Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 255 Reynolds, the Desert Hunter (Bonus Chapter Day 3)

Just as Ron was about to leave, the magic board suddenly flashed, and a new transaction message caught his attention.

Seeking: Consultation services from a senior bloodline modulator.

Provided: 'Desert Hunter' core supernatural organ (complete eyeball), possibly with attached tentacle suckers and corrosive fluid reservoir.

Ron stopped abruptly.

"Desert Hunter"—this is one of the bloodline samples he has been searching for!

He quickly returned to his seat and carefully read the details.

The publisher, who calls himself "Mist Walker," offers not only eyeballs but also other crucial organs.

However, the terms of the transaction were quite unique—it was not a simple exchange of materials, but a search for specialized knowledge.

"We need a professional with experience in modulating Abyss Bloodlines to help solve the stability problem of an experimental subject."

The experimental subject originated from a creature from the third layer of the abyss and is currently in a highly unstable state, at risk of disintegrating or going berserk at any time.

If an effective and stable solution can be provided, in addition to the main trading item, a tentacle suction cup and a corrosive fluid reservoir will be provided as extra compensation.

This method of exchanging knowledge for materials is not uncommon in the wizarding world.

Professional knowledge is often more valuable than physical objects and is difficult to value.

Many powerful wizards would rather exchange rare materials for crucial information than trade simple magic stones.

Ron responded to the message almost without hesitation:
"Has experience in modifying the bloodline of abyssal creatures and is willing to provide consulting services."

We need to know more about the specifics of the experimental subjects.

The response came quickly:

Thank you for your attention.

The experimental subject is based on a reptilian creature from the third layer of the abyss. After multiple bloodline enhancements, it has now incorporated the characteristics of three different creatures from the 'Black Sand Wasteland'.

The problem is that while the experimental subjects gained the expected enhanced abilities, they also experienced severe instability—specifically, their skin constantly cracked and remodeled, their internal organs frequently shifted position, and their mental state became extremely chaotic.

The suspicion is that it is caused by mutual repulsion between bloodlines.

Do you have experience handling this type of problem?

Ron's eyes gleamed slightly.

Through complex bloodline modulation using the Lion Scorpion organization within the Black Mist School, as well as those organizations within the Bloodline Altar, he accumulated a considerable amount of practical experience.

He should be able to solve the problem raised by the other party.

"The problem of rejection in the fusion of multiple bloodlines is one of the most common challenges in bloodline modulation."

Ron replied:
"Based on your description, the problem may lie in the improper order of fusion and the inappropriate choice of media."

If you can provide more details, including the specific bloodline type used, the fusion sequence, the medium used, and the basic condition of the test subject, I can offer detailed suggestions.

The other party seemed quite satisfied, and their reply became much more detailed:
"The basic organism is the desert lizard. First, it incorporates the visual system of the 'Grey-eyed Scorpion,' then the defensive characteristics of the 'Rock-skinned Snake,' and finally, it attempts to add the swarm consciousness ability of the 'Black Sand Ant.'"

The medium used was standard 'fog essence' combined with a small amount of 'memory crystal powder'.

The problem arose after the final fusion; the experimental subject exhibited a clear rejection reaction, with new carapaces constantly forming on its body surface only to crack rapidly, and internal organs repositioning themselves every few hours.

Ron frowned slightly; this was indeed a tricky problem.

Leveraging his extensive knowledge, he quickly integrated all relevant information in his mind and analyzed the problem from different perspectives.

"The core of the problem lies in the fact that the 'black sand ant' collective consciousness that was finally integrated is fundamentally contradictory to the characteristics of the first two bloodlines."

He replied:

"The 'Grey-eyed Scorpion' and the 'Rock-skinned Snake' are both creatures with strong individual consciousness, while the 'Black Sand Ant's' collective consciousness is essentially a distributed thinking mode."

This contradiction leads to a constant internal struggle within the experimental subjects, both physically and mentally.

Regarding solutions, I suggest the following:
Immediately administer a 'consciousness anchoring agent' to stabilize the test subject's mental state and prevent further deterioration;
Introducing a fourth bloodline as a 'harmonizer', the bloodline fragment of the 'Grey Mist Lizard' is recommended, as it has extremely strong adaptability...;
Regarding the medium, the combination of 'Grey Mist Essence' and 'Memory Crystal Powder' is too rigid; it is recommended to add 15% 'Tough Fluid'...
Through a special energy field circulation system, the experimental subjects gradually adapt and integrate…

These suggestions clearly exceeded the other party's original plan.

After a moment of silence, the reply finally arrived:

"Your analytical skills are quite advanced."

In particular, the viewpoint on the conflict between collective consciousness and individual consciousness is indeed spot on.

