Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 221 "The Void Spider" Magus
In the unspoken rules of the extraordinary world, befriending such beings is far more valuable than possessing several armies.

“My grandfather immediately decided to support me, which dramatically changed the situation.”

Subsequently, those cunning old foxes who understood how the wizarding world worked all changed their stance and sided with me.

In the power struggles of the capital, reverence for extraordinary power is always the most powerful bargaining chip.

Ron chuckled, not surprised by the change.

In any world, power is the most direct passport.

As Andrei's strength and background were revealed, the nobles who had once looked down on him changed their attitudes and tried to befriend the newly rising prince.

The latter part of the letter describes a thrilling duel.

Andrei requested a duel before the king, a traditional way for members of the royal family to resolve disputes, which no member of the royal family had the right to refuse.

"On the day of the duel, my good brother was clearly well prepared."

Andrei wrote in the letter:

"He not only used precious alchemical tools to enhance his power, but also took forbidden potions to put himself into a berserk state."

However, all these preparations seem so pale and powerless in the face of real power.

"Thank you for forging the sword and armor for me," the letter read.
"They played a decisive role in the duel. When my elder brother's alchemical greatsword struck the breastplate, it left only a shallow mark, while my counterattack... pierced the heart cleanly and decisively."

The duel before the emperor ended in a complete victory for Andrei, a battle that established his new position in the royal family.

"Now, no one sees me as that dispensable thirteenth prince anymore."

My brothers and sisters who used to laugh at me now walk around me carefully.

Andrei's letter then shifted its focus, beginning to discuss future plans:
"I have begun to reorganize the Royal Guard and expand its influence within the military."

My father's condition fluctuates, and everyone knows his days are numbered. When the time is right, I will launch further actions to gradually gain control of the kingdom's vital resources.
Most importantly, I have begun to access the higher secrets of the "Corona Breathing Technique" within the Royal Treasury..."

At the end of the letter, Andrei once again expressed his gratitude and inquired about Ron's recent situation and plans:

"Old friend, how are things going on your end? I often think back to those days when we fought side by side in the Black Mist Jungle."

Whatever your plans, remember my promise—that you will receive the highest honors from the King the moment you set foot in the kingdom.

Your loyal Andrei Farooq

After reading the letter, a faint smile appeared on Ron's lips.

He took out paper and pen and began to write a reply:

Andrei:

I was overjoyed to receive your letter.

Your success was not unexpected, but the speed at which it happened still impressed me.

As for me, everything is proceeding according to plan. My most important goal right now is to strive for the formal wizarding realm.

Ron briefly described his recent achievements and plans, deliberately avoiding details about the real path, only saying that he was trying to get promoted.

"If all goes well, I will be promoted within two months."

After becoming a full-fledged wizard, I plan to travel to the Central Lands first. Of course, before that, I'll return to the kingdom to visit my family and, incidentally, pay a visit to my old friend—perhaps His Majesty the King?

At this point, Ron paused for a moment, considering how to express the next part:

"Be extremely careful when it comes to the Corona Breathing Technique, as those ancient and extraordinary traditions are often accompanied by unexpected risks."

We can discuss the specific details when I return to the kingdom.

The struggle for the throne is a marathon, not a sprint.

Take steady steps, accumulate strength and support, and wait for the best opportunity.

Remember, a true king needs not only courage and strength, but also wisdom and patience.

You can send your reply to the Council Hall in the Black Mist Jungle; someone will forward it to me.

Your friend - Ron Ralph

After writing the letter, Ron sealed it with special sealing wax and put it in a mailbag.

He planned to arrange for someone to send it to the post office later, so that it could be delivered to the kingdom through special channels.

"Andrei's progress is going very smoothly."

Ron muttered to himself, pondering his future plans.

If Andrei can successfully ascend the throne, he will provide the Ralph family with a powerful political backer.

And this alliance will become even stronger after he becomes a full-fledged wizard.

I can go home and visit then.

While acquiring the final stage of the "Corona Breathing Technique," I will completely settle matters concerning the kingdom and make final preparations for heading to the Central Lands.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Teacher, breakfast is ready."

Lilia's voice came through the door, gentle and respectful.

"Understood, I'll be right there." Ron carefully put the letter away, got up and left the study.

Inside the restaurant, a sumptuous breakfast was already laid out on the table:

The golden-yellow egg rolls exuded an enticing aroma;
The perfectly fried bacon is neatly arranged on a white porcelain plate;
The vegetable salad is brightly colored and garnished with a few drops of special seasoning oil;
There was also a pot of fragrant black tea, steaming gently.

All of this is Lilia's masterpiece; she has become an indispensable part of the workshop.

After Ron was seated, Lilia began to serve him food with practiced and elegant movements.

