Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 167 Thousand Transformations of Illusions
"It's not small at all!" Dale said, hands on her hips, clearly displeased.

"I've already defeated so many powerful opponents in the arena!"

Lilia chuckled softly and reached out to tidy up Dale's disheveled silver hair:

"In terms of combat power, you are indeed very strong. But physical development has its own rules, and it can't be rushed."

Dyer pouted defiantly, but quickly replaced it with a sly smile:

"Sister Lily, do you wish your master could look at your beautiful body more often?"

Lilia's blush instantly spread to her ears, and she waved her hands frantically:
"What nonsense are you talking about! My teacher is my guide, and I only have respect and gratitude for him!"

"really?"

A mischievous glint flashed in Dale's eyes. She imitated Lilia's usual tone, exaggerating as she said:

"Teacher, do you need hot water?"

"Teacher, this dish has your favorite herbs in it."

"Teacher, I've washed and ironed your robe."

Lilia, both embarrassed and angry, scooped up some water and splashed it at Dale:

"You naughty brat! If you keep talking nonsense, I won't wash your hair!"

Dyer nimbly dodged, giggling:

"Sister Lily is blushing! She's blushing!"

She spun around in the water, splashing water like a string of pearls:
"I noticed that every time Sister Lily hands something to her owner, she secretly glances at him a few more times!"

Lilia sighed and smiled helplessly:
“Dale, our teacher is very kind to us. I’m just doing my best to repay his teachings.”

Her voice softened, and a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes:
"Without him, I don't know what kind of fate I would have had. He gave me the opportunity to learn and let me see my own value."

Dale suddenly quieted down, swam to Lilia's side, and gently leaned on her shoulder:

“My master is very good to us. He saved my life, taught me so many skills, and made me so strong.”

The little siren's voice suddenly became somewhat melancholy:

"However, the master never seems to need anyone's help; he always studies alone until very late."

Lilia gently stroked Dale's damp silver hair, her voice tender yet firm:
"That's why we do everything we can to help him with the daily chores so he can focus on the really important research."

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes:
"I believe that the teacher has extraordinary pursuits and ambitions. What we can do is to support him as much as possible in our own positions."

Dale nodded thoughtfully, then regained her usual liveliness:

"But Sister Lily, if Master needs a companion, would you be willing?"

Lilia's face flushed again, and she quickly grabbed a sponge to change the subject:

"Alright, enough of that. Let me help you wash the blood off your back!"

Dyer smiled smugly, but obediently turned away, still muttering to herself:

"Sister Lily is shy, Sister Lily is shy!"

Amidst the splashing water, their laughter echoed through the bathroom...

Meanwhile, after confirming that he was the only one left in the room, Ron went straight to the laboratory at the deepest part of the second floor.

This is a special room protected by multiple isolation arrays, specifically used for experiments that require absolute privacy.

He carefully inspected the integrity of the magic circle, ensuring there were no minor breaks or energy leaks.

He wouldn't allow the slightest mistake in the upcoming advancement ceremony, which involved his core abilities.

One by one, the runes of the magic circle were activated, each rune precisely embedded in a preset position, forming a perfect closed loop of energy.

Ron's fingers traced lightly in the air, his mental energy flowing precisely into each node like water.

As the last protective rune lit up, the entire room was enveloped in a thin layer of pale blue energy, completely isolating it from the outside world.

He could sense the subtle energy fluctuations when the magic array was activated, like an invisible net that blocked out all external energy interference.

He then began to activate the Shapeshifter's Skin, which was already 100% charged.

The shapeshifter's skin was no longer the dull, silvery-gray liquid it had been when he first obtained it; instead, it possessed a shimmering, iridescent texture, flowing like melting moonlight.

Are you sure the advancement process won't cause noticeable energy fluctuations?

Ron asked in a low voice, his tone cautious, his brows furrowed, fully alert.

After all, it is the core area within the school of thought, and any abnormal energy fluctuations could lead to unnecessary trouble.

The voice of the shapeshifter echoed in his mind:
“Master need not worry. The advancement process mainly takes place at the soul level and will not produce any energy fluctuations that can be perceived externally. Moreover, with the protection of these isolation arrays, even if there is a slight leakage of energy, it will not be detected by the outside world.”

Ron pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement:

"Then, let's get started."

He sat cross-legged, holding the deformed skin in his palm.

The silver liquid gleamed eerily in the candlelight, as if something within it was awakening.

It no longer just lay there quietly, but began to flow slowly in Ron's palm, as if it had its own life.

Ron took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and calmed his heartbeat.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, carefully extending his mental energy to establish a connection with the shapeshifter's skin.

As his mental energy deepened, he could sense the astonishing energy contained within the shapeshifter's skin.

It was an ancient and profound power, like a dragon that had been sleeping for many years finally opening its eyes.

Energy is complex and variable, yet it possesses a certain ineffable order and beauty.

"can we start?"

Ron confirmed finally, his voice calm, but his mental energy now carrying a hint of cautious anticipation.

“It can begin at any time, Master,” the shapeshifter replied, its mechanical tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Once you begin, it cannot be interrupted, so please allow enough time. Please note that after the advancement is complete, I will be deeply bound to you. This is a necessary process for the subsequent upgrade to an 'exclusive weapon,' so please be prepared."