I happen to have a small amount of 'Grey Mist Lizard' blood sample and 'Tough Fluid' here. Would you be willing to have a detailed face-to-face discussion through the isolation system?
I am waiting in Special Communication Room 3.

Ron was slightly surprised; the invitation, though abrupt, was understandable.

When dealing with complex and extraordinary issues, written communication is often less effective than direct dialogue.

Moreover, after understanding the other party's professional level, he was quite eager to further communicate with them.

Through the central system, Ron was guided to Special Communication Room 3.

It was a semi-transparent space enveloped by a special energy barrier, allowing for limited visual communication but completely isolating energy fluctuations and mental detection.

On the opposite side, a blurry figure had been waiting for a long time.

Through the energy barrier, Ron could only see the silhouette of a tall man in a dark robe, his facial features completely obscured by a layer of special energy.

Thank you for accepting the invitation.

The other party's voice was transmitted through a special device, carrying a certain deliberate distortion:
“I am ‘Mistwalker,’ a scholar who studies the bloodline of the Abyss. Your expertise piques my curiosity—not everyone can accurately pinpoint the fundamental conflict between ‘collective consciousness’ and ‘individual consciousness.’”

"The fusion of bloodlines among abyssal creatures has always been one of the key focuses of my research," he replied simply and respectfully.

"What is the specific formula for the 'consciousness anchoring agent' you mentioned earlier?"

The other party suddenly asked a question, clearly testing Ron's expertise.

"The standard formula is based on moonstone powder, soul grass extract, memory crystal fragments, and stardew."

Ron answered calmly:

"However, when dealing with abyssal creatures, I recommend replacing moonstone with 'abyssal quartz' and adding a small amount of 'dream nectar' as a stabilizer, which will better adapt to the fluctuating characteristics of abyssal energy."

His answer clearly satisfied the other party, who seemed to relax a bit:
"You certainly have extensive experience. Regarding my experimental subjects, the stabilization measures I've tried include using 'Balance Crystals' and 'Soul Ropes,' but the effects have been limited. How long do you think it will take to see noticeable stabilization effects after introducing the bloodline of the 'Grey Mist Lizard'?"

"It depends on the subject's baseline condition and the degree of rejection."

After a moment's thought, Ron tried to transform the process of his "bloodline shaping" skill into a highly professional practical explanation:

"Generally speaking, initial stabilization should occur within 24 to 48 hours, while complete integration takes 7 to 10 days. But the key is to establish a gradually adapting environment, promoting natural fusion between bloodlines through the circulation of energy fields, rather than forcibly suppressing the rejection reaction..."

The ensuing exchange lasted for nearly two hours, during which both sides discussed in depth various theoretical and practical issues related to bloodline integration.

Ron demonstrates a breadth of knowledge far exceeding that of ordinary people through his "extensive knowledge" trait, and also displays extraordinary practical depth due to his "bloodline shaping" skill.

He carefully controlled the presentation of information, neither deliberately concealing his abilities nor revealing the insightful abilities and operational methods derived from his "skills" and "added characteristics." The other party was clearly very satisfied with the exchange and ultimately made a decision:

"Your suggestion is extremely valuable. As agreed, the Sand Hunter's eyeballs, tentacle suckers, and corrosive liquid reservoir will all be yours. I will arrange delivery through the system immediately."

A moment later, three specially made containers appeared on the trading platform.

The most striking feature is the huge transparent sphere in the center, inside which floats a terrifyingly large eyeball.

This eyeball is the size of an adult's head, covered with a layer of black scales, and the pupil has a strange spiral shape that seems to be constantly rotating, making people feel dizzy just by looking at it.

Dozens of thick nerve canals extend from the back of the eyeball, connecting to some barely recognizable tissue remnants.

The second container contained a wriggling black substance—the tentacles and suckers of a desert hunter.

Its surface is covered with countless tiny suction cups, and in the center is a terrifying mouth structure covered with serrated teeth.

Even when isolated in a container, the tentacles continued to wriggle, seemingly searching for potential prey.

The last container contained a viscous liquid that constantly changed color—a corrosive liquid reservoir.

This is one of the most terrifying weapons of the Sand Hunters, capable of secreting a powerful corrosive substance that can instantly dissolve the tissues and bones of most organisms.

Ron carefully examined the three "treasures".

Through his extraordinary ability to discern and perceive characteristics, he could clearly see the complex energy flow inside the eyeball, as well as the unique mechanism that transformed the pollution of the abyss into power.

"These samples are very well preserved and highly viable."

He expressed his heartfelt gratitude: "This will be of great help to my research."

Before you leave, may I ask your name?

The other party suddenly asked, "I rarely encounter a peer who is so proficient in the study of abyssal bloodlines."