"The bacon was baked for a bit too long today, hopefully it won't affect the taste."

She spoke softly, her voice tinged with trepidation.

Ron took a bite and nodded in approval: "It's cooked just right, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, better than last time."

Upon hearing this compliment, Lilia's eyes lit up, and a joyful smile appeared on her face.

This attention to detail and pursuit of perfection are the most valuable qualities in her character.

“By the way, teacher,” Lilia asked as she poured Ron some tea.
"Will the afternoon experiment proceed as scheduled? I have all the materials ready."

“Yes, it’s proceeding according to plan.” He nodded. “How’s the purification technique practice going?”

"Final checks have been completed, and the error is within acceptable limits."

Lilia answered crisply and decisively; her professional training over this period had made her increasingly adept at her role as a lab assistant.

Ron nodded again in satisfaction and continued enjoying his breakfast.

After the meal, he toured the workshop, checking the operation of various facilities.

Each such inspection filled him with a peculiar sense of satisfaction.

This workshop is his first real "home" in this world, and every corner reflects his hard work and wisdom.

From the sophisticated instruments in the alchemy lab to the various distillation equipment in the potion-making workshop;
From the protective magic array in the small training ground to the lush herb garden in the backyard.
Every detail reflects its owner's pursuit of perfection.

When Ron walked into the backyard, he saw Elaine watering the plants.

The vines gently caressed each plant, as if communicating with them.

“Master.” Ailan noticed Ron’s arrival, turned around and bowed, her emerald green eyes sparkling with joy.

"How are they growing?" Ron asked, his gaze sweeping over the herbs.

“Very good, especially those buds that you modified, they adapted to the environment faster than expected.”

Ailan pointed to a specially isolated area where several strangely colored plants were grown.

Their leaves have an unnatural deep purple hue that shimmers slightly in the sunlight.

"We need to strengthen monitoring and immediately isolate and handle any abnormal mutations that are detected," Ron instructed.

Any uncontrolled abyssal plant could cause widespread pollution and destruction.

“Understood, Master. I have been closely monitoring their energy fluctuations,” Ailan replied respectfully.

Afterwards, Ron went to check on Dale's training.

The little sea monster is practicing its water manipulation technique in the pool.

Her movements have become increasingly fluid, enabling her to condense a large mass of water into various complex shapes and even give it simple trajectories.

"Master!" Upon seeing Ron, Dale leaped out of the water with joy, her long silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.

"Look at my new skill!"

She swept her hands through the air, and dozens of water columns immediately rose from the surface. They then quickly condensed into a wall of water, before disintegrating into countless water arrows that shot toward their intended targets.

The entire process was fluid and graceful, showcasing the little siren's exquisite control over the water element.

"Not bad progress." Ron nodded approvingly.
"But the conversion process can be made simpler to reduce energy loss."

Dale nodded seriously and immediately tried to adjust her movements according to Ron's suggestion.

This is daily life in the workshop—peaceful and fulfilling, with everyone constantly improving in their respective roles.

Ron walked along the corridor, silently pondering the countdown to the convergence of the star rings.

Everything was proceeding according to plan. He had completed most of his preparations and was now just waiting for the crucial moment to arrive.

"A formal wizard."

That will be the starting point of his true rise in this world, the beginning of a completely new phase.

………………

The sixth level of the abyss, the "Labyrinth Domain".

The sky here—if it can even be called the sky—
It was displaying a nauseating dark purple hue, occasionally punctuated by flashes of blinding scarlet lightning that illuminated the intricate labyrinthine structure below.

The maze is not static, but constantly writhing and deforming, like the internal organs of some giant creature.

The walls are made of a substance that looks like rock but is as soft as flesh, with tiny holes all over its surface, from which it occasionally emits luminous gas.

These gases form complex patterns in the air, which then quickly dissipate.

The ground was a sticky black substance, and every step made an unsettling sucking sound, as if something was trying to devour the soul of the person stepping on it.

At one corner of the maze, a cloud of black mist gradually condensed, forming a human-shaped silhouette.

That is the true form of "Mr. Sacred Disc".

Unlike the clone that was killed by Lady Allen at the Bloodline Altar, this body is stronger and more deformed.

Half of his face had completely melted, turning into a writhing mass of flesh.

Dozens of eyes of varying sizes were open on it, each flashing with a mad light.

The other half of his face, however, still retained human features: pale skin and sharp eyes.

The right side of the body has been completely deformed, the arm has been extended more than three times its normal length, and the fingertips have turned into sharp bone blades;
The left side barely maintained a human form, but its skin was covered with countless tiny black runes, like some kind of parasite wriggling under the skin.

The monster struggled to its feet, spitting out a mouthful of foul-smelling black liquid, a flicker of pain in its eyes.

