Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 230 Birth Container
A hint of alarm flashed in her eyes: "This energy fluctuation is unusual. It doesn't seem like a normal leak, but rather like... some kind of deliberate sabotage."

"Wasn't the bloodline altar's defenses just reinforced?" Ron frowned in thought. "Unless..."

“Someone forcibly broke the seal,” Mrs. Allen continued, “and it wasn’t something an ordinary person could do.”

The two looked at each other and saw the same thought in each other's eyes: the Eye of the Abyss.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps came from inside the room.

Then came the slightly hurried calls from Lilia, Dale, and Ailan: "Teacher!" "Master!"

The three practically rushed to the door. Lilia's face was filled with anxiety and worry, Ailan's vines trembled nervously, and Dale stared at Ron with wide golden eyes in astonishment.

"Master, you...you've changed!" Dale exclaimed, her golden eyes gleaming with admiration.
"Your aura is completely different!"

Ron smiled slightly, a warmth welling up in his heart from this unexpected reunion: "Yes, I have successfully advanced to become a full-fledged wizard."

Lilia took a soft breath, her eyes filled with both amazement and a hint of sadness.

"Congratulations, teacher." Her voice was soft and sincere, and although she tried her best to hide it, the moisture in the corners of her eyes still betrayed the complex emotions in her heart.

"Master, you've finally succeeded." Ailan's vines gently brushed against Ron's arm, her emerald green eyes revealing obvious relief.

The separation of just a few days felt like a lifetime ago.

Looking at the three familiar faces in front of him, Ron's heart, which had long been cold and numb, slowly began to warm up.

During his ascension through the path of authenticity, he experienced a qualitative change at the level of his soul.

Looking back on those terrifying visions and challenges, standing here now, looking at these people who care about him, he feels as if he has lived through another world.

“You all look fine,” Ron said with a smile, his tone gentler than usual. “You must have been quite worried these past few days.”

Dale immediately jumped to Ron's side and spun around excitedly: "Master has become so powerful! It feels like the stars are shining around me!"

Looking at the heartwarming scene before her, Lilia felt both happy and somewhat disappointed.

She knew that her teacher's success meant that they would inevitably part ways in the near future.

The path to becoming a true wizard extends far beyond this Black Mist Forest; it leads to a much wider world.

At the same time, she was also sincerely gratified by her teacher's achievements.

From the first day she stepped into the workshop, she knew that Ron was destined to be extraordinary.

Witnessing his transformation firsthand, even with the sorrow of parting, my admiration for him remains undiminished.

"I'll go help Sister Ailan prepare tea and snacks," Lilia said with a smile, trying to hide the complex emotions in her heart.
"Although it's not as grand as usual, it's at least a chance to celebrate the teacher's promotion."

Mrs. Allen led them to the backyard, which was always a simple and comfortable resting area.

The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, adding a touch of peace to everything.

As Ron watched this scene, he suddenly recalled the scene of destruction he had witnessed during his ascension.

The Earth was swallowed up, and everything turned to nothingness.

That apocalyptic feeling stood in stark contrast to the peace before me.

"What are you thinking about?" Mrs. Allen noticed Ron's absent-mindedness and asked softly.

"I'm thinking about what the purpose is of the power gained through authentic means."

Ron's eyes deepened: "During the ascension, I witnessed stars being devoured and civilizations collapsing. Was it a warning or a prophecy?"

Mrs. Allen pondered for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes:
"That is the perspective and memory of the 'devourer.' It tells you the nature and possibility of power, and that you can only have control after you have mastered the power yourself. Power itself is neither good nor evil; it is the user who has the perspective."

Ron nodded, seemingly understanding something: "Of course, no matter how far the road ahead may be, it is all taken one step at a time."

He looked up into the distance, his gaze piercing through the canopy of the dark, misty forest, as if he could see even further beyond:

"I only hope that I can climb as high as possible, and perhaps one day I will be able to understand those truly 'great people' and why they made those choices."

Mrs. Allen's eyes showed approval: "It seems you have a true thirst for knowledge—not satisfied with your current achievements, but always seeking higher and farther possibilities."

She raised her teacup to Ron, saying, "For the endless journey, for the never-ending exploration."

Ron also raised his glass in response: "For the eternal quest."

In this warm atmosphere, a rapid knocking suddenly broke the silence.

Ron and Mrs. Allen exchanged a glance, signaling for Dale and the other two to stay in the courtyard, while the two of them walked through the corridor together.

Mrs. Allen controlled the moving vines to open the door, and Holt's tall, slender figure appeared in the doorway.

His face showed unusual tension and anxiety, and he rushed in without even bothering with etiquette.