After a moment's thought, Ron decided to only tell the other person his last name, which was a tacit agreement among wizards.
“Ralph, from the Black Mist School.”

The figure opposite seemed to tremble slightly:
“I seem to have heard of the surname Ralph. I am Reynolds. If you don’t mind, perhaps we can have another opportunity to speak on another occasion.”

Ron's heart skipped a beat. The name sounded very familiar. Wasn't it the Morning Star Wizard that the airship administrator had mentioned earlier, who was about to board the ship?
This was quite an unexpected coincidence.
But thinking about it, it's not surprising. In this remote outpost, the number of formal wizards is not large, so it's reasonable for them to meet.

“Wizard Reynolds, it is my honor to speak with you.”

Ron responded politely, but inwardly began to consider the potential impact of this "unexpected encounter."

Reynolds didn't seem to say much more, simply ending the conversation:
"I hope the materials I provided will be helpful to your research. Perhaps we will meet again soon. Have a pleasant stay in 69."

As the conversation ended, the energy barrier gradually returned to its completely opaque state, and Ron could no longer see the other person.

This is the value of knowledge!
He looked with satisfaction at the three precious abyssal organs he had acquired without spending a penny, and began to conceive of how to integrate them into the core of the Chimera's "Lion's Head".

These organs are undoubtedly the most ideal materials, and their inherent abyssal adaptability and energy conversion capabilities are exactly what he needs.

After leaving the Silent Market, Ron met up with Ethan, who was waiting outside:

"The transaction is complete, we can leave now."

Ethan visibly relaxed; he didn't seem entirely comfortable in the Shadow Zone.

“Excellent, Wizard. Shall we head straight back to the airship, or would you like to explore the other areas of Town 69?”

"Let's go back to the airship."

Ron decided, his thoughts already drifting to the upcoming experiment:

"I need to process these materials as soon as possible."

On the way, Ron's thoughts kept revolving around the chance encounter he had just had.

Reynolds, a Dawn Star wizard skilled in bloodline manipulation, is about to become his neighbor on the ship. This may be a rare opportunity for interaction.

Especially as he was about to head to the unfamiliar Central Lands, it was undoubtedly fortunate for him to meet an experienced senior.

Back on the airship, Ron immediately began organizing the newly acquired materials.

He set up a temporary workbench in the experimental area of ​​the suite and took out a specially made preservation device to ensure that the abyssal organs could be kept in optimal condition.

Just as he finished his work, the service crystal suddenly lit up:

“Wizard Ralph, the captain requests your presence in the meeting room on Deck A. Wizard Reynolds has arrived and wishes to have dinner with you.”

Ron smiled slightly; this "chance encounter" indeed soon had a follow-up.

He straightened his clothes, making sure his appearance was respectable for a formal wizard, and then went to the reception room.

The reception room was elegantly and comfortably furnished, with a beautifully carved round table in the center, on which various delicacies and fine wines were already laid out.

The captain—a short, stocky man in uniform—stood at the door to greet us.

“Wizard Ralph, welcome to this small gathering.”

The captain said enthusiastically, "Wizard Reynolds has just boarded the ship, and I think this is a good opportunity for the two wizards to get to know each other."

Ron nodded politely, his gaze passing over the captain and looking into the room.

At the round table, a tall, middle-aged man was taking a sip of wine.

He wore a dark blue robe with a wizard's emblem on his chest that was similar to Ron's but with a different design.

“Wizard Reynolds, this is Wizard Ralph, from the Black Mist School, on his way to the Central Lands.”

The captain explained.

Reynolds slowly turned around, revealing a face with sharp features, and his piercing blue eyes gave Ron a sense of déjà vu.

The moment their eyes met, Reynolds' expression visibly froze.

“Ralph,” he said, his voice tinged with barely concealed surprise, “I never expected to see you here.”

Ron smiled inwardly; he had already confirmed his guess:
This wizard Reynolds is none other than the "Mistwalker" of the Shadow District.

"The Wizard Reynolds."

The young wizard smiled warmly.
"I seem to have had the honor of meeting you briefly in Town 69 earlier?"

Reynolds raised an eyebrow slightly, and then a smile appeared on his face:
"It seems that our 'caution' is somewhat superfluous in this small place."

The captain clearly didn't understand the subtle conversation between the two wizards, but he smiled kindly:

“Excellent! It seems you two have already met, which will make the journey even more enjoyable. Please sit down and enjoy dinner; I have prepared some small airship specials.”

Both of them were extraordinary beings who had completed a life leap, and for them, eating this ordinary food was more of a table manner.

“Wizard Reynolds, you seem to have your own unique insights into the creatures of the abyss.”

Ron ate a little something and then casually picked a topic that was suitable to start the conversation.

(End of this chapter)