Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 236 Pocket Hut
Ron was very satisfied with their performance.

These two capable assistants each have their own strengths, and they can share a lot of the work with him, whether in scientific research or daily affairs.

Just as everything was ready, a muffled rumble came from afar, like the low growl of an ancient behemoth.

Ron looked up and saw that in the far distance, the earth suddenly rose up, and waves of earthy yellow magic energy formed distorted vortexes in the air.

Then, as if lifted up by an invisible hand, the buildings rose from the ground, their outlines gradually becoming clear, and the walls and roofs quickly taking shape.

"That is..." Lilia's eyes widened in surprise, and she temporarily forgot about the examination she was doing.

"A temporary settlement for the school of thought."

Ron explained calmly, a hint of academic interest flashing in his eyes:

"Earth wizards are using 'fossilized mud' and various construction spells to build temporary shelters for evacuees. These spells can create a complex of buildings that meet basic living needs in a short time by reorganizing the underground minerals and rock structures."

As the vulture raced closer to the temporary settlement at high speed, Ron was able to clearly observe the strange sight of tall buildings rising from the ground.

As the caster moved, the ground trembled, and beams of earth-yellow light surged from the ground.

Under the guidance of magic, the soil and rocks flowed and deformed, reassembling into walls, roofs, and foundations as if they were alive.

Buildings with simple exteriors but solid structures are taking shape rapidly.

Ron watched the entire process intently, his mind already analyzing the principles behind the spells and the trajectory of their energy flow.

This kind of knowledge derived from practice is often more valuable than theoretical knowledge from books, especially for a wizard like him who likes to pursue the interdisciplinary application of knowledge.

"It doesn't look fancy, but it's practical enough."

Ron's mind contained both academic analysis and some admiration for the school's efficient crisis response capabilities:

"At this speed, all evacuees can be resettled within a few days. The value of earth elemental wizards is especially evident at times like this."

His gaze swept over the newly built houses, and through his "supernatural perception" ability, he could clearly see the magical flow lines within the buildings.

Although the exterior is simple, even somewhat rough, the internal structure is clearly well-designed.

The traces of magical flow indicate that these buildings not only possess basic living functions, but have also been enshrined with defensive and stabilizing magic arrays, sufficient to resist ordinary abyssal pollution.

"Ron!"

A familiar voice came from behind, sounding somewhat urgent.

Ron turned around and saw Mrs. Allen flying towards him on a broomstick, just like the real old witch in those fairy tales.

But what intrigued him even more was that a small wooden box, about the size of a palm, was floating behind the other person, its surface covered with complex runes.

The runes shimmered with a strange rhythm, creating a mesmerizing cadence.

“Madam, what is this?” Ron looked at the box with curiosity, a strong academic interest flashing in his eyes.

A rare look of smugness appeared on Mrs. Allen's face:

"Let me show you something interesting. After all, as your guide, I should leave you with some impressions before I leave."

This expression was extremely rare on Mrs. Allen's face, making Ron even more curious about the floating box.

This old woman usually maintained a calm and composed demeanor, rarely displaying such almost boastful emotions.

When the group arrived at an open space near the temporary resettlement area, she gently placed the small box on the ground.

Mrs. Allen took out a silver key from her bosom. Its surface was engraved with runes similar to those on the box, and it gleamed with a faint blue light in the sunlight.

She inserted the key into a barely visible keyhole on the side of the box.

“Watch closely,” she said softly, then turned the key.

The box emitted a faint light, and the runes on its surface lit up one by one, forming a flowing halo.

Then, the top of the box suddenly opened, and a dense magical energy surged out, forming a translucent sphere in the air.

That magical power was completely different from ordinary energy fluctuations; it was more profound and ancient, seemingly carrying some indescribable weight of time.

The sphere rapidly expanded, revealing a blurry outline inside, which gradually became clear—it was Mrs. Allen's familiar herbal medicine shop!
Complete, every brick and tile is exactly the same as the original, from the dilapidated porch to the window frames covered with the marks of time.

Even the strange, unidentified plant in front of the door was perfectly recreated.

With a soft "pop," the sphere shattered and disappeared, and the herbal medicine shop stood firmly on the ground, as if it had always been there.

The entire process was incredibly quiet, without any smoke or residual energy.

A rare look of surprise flashed across Ron's eyes, and he even forgot to maintain his usual calm expression:
"Spatial folding? Or some kind of form transformation? Or perhaps dimensional crossing?"

His mind raced as he tried to analyze everything he had just seen.

This spell clearly exceeded his current knowledge, involving principles deeper than the spatial theories he had learned.

This unknown is the best catalyst to stimulate his curiosity.

Mrs. Allen smiled slightly, a hint of smugness flashing in her deep green eyes:

"It's a bit of both, but not entirely. It's 'Pocket House,' an ancient spatial spell that can shrink and then enlarge a building while preserving its internal structure and contents."

It's perfect for people like me who need to move frequently but don't want to give up their comfortable homes.

Her tone carried a hint of pride, clearly indicating her satisfaction with the spell:

"Think about it, being able to take your own little home with you wherever you go, isn't that convenient?"

Ron's eyes gleamed with intense academic interest, and he could hardly conceal his envy.

This kind of magic is undoubtedly priceless for a wizard who is constantly exploring and traveling.

There's no need to worry about accommodation, and no need to readjust to a new environment every time you arrive in a new place.

You don't even have to worry about the safety and privacy of your personal belongings—these are conveniences that cannot be measured in money.

"Madam, may I ask you for guidance on this magic?" He finally couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with an unusual eagerness.

As he was being questioned, he habitually reached for the magic stone pouch at his waist, preparing to pay the corresponding tuition fees.

