Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 178 The Erosion Symphony
Starlight drifted slowly across the dark, misty forest, and the last vestiges of twilight outside the window were swallowed by the night.

Inside the brightly lit laboratory on the second floor of the workshop, a figure was busy at his desk, surrounded by various manuscripts and experimental equipment.

Ron took a deep breath, feeling the new energy within his body generated by his new job as a bloodline modifier.

The afterglow of his job change had not yet completely dissipated when an unprecedented understanding of the essence of life gradually became clear in his consciousness.

"Amazing……"

He muttered to himself, tapping his fingertips lightly on the lab table. The newfound abilities far exceeded his initial expectations.

Just then, his career panel flashed again, displaying more information:
[Class synergy detected: Modifier + Wizard Apprentice + Alchemist + Potion Master + Blood Knight]

[Gain collaboration bonus:]
1. Improved blood vessel extraction efficiency

2. Improved accuracy in identifying extraordinary materials
3. Improved energy conversion rate

4. Enhanced blood vessel activity

He could feel the profound changes brought about by these synergistic effects.

"Enhancing the activity of one's own blood vessels" is of extraordinary significance.

Ron closed his eyes, feeling the pulse of the chimera blood within him.

It was more active and powerful than ever before, like a sleeping beast whose potential had been awakened.

An idea formed in his mind: Now that he had reached such a level of understanding and control over his bloodline, perhaps he could help the two non-human members in the workshop?
Especially for Ailan, who has just completed her transformation and whose body is still in an unstable period, this is the best time for adjustment.

Thinking of this, Ron left the laboratory and went to the backyard.

Under the moonlight, Ailan stood beside a small tree covered in white flowers, her fingertips gently tracing the branches, causing the flowers to bloom in the night and emit a faint glow.

Dale and Lilia were already asleep, and she was all alone in the backyard.

“Alan,” Ron called softly.

The tree spirit turned around, its emerald eyes gleaming strangely in the moonlight.

"Master, why aren't you resting so late?"

"I'd like to get you a full medical checkup."

Ron said bluntly, "You've just completed your transformation, and many of your functions are not yet stable. I can help you balance and stabilize these changes."

A flicker of surprise crossed Ailan's eyes, but it quickly turned into understanding:

"Of course, shall we go to the lab now?"

"Yes, the equipment there is more complete."

Inside the laboratory, Ron had already prepared a specially designed inspection platform.

It is covered with a soft velvet cloth and surrounded by sophisticated energy monitoring devices.

"What do you need me to do?" Ailan asked softly.

The roots rose and fell gently with her movements, as gracefully as if they were performing an ancient dance.

As she stood before the examination table, a hint of hesitation crept onto her delicate face: "Master... is it necessary to..."

"Yes, we need to take off those... uh, coverings."

Ron's voice remained calm, though he had to admit he felt a little embarrassed at that moment.

"This is for scientific research, Elan."

Ailan nodded slightly, without the slightest hesitation.

The green dress she wore gradually faded with her thoughts, eventually dissipating into a wisp of green light.

She stood completely naked in the moonlight, her skin a healthy olive green, covered with extremely fine wood grain.

Ron forced himself to maintain a professional attitude and focus his attention on his research, rather than on the perfect, work-of-art female body in front of him.

However, he also discovered that Ailan is currently only mimicking the form of humans; in reality, it is still a plant-like creature that looks like a human.

Perhaps only when she becomes the "Queen of the Golden Oak" will she be largely indistinguishable from humans.

He activated the dual features of "super recognition" and "tracing" and began a comprehensive inspection.

“Please lie flat on the table,” Ron instructed, while preparing to record each discovery in detail.

Ailan obediently lay down, her long green hair cascading down on either side of the table, shimmering like silk.

Ron's hand hovered a few centimeters away from Ailan's body, his mental energy probing into her internal structure like a precision instrument.

"Amazing construction..." he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Ailan's internal structure is far more complex than imagined.

