Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 220 Thirst
Day after day of meditation is like ants gnawing at a tree; it may seem insignificant, but it can create miracles over time.

Late at night, Ron sat alone in the workshop’s most secluded meditation room.

Two blue candles burned quietly in front of them, their flames motionless in the windless environment, emitting a faint glow.

This is a meditation environment he designed specifically for "The Star Eater's Ramblings," which can block out external interference to the greatest extent and enhance the spiritual resonance with the "starry sky."

The indoor air is fresh and pure, and after being infused with special magical potions, it helps to concentrate and release mental energy.

With a deep breath, Ron slowly closed his eyes, his mental energy extending outwards like threads.

"The Star Eater's Ramblings" has become an important part of his daily training.

His deep meditation, which he practiced at least twice a day, made him more and more familiar with the process, and he even began to look forward to the wonderful feeling of connecting with the boundless starry sky.

Meditation was in motion in his mind, and his mental energy flowed like a dark river, quiet and profound.

This is the third meditation of the day, each lasting an hour. As time goes on, the rate at which mental strength is improving is showing a clear accelerating trend.

As his mental energy spread, Ron felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Those living stars that were originally just quietly floating in the starry sky now seemed to have a purpose, slowly approaching his spiritual core.

“This feeling…” Ron’s thoughts flickered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

His consciousness had gradually left his body and was floating in that familiar dark starry sky.

All around were countless twinkling stars, their light brighter than ever before, almost blinding.

Unlike the usual quiet observation, these stars were now trembling slightly, as if they were living things wriggling.

Amidst those tremors, one could vaguely hear some unusual whispers.

[The Star Eater's Whispers Experience Points +1]

[Current Progress: The Star Eater's Ramblings (Proficiency 291/300)]

“A little more.” Ron’s heart stirred slightly, but he maintained a calm, meditative demeanor on the surface.

He only has nine experience points left to break through, which means that in a few more weeks, he will be able to push his meditation technique to the next level and lay the foundation for his ultimate breakthrough.

However, as the depth of meditation increases, those anomalies become more and more obvious.

He knew that this meant he was about to break through to the next stage of "The Star Eater's Ramblings".

According to Mrs. Allen, it should be a leap from proficiency to mastery, a qualitative leap.

As the experience points approached the critical point, the whispers became increasingly clear.

They were like whispers from the depths of the starry sky, both strange and yet carrying a certain indescribable intimacy, as if telling Ron some ancient secret.

At first, there were only sporadic whispers, like the rustling of leaves in the wind, sometimes heard and sometimes not.

Now, those murmurs have become clear and continuous, like dozens of voices whispering at the same time, their content obscure yet carrying a certain seductive rhythm.

—And that feeling of being watched.

Ron could clearly sense that deep within his meditation, countless eyes were watching him, scrutinizing him, and assessing his worth.

That wasn't ordinary observation, but a greedy, thirsty gaze, as if he were a delicious dish about to be enjoyed.

As his consciousness sank into the depths of meditation, a starry sky would automatically unfold in his mind—countless stars dotting the boundless darkness.

These stars are no longer static points of light, but living entities; they pulsate, breathe, and even hunger.

Sometimes, Ron could even see the patterns on the surface of those stars, like the blood vessels or nerves of a giant creature, constantly pulsating and conveying some unknown information.

"call"

Ron slowly opened his eyes, his forehead already soaked with cold sweat.

As the meditation approached its peak, the gaze of the stars became increasingly undisguised, almost transforming into a tangible pressure.

He could feel a tremor deep within his soul, an instinctive reaction to facing an existence far beyond his own.

"It's more serious than before."

Ron muttered to himself, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Although the process was uncomfortable, he was still satisfied with the overall progress of his meditation.

"The Star Eater's Whispers" is ultimately a prerequisite for Crown-level meditation techniques, and its difficulty and risks are naturally extraordinary.

However, this accumulation of mental pollution has begun to affect daily life.

Even when not meditating, Ron often heard those faint whispers, as if they had left a permanent mark on his soul.

"The time has come."

Ron stood up, straightened his slightly disheveled robe, and walked towards the door.