Upon hearing this, Ron gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let his consciousness sink into the depths:
"start!"

In an instant, it felt as if a bolt of lightning had pierced through his entire body.

An invisible torrent of energy erupted from the shapeshifter's skin, rushing directly into the depths of Ron's soul.

This is not ordinary magic or spiritual power, but a more primal energy that acts directly on the soul.

He could feel every inch of his mental space being washed over by this energy, like a long-dried riverbed suddenly being flooded.

At first, the feeling was both painful and wonderful, indescribable.

But as the process progressed, the pain gradually subsided, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and sensitivity.

His sensory range began to expand rapidly, allowing him to not only feel every cell in his own body, but also detect the slightest energy fluctuations in the air.

Meanwhile, the shapeshifter's skin is also undergoing astonishing changes.

The silvery liquid began to flow violently, writhing as if it were alive.

This energy fluctuation was extremely strong, like a silent gale raging within the enclosed space.

What was originally just a silver liquid is now beginning to differentiate into countless tiny structures, like a miniature universe being born.

Each tiny structure has its specific function, and they are interconnected to form a perfect whole.

Ron could clearly perceive these changes, just as he was witnessing the creation of a work of art from scratch.

He could feel the connection between the shapeshifter's skin and himself becoming stronger, almost to the point of being inseparable.

It was no longer just an external object attached to the surface of his skin, but became a part of his body, like a special second skin, integrated with the essence of his life.

The process of advancing took a long time, yet it seemed to happen in an instant.

When Ron finally opened his eyes, he found that only a few minutes had passed in the outside world, but his inner world had undergone a tremendous change.

[Advanced level successfully completed:]

Rare Antique - Shapeshifter's Skin → Glorious Legacy - Myriad Shapeshifters

【Thousand Transformations (Glorious Legacy) Effect:】
Perfect Isolation: It can form a triple energy barrier, isolating the interaction between internal and external energy.
Advanced simulation: capable of simulating the appearance and some capabilities of a specified target, improving simulation accuracy.

Record (Active Ability): Consumes 1% energy to record one move. Once selected, it can be released in one direction, but the user cannot control its power.

Note: Only moves within two ranks of your own can be recorded, and close-range contact is required for recording.

(Currently limited to Morning Star Wizards or below)

[Charging progress: Currently 0/100%]
Special Note: When the charge reaches 50%, you will gain another burst of power.

Once fully charged to 100%, it can be used as a key item for advancing to an epic class (four-star) and evolving into an exclusive weapon.

Ron carefully read the information on the panel, each line making his heart race as various possibilities rapidly unfolded in his mind.

"Perfect isolation" is the most crucial capability in his plan.

It will provide a solid guarantee for his soul-splitting plan, ensuring that there will be no energy leakage or interference during the splitting process.

"Advanced simulation" is an extremely useful ability that can play a significant role whether used to conceal one's identity or to blend into a specific environment.

The most surprising thing is the proactive ability called "record".

Being able to record and unleash other people's moves means he can directly use other people's skills, greatly expanding his combat options.

Although there are limitations—you can only record moves that are no more than two ranks above your own, and you need to be face-to-face and close to them.

But this is already an extremely powerful ability.

Ron immediately thought of an excellent application scenario:

Learn from qualified wizards who are willing to demonstrate spells during paid consultations, and then secretly record the powerful spells they cast.

"If I could record a powerful, formal wizard-level spell with each consultation, over time I could build a powerful deck of cards."

Ron calculated in his mind, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He tried to slightly mobilize the energy of the Thousand Transformations Illusion and immediately felt an unprecedented sense of control.

In the past, the skin of a shapeshifter was more like an external tool, requiring commands to be issued through thought and then waiting for execution.

The current Thousand Transformations Illusion is like a part of the body, even more intimate than the body itself. It is no longer a simple attachment relationship, but more like a part that is connected by blood and flesh.

Just like one's own skin, muscles, and bones, it has become an inseparable part of the body.

Now, with just a slight adjustment of the mind, the myriad illusions will respond immediately.

With that thought, he raised his hand, and with a single thought, his arm was immediately covered with a layer of silvery luster.

This sheen changes rapidly, creating the appearance of various materials—steel, wood, crystal, and more.

Its speed of change and the accuracy of its form are far beyond anything seen before.

"The control precision is truly amazing."

Ron was somewhat impressed, noting that the changes to the skin of previous shapeshifters always had subtle, unnatural aspects.

But now, these changes are almost indistinguishable from real materials, with the texture and feel being exactly the same.

He tried again, concentrating his mind and recalling the lion scorpion's sharp claws.

The next moment, his fingers had transformed into claws identical to those of a lion scorpion, even down to the patterns on them.

Ron lightly brushed across the tabletop, leaving several deep grooves on the hard wooden surface.

"Recording ability."

He pondered this newly acquired initiative and its potential uses:
"I can only record abilities that are no more than two ranks higher than myself. Currently, I can only record the moves of apprentices and Morning Star wizards."

(End of this chapter)