"Damn Allen"

Mr. Shengpan cursed under his breath, "I never expected that half-crippled old woman would still retain such great power."

His voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant; with each word he spoke, his distorted eyes would twitch violently.

"The clone was completely destroyed, and its connection with the main body was also severed."
Fortunately, I had prepared in advance and dispersed part of my consciousness within the core; otherwise, even my main body would likely have been severely damaged.

Mr. Saint Pan looked around, trying to pinpoint his exact location.

However, in the labyrinthine realm, direction and distance are relative concepts, and even the passage of time varies.

"We must find a way out as soon as possible and return to the world of the surface."

He muttered to himself, a hint of urgency in his voice: "The plan cannot be abandoned now."

Just then, the surrounding space suddenly began to distort.

The walls rippled like water, and the black substance beneath the ground began to boil, emitting a hissing sound that made your teeth ache.

A suffocating pressure came from all directions, and even the air became viscous, as difficult to circulate as congealed blood.

Mr. Saint Pan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a trace of fear etched deep in his soul flashed across his face.

He was all too familiar with this energy fluctuation—it was the approach of an existence several levels stronger than him!

"Throne One."

His voice trembled, and his distorted eyes darted around frantically, as if searching for a way to escape.

However, in the labyrinthine realm, escape is futile.

Especially when facing those true rulers of the abyss.

Space shattered like glass, revealing the endless void behind it.

A shadow gradually emerged from the crack.

Its body was so enormous that Mr. Holy Disc had to tilt his head back to see its outline.

"Kneel down, my servant."

A voice resounded in his mind; it was not a language transmitted through sound waves, but an imprint directly on his soul.

Mr. Saint Pan's knees buckled uncontrollably, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

He didn't even try to resist.

In the heart of the abyss, any resistance against the Supreme Apostle would only make one look ridiculous.

The spatial rift continued to widen, and more figures emerged from it.

They come in various shapes and sizes, but each one exudes a suffocating aura of power.

The first thing to emerge was a strange humanoid creature.

Its body is made up of countless thin black threads that are constantly weaving, separating, and recombining, making its shape difficult to determine.

The only constant part is a pale spider mask, set in the center of the silk-woven "head".

The mask has no facial features, only nine vertically arranged eyes, each a different color, shimmering with a mysterious light like stars in the universe.

The silk threads not only form its body, but also extend in all directions.

They vanished into the darkness of the void, as if connected to countless parallel worlds.

Magus the Void Spider – leader of the High Apostles.

Mr. Saint Pan dared not look directly at the mask, and could only lower his head, awaiting the verdict.

Behind Magus, two more figures emerged from the spatial rift.

One was a slender figure covered in silver scales, her entire body enveloped in intricate armor, with only half of her face exposed.

That half of her face was stunningly beautiful, flawless like a work of art, yet radiating a heterogeneous beauty that transcended human aesthetics.

Her eyes were pure silver, without pupils, yet they could see through all illusions.

Isabella, the "Daughter of Metamorphosis"—the intelligence controller among the Supreme Apostles.

The other one is completely beyond the scope of biological understanding.

It looks like a cloud of mist that is constantly changing shape, with countless tiny stars twinkling inside.

The mist sometimes condensed into human shapes, and sometimes dispersed into a nebula, but the gray-black heart in the center remained constant.

The surface of the heart is covered with eyes—eyes of different races and creatures, from humans to creatures of the abyss.

Those eyes blinked constantly, as if observing the changes in countless worlds.

Nath, the "Invisible Mist"—the Time Watcher among the Supreme Apostles.

Mr. Shengpan's body began to tremble slightly, unable to stop himself.

Being able to see all three High Apostles at the same time is an "honor" that usually means a fate worse than death.

“Raise your head, Holy Disk.”

Magus's voice echoed in his mind again, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather:

“You need not be afraid. We have summoned you today because we have an important task to entrust to you.”

Mr. Saint Disc hesitated for a moment before slowly raising his head, but wisely avoided looking directly at the nine eyes on the spider mask.

"Your Majesty, I have failed. My clone was completely destroyed by that woman, Allen."

His voice was filled with regret and fear: "I have failed the Eye of the Abyss's expectations, and I have failed the power that was bestowed upon me."

Magus's silken body rippled slightly, and the nine eyes on his mask shimmered with different lights.

"The plan has never stopped, Holy Plate. Failure is merely a stepping stone to success."

His voice carried a certain transcendent tranquility:
“Alan’s intervention was within my expectations. Although her power has been weakened, her foundation remains. You are indeed still not strong enough to deal with her.”

Isabella took a step forward, a slight smile appearing on her half-perfect face.

(End of this chapter)