"Ron! I've been looking all this way, and I'm so glad you're here."

Holt's voice was somewhat hurried:

"Something's happened at the Bloodline Altar! Instructor Soren has been attacked, the altar's seal has been broken, and a large amount of abyssal energy is leaking out!"

"Who did this?" Ron asked immediately, his voice unusually cold.

Holt took a deep breath and answered solemnly:

"It is said to be 'Mr. Holy Disc,' and he may be looking for you."

Ron's sharp gaze was fixed on Holt. He maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but he was extremely alert inside.

Since becoming a formal wizard, his perception has undergone a qualitative leap.

At this moment, a subtle sense of unease, like a tiny thorn, gently pricked his nerve endings.

"Really? How did you find out so quickly, Senior Holt?"

Ron asked calmly, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

His eyes, however, were subtly scanning every detail of "Holt".

The "hunting evil" ability granted by the Demon Hunter Knight is triggered, and an instinctive sense of warning spreads from the surface of the skin to the depths of the nerves.

Like a jolt of electricity, or a stream of icy water, it instantly permeated his sensory system.

It was a special perception of the abyss, as direct and primal as a hunter's ability to smell his prey.

This feeling is different from the usual magical fluctuations; it's more like a rejection reaction from the depths of one's bloodline, a witcher's innate keen intuition for evil.

Ron was certain almost instantly—the "Holt" in front of him was definitely not the real person.

He activated his "Extraordinary Recognition" skill, his mental energy extending cautiously like invisible tentacles.

Gently touching the energy outline of "Holt," capturing those subtle fluctuations that are imperceptible to the naked eye.

[Recognition Result:]
Target: Disguised Creature (Abyss Awakener)
Main body: Suspected to be 'Mr. Holy Disc'
Energy characteristics: The chaotic fluctuations unique to the sixth layer of the abyss, bearing obvious traces of the "labyrinth domain".

Change state: In 80% camouflage state, with obvious energy instability points around the neck and eyes.
Threat Level: Dawn Star (Potential Dark Sun Class)

Special characteristics: Carries an unknown high-level energy substance within the body, suspected to be blessed by an apostle, extremely dangerous.

Ron's heart skipped a beat, but his outward appearance remained calm, like a still lake beneath which undercurrents surged. At this moment, he had already quietly constructed multiple spell models in his mental world, each one extremely precise, ready to be released all at once at the most crucial moment.

At the same time, he precisely controlled the contraction of the "radiation field," completely locking the energy fluctuations that should have leaked out into his body, preventing his astute opponent from noticing anything amiss.

"How is Instructor Soren's injury? How much of the altar's protective measures are still operational?"

Ron feigned concern, but every word he uttered was actually a stalling tactic to buy time and allow himself to prepare more thoroughly.

His spiritual power had quietly extended to his waist, establishing an initial connection with the substitute puppet.

"Master Soren's fate is unknown, and the seal on the altar has been completely broken."

"I can't help but say anxiously," Holt said, his eyes glancing casually behind Ron, seemingly assessing Mrs. Allen's condition.
"We need to get to the scene immediately. The vice dean is already organizing the defense. There are signs of abyssal energy leakage within the school, and the situation is more critical than we thought."

Ron noticed the subtle change in the other person's gaze, which further confirmed his judgment.

His mental energy has already constructed a spell model of "sonic oscillation erosion state", which can unleash astonishing destructive power with just a thought.

Mrs. Allen clearly sensed something was wrong. Her dark green eyes narrowed slightly, and her fingers, hidden in her long sleeves, quietly reached for the storage container.

She exchanged a barely perceptible glance with Ron, a tacit understanding unique to master and apprentice.

"Really? Then we should act immediately."

Ron walked forward slowly, his expression calm:
"But before that, I have a question—"

He paused abruptly, his gaze piercing the imposter's eyes like a knife, his voice icy and devoid of any warmth:
"Mr. Holy Disc, why did you disguise yourself as Holt to see me?"

Holt's disguise froze for a moment, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a sinister smile.

His once gentle eyes suddenly turned malicious, and the corners of his mouth twisted into an unsettling arc.

"It's amazing that you were able to see through my disguise."

The other person's voice was no longer Holt's, but had become a hoarse, unpleasant, and strange tone, as if multiple voices were overlapping:
"As expected of someone marked by the Throne Holders."

Before he finished speaking, Holt's body began to twist and deform, like a wax figure melting and being reshaped under high temperature.

A purplish-black energy surged beneath his skin, flowing like liquid and completely distorting his original human form.

The eyes transformed into seven bizarre eyeballs of varying sizes, each rotating as if it possessed its own independent consciousness;

Its body swelled rapidly, tearing its original clothes and revealing deformed limbs covered with purplish-black scales.