The blood flowing through the vascular system is not blood, but a vibrant green sap rich in magical properties.

Her "heart" is not a pump in the conventional sense, but an energy core that constantly delivers energy to her whole body.

"You have a special layer of photosynthetic tissue under your skin that can directly absorb sunlight and convert it into energy."

Ron checked and recorded as he went:
"This is a highly efficient structure that is not found in conventional plants, and it is closer to the original form of the ancient tree fairy."

Ailan listened quietly, occasionally her wooden skin would ripple slightly as she came into contact with Ron's mental energy, like a lake being rippled by a gentle breeze.

With the help of the effects of the professional collaboration and the bonuses from the two major characteristics, he was able to "see" the energy flow within Ailan's body with unprecedented clarity.

Every meridian and every energy node was clearly visible in his perception.

"Your bloodline is still active."

As Ron observed, he explained to Ailan:

“I can see seven main energy vortexes at the core, which is a typical feature of ancient tree fairies, but the connection between your fifth and sixth vortexes is not stable enough.”

His voice was filled with a strong academic interest:
"This third node seems to be responsible for regulating your control over the plant, but it's not stable enough yet."

Ailan nodded gently: "I can sense that sometimes it's difficult to control larger plants."

His fingers gently traced an area on Ailan's abdomen, where the skin immediately reacted to his touch, shimmering with a faint glow.

"Here... and here..."

Ron's fingertips traced several key points on Ailan's body, each touch triggering a subtle reaction:
“I can sense the natural energy gathering within you, but it still needs some guidance.”

Ailan lay quietly, allowing Ron to examine her.

Her eyes were slightly closed, as if she were sensing the changes within her body.

“Master, I can feel your spiritual power helping me rearrange my internal structure. This feeling… is very comfortable.”

Ron nodded and continued his work.

With the help of the Bloodline Modifier's abilities, he was able to clearly see the plant organs within Ailan's body that were not yet fully fused.

Some organs have a form that is between that of plants and humans, showing amazing adaptability and plasticity.

“Your body structure is very special, Ailan.” Ron noticed something unexpected:
“You not only retained all the characteristics of a tree spirit, but also developed some organ systems similar to those of humans. This dual structure is very rare in my records.”

Ron continued his examination, and when his mental energy detected Ailan's lower abdomen...

He discovered an even more surprising structure—an organ resembling a flower bud lying quietly there, its surface covered with countless tiny veins.

"This is……"

“The core of my life,” Ailan explained softly.
"The ancient tree spirits reproduce differently from humans. We store life essence through this organ, and when the time is right, we can independently give birth to new life, but it requires specific conditions and energy."

Ron nodded and recorded this important discovery in detail in his research log.

This reproductive system structure, which differs from that of humans, is of great value to his understanding of the bloodline inheritance methods of different races.

“Turn around, I need to check your back structure.”

Ailan obediently rolled over, revealing her smooth back.

At the spine, a line composed of fine wood grain can be seen, which glows slightly with her breathing.

Ron's fingers gently touched the patterns, guiding his mental energy along them to search for possible points of instability.

Ron frowned and said, "In addition, your energy conversion rate is not ideal, which will limit your ability to be used for a long time."

After completing the inspection, Ron stepped back and organized the information he had gathered.

Ailan then reassembled her green dress and quietly awaited the diagnosis results.

"Overall, the transformation has been very successful, but there are still some areas that need adjustment."

Ron walked to the medicine cabinet and took out several bottles of carefully prepared magic potions:

"I will prepare a stabilizer for you to help your bloodline fuse and stabilize better."

He paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something:
"By the way, I recently obtained a formula for a nature affinity potion, which should theoretically work for you as well. It can strengthen your connection with the elements of nature and improve energy conversion efficiency."

Although he only had the right to use the recipe given to him by Trish, he could still give the finished potions he made to those around him. However, this potion mainly stimulated the user's natural affinity, so there were few people who needed it, and the finished potion was also quite difficult to make. He had not yet considered making it the workshop's main product.