He left the meditation room and went to the main hall of the workshop.

At this time, Lilia should be studying in her study.

Sure enough, when he gently pushed open the study door, he saw the girl sitting at her desk.

She was engrossed in studying a thick book on potions, her bangs slightly disheveled from reading for so long.

Hearing the door open, Lilia immediately looked up.

Upon seeing Ron, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, which quickly turned into a respectful one:
"Teacher, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I noticed you haven't rested yet, so I wanted to ask if you've encountered any problems in your studies."

Ron walked over to her, speaking calmly.

Lilia's eyes lit up, and she quickly flipped to the pages she had marked in the book:
"There are a few things I don't quite understand, especially the purification method for 'jade droplets'."

For the next hour, Ron patiently explained various difficult questions about potions to her.

From basic theory to practical operation, and even some rare special cases, everything is explained in detail.

Unlike the previous concise and clear explanation style.

Today, Ron deliberately slowed down the pace, using more vivid language and figurative metaphors to ensure that Lilia could fully understand every concept.

He even took out paper and pen and drew several complex reaction path diagrams by hand, making the abstract theory intuitive and visible.

When Ron saw Lilia's expression of sudden understanding, a subtle sense of satisfaction rose within him.

"I see!" Lilia's eyes lit up:
"Therefore, the reason why 'jade droplets' are difficult to purify is because they are a balance of multiple elements. If any part is disrupted, the overall properties will collapse!"

Ron nodded slightly:

"That's exactly why traditional thermal extraction methods are ineffective for it, and a complex process of 'elemental separation-rebalancing' must be used."

"Teacher, you explained it so clearly!" Lilia exclaimed sincerely, her eyes filled with admiration.
"I read several books before, but I still didn't understand this principle. Now I finally understand!"

As the discussion deepened, Ron felt a warm and pure energy quietly flowing through his body.

That is “favor” – a special force formed from the students’ sincere gratitude and respect.

Lilia's "blessing" remains as pure and enduring as ever.

The characteristic of her talent, "diligence can make up for lack of talent," makes the "blessings" she generates extremely strong in their purifying and lasting nature, far exceeding those of ordinary gifted individuals.

As this power flowed in, Ron felt the pollution clinging to his mind gradually dissolving, like sunlight dispelling gloom. The whispers became blurred and distant, and the discomfort of being watched lessened considerably.

"Good idea."

As the discussion drew to a close, Ron gave his approval:
"But you need to consider whether introducing a flinging technique into the secondary filtration process could further improve the stability of the potion?"

A flash of realization crossed Lilia's eyes, and she fell into thought.

"Indeed. In theory, secondary filtering can handle a wider range of amplitude changes."

She paused for a moment, seemingly mentally rehearsing the entire process, then added:
"But this requires the creator to have real-time perception and feedback capabilities; otherwise, adjustments will lag behind energy fluctuations, causing more serious instability."

Ron nodded in satisfaction, secretly admiring the gesture.

The main reason I took this student in was because of the pure blessing brought by her talent of "diligence can make up for lack of talent".

But as time went on, Lilia's learning ability and depth of thought far exceeded his expectations.

"Extremely accurate analysis."

Ron commented sincerely, "This is precisely the core challenge faced by most of these complex operations."

He stood up, took out a thin manuscript, and handed it to Lilia:
"These are some of my recent thoughts on this special technique, which may offer you some inspiration."

Lilia accepted the manuscript with both hands, her face beaming with joy and gratitude.

For her, being able to access the teacher's thought process was a great honor and a valuable learning opportunity.

"Thank you, teacher. I will study it carefully."

After she left, Ron breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his mind return to clarity.

Lilia's grace is indeed exceptionally precious, as it is so effective in reducing mental pollution.

This is an indispensable help for Ron, who is about to embark on the path of authenticity.

"It seems I need to increase the frequency of my lectures."

Ron secretly planned that this would not only help Lilia grow faster, but also provide him with a continuous source of pollution purification.

There's no reason not to do something that kills two birds with one stone.

As the days went by, Ron's meditation practice progressed steadily.

In addition to his three daily meditation sessions, he also added teaching interactions with Lilia.

