard would still cause people with average physical fitness to experience various discomfort symptoms - dizziness, nausea, fever, and even signs of organ failure over time.

It is said that people with particularly weak constitutions may die within minutes due to excessive exposure to radiation.

This is also why wizards always like to live alone and set up many restrictions for their homes, both to protect their privacy and research results, and to prevent unnecessary "accidental casualties."

Ron could feel that as the white-robed figure approached, the air seemed to become thicker and breathing became more difficult.

He began to feel a strange tingling sensation on the surface of his skin, as if countless needles were gently pricking it.

This feeling was so obvious even at a distance of more than ten meters, not to mention the apprentices who were forced to stay closer.

Several candidate apprentices who were closer to the white-robed wizard had turned pale, and one even began to ooze blood from his nostrils.

But no one dared to complain out loud, and no one dared to leave without permission - in the eyes of wizards, these might be regarded as disrespectful, and the consequences would often be disastrous.

This is the deterrent effect brought about by the absolute gap in power.

The apprentices respect wizards from the bottom of their hearts, not only because they are afraid of their power, but also because everyone has the desire to become such a strong person.

"Okay, if you can't stand it, just stay away."

As the white-robed wizard's cold voice rang out, he waved his staff and a circle of silver light spread out.

Everyone was forced back into the corner, leaving only Locke, who had lost control, twitching in the center.

"Interesting," the wizard guessed, "It seems he took a 'mental catalyst,' and the dosage far exceeded his tolerance limit."

As he spoke, he took out a crystal bottle from his robe, which contained a strange black liquid:
"It's a good opportunity to try this new recipe."

Ron noticed that Andre's face turned extremely ugly. As someone who was well-informed, he had obviously seen similar scenes before.

"Don't look, it will..." Andre shouted in a low voice, but Ron knew that this scene must be remembered.

This is the world of wizards - the strong treat the weak as experimental materials, and life and death are decided by a single thought.

A shrill scream interrupted Ron's thoughts. The bottle of black liquid had been forced into Locke's mouth by invisible hands. His body began to twitch violently, and something seemed to be wriggling under his skin.

The white-robed wizard raised his hand and clenched his fist, and a silver halo tightly bound the out-of-control Locke.

At this moment, Locke had completely lost his mind, his eyeballs were constantly trembling, and some constantly changing geometric patterns were reflected in his pupils.

"Ah... classic 'nystagmus'." The white-robed wizard's voice remained calm. "When mortals glimpse a truth they shouldn't see, this is the most common reaction."

He paced slowly beside Locke, like a researcher repeatedly observing a mouse in a cage:

"In that case, the 'psychic catalyst' they took should be made from the eyeballs of distorted creatures."

At this moment, a strange twisting feeling suddenly surged under Locke's skin, as if something was wriggling in his flesh.

His right arm began to swell, the skin cracking, revealing squirming flesh.

"Flesh hyperplasia." The white-robed wizard chuckled. "This is quite rare. To be infected with two kinds of alienation contamination at once."

Ron suppressed his discomfort and continued to observe. He noticed that the white-robed wizard's eyes were also trembling slightly, which was a sign left by long-term exposure to mystical knowledge.

Locke's screams gradually took on an inhuman tone, his flesh and blood constantly reorganized, forming strange alienated limbs or organs, and then immediately disintegrated.

"Stop looking and go back!" Andre pulled Ron and turned away, but those scenes were already deeply imprinted in his mind.

On the way back to the dormitory, Ron remained silent.

Those strange scenes kept flashing in his mind - the strange patterns in Locke's eyes, the wriggling flesh, the distortion in the air.
What on earth was going on? Why would taking a potion that boosted mental power lead to such horrific consequences?

"Andre..." Ron finally couldn't help but speak: "That kind of... nystagmus and flesh growth symptoms, have you ever seen it before?"

The blond boy's expression instantly turned extremely ugly: "Ron, this is not something you should be concerned about right now!"

(End of this chapter)