Ailan's eyes lit up: "Master, do you mean I can become stronger?"

“Not only that.” Ron picked up some sketches and ideas from the lab bench and showed them to her:
“I believe that through targeted modulation, you have the opportunity to evolve towards the direction of the Golden Oak Queen. Of course, this requires time and a large amount of rare materials.”

A strange light flashed in Ailan's eyes, and her breathing became noticeably more rapid:

"The Queen of the Golden Oaks... she's a legendary being who can breathe with the entire forest."

“That’s right,” Ron affirmed. “Your bloodline purity is already very high, and with proper conditioning and guidance, the possibility is very high.”

Ron turned around and began to prepare the stabilizer, mixing several medicinal solutions in precise proportions.

“Master, I…I am very grateful for everything you have done for me.”

Ailan suddenly spoke, her voice soft yet trembling with nervousness:

“From that slave market onwards, you gave me a new life and helped me find my true self again…”

The tree spirit paused for a moment, seemingly wanting to say something to express its loyalty.

Ron stopped what he was doing and gently shook his head:

“Emotional identification is not necessary. Loyalty is valuable, but it doesn’t have to stem from gratitude. Your existence and abilities are valuable enough on their own.”

"I know," the tree spirit's voice became firm.

"It is precisely because the master never asks for anything in return that I want to help you even more."

Ron stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the beautiful ancient tree fairy.

He could sense the sincerity in her words; it wasn't just simple gratitude, but a sense of belonging that came from the depths of her soul.

“You are an integral part of this workshop, Ailan,” Ron said with a smile.

The potion was quickly prepared, and he handed Ailan a bottle of liquid that emitted a faint green glow:
"Take a small spoonful each morning and evening, and it should help stabilize your blood circulation completely. In less than a month, you will be able to fully control your abilities."

Ailan used the vines to receive the potion and carefully put it away:

"Thank you, Master. Also... may I leave a part of my consciousness in that ancient tree in the courtyard? That feeling of being connected to the earth is very important to me."

Ron thought for a moment and nodded:
"Of course. In fact, maintaining a dual form is beneficial to your ability development. You can switch between human and tree forms as needed, which is one of the ancient tree spirits' innate abilities."

After Ailan left, he returned to his table and carefully recorded his findings and thoughts from the day.

Ailan's transformation provided valuable firsthand information, verifying many hypotheses about bloodline evolution.

In particular, the structure of energy storage and creative organs might provide inspiration for the future "furnace concept"...

……

In the following period, Ron turned his attention to another project—the research and application of “talking”.

This recording ability, originating from a celestial monster, contains enormous potential.

However, effectively integrating it into one's own spell system is a formidable challenge.

Ron stood in the workshop's acoustics laboratory, in front of a series of sophisticated instruments and crystal recording devices.

He has tried dozens of times to incorporate the special frequency of "whispering" into the sonic vibration spell, but the effect has never been ideal.

“Zzz…Kru…Niag…Rotip…”

Ron struggled to recreate that peculiar combination of syllables while simultaneously unleashing precisely controlled mental power.

The energy fluctuation diagram in the crystal ball shows that he was indeed able to induce specific patterns of mental interference by constructing these syllables himself.

However, the effects are scattered and unstable, far less impactful than the original ramblings.

"It's still far from enough."

Ron frowned as he flipped through the recorded data:

"The syllables themselves are fine, but there is still a huge gap in the transmission medium and energy mode."

He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit tired.

After more than ten hours of continuous attempts, there was almost no substantial progress.

Just then, his gaze fell on a violin in the corner of the room—a gift that Tracy had given him.

"Wait a minute..." An idea suddenly flashed into my mind: "Perhaps the problem isn't the syllables themselves, but the way they're delivered?"

Ron walked over quickly and picked up the violin.