"But it's too late! Ron Ralph, the Eye of the Abyss has already marked you as the vessel for the throne seed! Lord Magus the Void Spider personally chose this seed for you; you will become the vessel for the birth of the Fourteenth Throne!"

However, the moment the Holy Disc transformed, Ron had already moved.

In that instant, all the prior preparations came to a head.

With the "Origin Circuit" activated, the magic power within the body flows along the most efficient path, completely different from the simple magic power output of the past. Now, every bit of magic power is precisely guided to the optimal position without any waste.

The "radiation field" expanded instantly, enveloping the entire space, and the energy particles in the air were drawn and accelerated by this force;
"Super Magic Techniques" were pushed to their limits, with the speed and power of spell construction reaching unprecedented heights.

—Sonic oscillation erosion state!
Ron gently pushed with his palm, and an energy ripple, almost invisible to the naked eye, spread out toward the Holy Disc.

The combination of sonic vibrations and "Erosion Symphony" inherently contains corrosive whispers from the depths of the starry sky, which are extremely effective against all those tainted by the energy of the abyss.

Furthermore, the "Hunting Evil" trait of the "Witcher" class further amplifies its lethality against abyssal creatures, creating a near-perfect counter.

The residual energy from the intersection of the star rings still flowed in the air, and that special celestial energy resonated with the sound waves, further enhancing the power of the attack.

The ripples appear gentle, but in reality they contain a terrifying power capable of tearing apart a star.

"Damn it...that kid!"

The Holy Disc, which was not yet fully transformed, clearly did not expect Ron to condense such a terrifying attack so quickly.

By the time he realized the danger, it was too late to build an effective defense.

The ripples, upon contact with his deformed body surface, immediately produced a chilling effect.

The deformed tissues began to rot rapidly, as if corroded by some kind of strong acid, making a "sizzling" sound.

A purplish-black liquid gushed from the wound, but what was even more terrifying was that the liquid itself began to decompose, turning into wisps of black smoke that quickly dissipated into the air.

Ron's eyes revealed a calm calculation—this was the effect of the "synchronous ripple" property, creating a perfect frequency resonance with the target.

The terror lies in the word "echo."

The ripples did not dissipate, but continued to generate and overlap within the Holy Disc.

Wave after wave of shocks tore his tissues and organs apart from the inside.

Each resonance is more intense than the last, and the damage increases exponentially, like an ever-expanding nightmare that completely destroys the target from within.

"Ahhh!"

The sacred disc emitted a piercing scream, its body began to crumble and rot in large patches, and its seven eyes were filled with unbelievable terror:
"Damn it! How could you... How could such power be wielded by a newly promoted official wizard!"

Mr. Saint Disc was almost instantly critically injured by this attack, but Ron's attack was far from over.

Thanks to the unlocking of the "Dual Soul" special talent, he is now able to construct two spell models simultaneously.

—Radiant Ring Compression Explosion!

A bird of light, composed of pure light elements, flew out from Ron's palm, its graceful form resembling a mythical phoenix. Every feather was exquisitely detailed, reflecting a dazzling light.

It traced a graceful arc in the air, then hovered, before finally swooping precisely down towards the heavily damaged Holy Disc.

Beneath the beautiful exterior of this luminous bird lies a deadly threat; every feather contains destructive energy compressed to its limit.

The Holy Disc seemed to recognize the attack, and its seven eyes were filled with pure terror:
"Euni's—"

Before he could finish speaking, the light bird had already crashed into his body.

The initial impact was not alarming, and even relieved the Holy Disc.

But the next second, a terrifying scene unfolded—the light bird's body suddenly exploded, transforming into countless light blades that completely tore the Holy Disc's body apart from the inside.

That's the power of the "compression explosion" characteristic, which concentrates all energy into a very small area and releases it, causing destructive power several times greater than that of a conventional attack.

Each blade of light was like a sharp scalpel, precisely cutting through every energy line within the Holy Disc's body, severing its circulation, and dismantling its defense mechanisms.

Most of the Holy Disc's body was destroyed, leaving only a twisted mass of flesh that barely maintained a human form.

Four of the seven eyes had gone completely out, and the remaining three were also dim and lifeless.

Surprisingly, he didn't collapse; instead, he let out a near-manic laugh.

The voice contained pain and despair, yet also carried a kind of morbid fanaticism.

"I cannot fail! Lord Magus's blessing, the Seed of the Throne, will grant me rebirth!"

Suddenly, the chest of the Holy Disc split open, like a blooming flower of flesh and blood, revealing a blood-red bead.

(End of this chapter)