It not only covers potion science, but also extends to multiple fields such as basic spell construction and elemental theory.

This intensive teaching not only greatly benefited Lilia, but also provided Ron with a continuous stream of pure blessings, effectively counteracting the mental pollution brought about by meditation.

One evening, after training, Ron stood on the workshop's terrace, gazing at the dark, misty jungle gradually being swallowed by the night.

Unbeknownst to him, he had been in this world for nearly two and a half years, and his soul had been fused with his for almost two years as well.

Physically, he is nearly eighteen years old, an age when he would be in the intense final year of high school preparing for college entrance exams on Earth.

Two and a half years. During this time, he rose from a marginal candidate apprentice of a sixth-rank star to the chief candidate wizard.

He has mastered a variety of spells at the proficiency level, developed various high-end magical potions, and even achieved remarkable success in the field of bloodline modulation.

If he were on Earth, he would probably be buried in a sea of ​​questions, striving for the college entrance examination at this age.

Here, he stood within the power pyramid of a completely new world, able to at least look down upon the mortal realm.

"That's far from enough."

Ron muttered to himself, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Although he made rapid progress, he knew he was still just an apprentice.

In this perilous and extraordinary world, even the most basic ability to protect oneself is lacking.

Without becoming a formal wizard, one cannot enter the upper-middle class of this world, nor can one obtain true voice and security.

The road ahead is long, and becoming a formal wizard is only the first step.

After that, you need to steadily improve, lay a solid foundation, and expand your potential as much as possible.

I don't aspire to soar to great heights like those top talents, but I strive to go further and more steadily on this path.

"One more month"

With the convergence of the star rings drawing ever closer, the goal of becoming a full-fledged wizard is within reach.

Ron took a deep breath, turned around and went back inside to continue his preparations.

………………

The workshop was filled with a peaceful and serene atmosphere in the early morning.

Ailan was busy in the backyard, pruning the herbs that were growing too fast;
Dair was playing in the small pond, her golden fish tail shimmering with a mesmerizing light in the sunlight;
Lilia was preparing a sumptuous breakfast in the kitchen, and the air was filled with an enticing aroma.

These sights and sounds blend together to create a harmonious picture of everyday life.

Ron sat in his study, holding a letter from the kingdom in his hand, the Farouk family crest clearly visible on the wax seal.

"We finally have news about Andrei!"

He murmured to himself as he carefully opened the envelope.

This is the first formal reply since Andrei set off to return home a few months ago.

Previously, there had only been a few brief exchanges of magic crystal messages, which, while reporting that everyone was safe, also revealed the tense situation in the kingdom.

The letter was written in Andrei's signature sharp handwriting, the strokes like swords, exuding an undeniable sense of power.

“Dear Ron:

By the time you receive this letter, I will have reorganized my father's guards and taken control of one-third of the capital's military power.

Ron raised an eyebrow, quickly scanned the contents of the letter, and a satisfied smile gradually appeared on his lips.

Andrei's journey back home was not smooth. As soon as he stepped into the kingdom's border, he was ambushed by two trusted knights sent by his elder brother.

"Those two poor bastards," the letter read.
"They probably never dreamed they would face something. They were used to bullying the weak noble children, but they never expected to be greeted by a true knight who had awakened the bloodline of the Crimson Dragon."

Andrei mentioned the battle in a very casual manner:
Before the other party could even utter a second threatening word, his head had already rolled to the ground.

He then placed the two men's heads into specially made preservation bags and brought them to the capital.

And at the appropriate time, it was shown to those who needed to see it—a bloody but effective declaration.

"What surprised me most was my grandfather's reaction,"

The letter continued:
"When he learned that I had not only successfully awakened the Crimson Dragon bloodline, but also gained the support of Ron Ralf, the sixth-ranked member of the Black Mist School, a rare smile appeared on his usually serious old face."

Andrei's grandfather was one of the few high-ranking apprentices in the royal family and knew the true value of the hierarchical ranking.

Especially after learning that Ron had reached this level in just over a year.

The old man immediately realized that this was a great figure who was very likely to become a formal wizard in the future.

(End of this chapter)