The violin is a sophisticated musical instrument capable of producing complex resonances.

Its four strings are tuned in a specific ratio to produce a rich variety of overtones and timbre variations.

Although he only has a superficial understanding, with the help of his talent, he can already play some more complex pieces fluently.

"Sound is a form of energy transfer."

Ron's fingers gently plucked the strings:

"Musical instruments can produce complex harmonic structures that are far more stable and precise than the human voice. If the energy patterns of babbling were incorporated into music..."

He began rapidly sketching various string vibration models and harmonic diagrams on paper, combining the frequency data of his ramblings with music theory.

"If babbling is a special vibrational pattern, then perhaps it can be reproduced using musical instruments..."

I dug out my notes from when I was studying music theory a while ago. They contained detailed records of the relationships between various string lengths, tensions, and pitches.

"Different string lengths and tensions will produce different vibration frequencies, I need to try more..." Ron muttered to himself.

He began a series of calculations, breaking down the sonic patterns of the babbling into multiple fundamental frequencies, and then working backward to deduce the required string length and pressing position.

As the analysis progressed, a bold hypothesis gradually formed:

"In theory, a combination of specific notes can simulate the mental impact of delirium, and may be more subtle and effective."

Ron picked up the violin and, based on the calculated frequency combinations, began to try out a simple sequence of notes.

The sound produced when the bow is drawn across the string may seem ordinary, but it contains subtle and carefully designed frequency variations.

Simply playing the instrument had no effect, but when he tried to infuse it with his own magic and use his mental power to help construct those special sound waves...

Ron could clearly feel the air around him vibrating slightly, not only physically, but also mentally.

A potted plant in the corner of the laboratory trembled slightly, and the edges of its leaves began to turn yellow.

"It works!" Ron immediately stopped playing and quickly walked to the plant to check it.

Through his "superhuman ability to see," he could clearly see that the energy flow inside the plant was disrupted, resulting in subtle symptoms similar to pollution.

Although the impact was small, it proved that his theory was feasible.

It seems that using music as a medium for transmission is easier than simply replicating, or perhaps music is not the best medium for transmission.

Ron then immersed himself in this entirely new research direction.

He constantly adjusted the combination of notes, playing techniques, and energy input methods, recording the subtle changes in each experiment.

"Corresponding the frequency of 'Zi' to a specific interval in D minor, while simultaneously applying a subtle fluctuation of mental energy..."

Ron was taking notes as he played:
“‘Kru’ requires a special vibrato technique to simulate the energy distortion effect.”

After countless attempts and failures, Ron gradually mastered a basic "Erosion Symphony" technique:
A special performance style that can silently penetrate the target's mental defenses.

Even without directly uttering those specific syllables, similar mental interference effects can be triggered.

"Furthermore, the most astonishing discovery is that musical instruments appear to act as energy amplifiers," Ron noted in his research log.

"The same mental energy input, transmitted through the violin, is about 30% more effective and more subtle. The target may even be affected without realizing it; this gradual, insidious method of erosion already has value. However, it still has some shortcomings when used in lightning-fast encounters..."

However, he is also keenly aware that this research path is only just beginning, and there is still a long way to go before he can truly master the "Erosion Symphony".

"This technology has enormous potential, but it is also extremely dangerous."

He wrote at the end of his log:

"Even in brief experiments, I could feel a subtle backlash. We must proceed with caution, ensuring that we do not lose control while pursuing power. Bold hypotheses, careful verification—this is always the first principle."

Ron put down his pen and looked at the violin and densely packed experimental records on the table.

This time, although no breakthrough was achieved, he identified the right direction.

Like all great discoveries, true success often requires the accumulation of time and countless small steps forward.

Ron carefully put away the violin, tidied the lab bench, and prepared to start a new day.

The workshop will soon be full of life; his students will come to prepare breakfast, Alan will tend the garden, and Dale will clamor to learn new skills.

(End of this chapter)