During his past apprenticeship, he had to pay a certain amount of magic stones to ask Mrs. Allen for any knowledge, which had become a conditioned reflex for him.

However, Mrs. Allen waved her hand, stopping him from doing so.

This move surprised Ron, who knew that Mrs. Allen always valued knowledge and never imparted it casually.

"Put your magic stone away; I don't intend to take it from you."

Mrs. Allen's eyes held a hint of mockery, and a slight smile curved her lips:

“You are now a formal wizard, and our relationship has become more equal. Besides, this kind of spell is not very valuable, and it is not as rare or complicated as you think.”

Ron was slightly surprised, raising an eyebrow slightly: "But it looks so effective."

"The difficulty lies not in the spell itself."

Mrs. Allen pushed open the door of the herbal medicine shop, gesturing for the others to follow:

"The real secret lies in the building's construction materials."

Stepping into the herbal medicine shop, the familiar aroma of herbs greets you, bringing a sense of peace as always.

The store layout was exactly the same as before, with every item in its proper place, as if it had never been moved.

"In order to achieve such spatial scaling and folding, materials with inherent spatial characteristics must be used in construction."

Mrs. Allen explained, her tone carrying a touch of professional rigor:
"Ordinary materials will be directly crushed or deformed under this operation, and the integrity of the structure cannot be maintained."

Ron immediately noticed some faint lights in the corner that were almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Using his "Supernatural Recognition" skill, he saw that the walls and floors of the entire shop contained a special energy pattern that formed a complex and stable array.

The patterns are arranged in a near-perfect regularity, both fixed and flexible, maintaining the structural stability of the building amidst spatial changes.

“These materials.” Ron touched the wall thoughtfully, feeling the subtle energy fluctuations emanating from his fingertips.

The feeling was extremely peculiar, as if the wall existed simultaneously in multiple tiny spaces, and each touch would cause a subtle spatial resonance.

"The 'Black Sand Essence' and 'Blood Crystal Stone' from the abyss, mixed with the 'Twisted Wood' from the fourth layer, plus a small amount of 'Sky Iron'."

Mrs. Allen listed them off as if they were her most treasured possessions:

“Each material has a certain degree of spatial characteristics. After special treatment, they are woven together to form an architectural structure that is highly compatible with spatial magic.”

Upon hearing these names, Ron's heart stirred.

He had read about these materials in "The Abyssal Creatures Illustrated Guide".

"Black Sand" can spontaneously form micro-wormholes;
"Blood Crystal Stone" can store and release spatial energy;

The "twisted wood" comes from the fourth layer of the ecosystem that defies the laws of nature, and its fibrous structure can withstand spatial deformation.
"Void Iron" is a rare metal that can remain stable across different spatial states.

These are all rare resources that can only be obtained through exploration of the abyss, and the risks and difficulties involved are self-evident.

"Therefore, to build such a dwelling, the first thing needed is..."

"Go explore the abyss."

Mrs. Allen took over the conversation, her deep green eyes fixed on Ron, flashing a complex light that was both a warning and an encouragement:
"As you think, this is the real challenge and the real value."

Ron pondered for a moment, feeling a subtle sense of destiny guiding him.

From the destruction of the seal on the bloodline altar to the appearance of the "Throne Seed," and now this spatial spell, everything seems to be leading him in the same direction—exploration of the abyss.

Once they reached the central region, this seemed to be an inevitable task.

It's not just about the materials for this mobile dwelling, but also the abyssal metals needed to forge the activated magic sword, and various abyssal substances with unique effects.

However, venturing into the abyss rashly is obviously extremely dangerous, especially knowing that one has already been targeted by the Supreme Apostle.

Ron's thoughts shifted to a more prudent strategy—using the substitute puppet to explore first.

Since reaching 50% charge, he has been able to control it to move 100 meters away from his body, and this distance is expanding at an astonishing rate, now reaching several thousand meters.

This means he can control the stand-in puppet from a relatively safe distance to conduct preliminary explorations, gather intelligence and materials, and minimize personal risks.

"Perhaps we could send a substitute puppet to the shallower areas of the abyss for preliminary exploration."

Ron was devising a detailed plan in his mind:

"Once the puppet reaches 100% charge and completes the advancement of the Glorious Legacy, the limit control range should be greatly improved. At that time, we can try to explore deeper levels."

His thoughts extended to the distant future—the combination of substitute puppets and activated magic swords.

Using a puppet in the form of a witcher as a vessel, and incorporating the characteristics of a demon sword, might create a completely new combat system.

This combination not only enhances the ability to control abyssal creatures, but also allows for the acquisition of more valuable resources while ensuring safety.

"What are you thinking about so intently?"

Mrs. Allen's voice interrupted his thoughts, her deep green eyes flashing with an all-knowing wisdom.

Ron smiled slightly, no longer concealing his plan:
"I'm just thinking about future explorations of the abyss. Since all sorts of high-level materials need to be obtained from there, this path is inevitable sooner or later. But we need to be fully prepared, after all, the danger level of that place far exceeds that of the Black Mist Jungle."

Mrs. Allen gave him a meaningful look, a hint of approval flashing in her eyes, but also a touch of worry:

"Caution is a good thing, but don't miss opportunities because of excessive caution. The abyss is both dangerous and full of possibilities; the key is to find the balance between the two."

She walked to the counter and took out a folded piece of parchment from underneath; its surface gleamed faintly.
"This is a simplified map of the first to third layers of the Abyss. Although the structure of the Abyss is always changing, some key areas are relatively stable."

This is a drawing I made when I entered the Abyss years ago. Some details may have changed since then, but the general framework should be fairly accurate. It might be helpful for your future explorations.

(End of this chapter)