Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 518 Problem Class
Ron sat alone on the balcony of his temporary residence and began his routine meditation practice.

When "The Star Eater's Whispers" started operating, he immediately sensed a clear abnormality.

The process of reaching out to the stars became exceptionally difficult, like observing the night sky through a thick veil.

Those star links that were usually clearly visible are now blurred and indistinct.

"Just as Vinard said, the magical environment of another world does indeed affect cultivation efficiency."

Ron carefully sensed the flow of magic power within his body and discovered that the compression process was about 30% slower than in the main world.

The growth of mental strength was also affected accordingly.

But strangely, the impact was not as severe as expected.

According to general rules, in such a sparse magical environment, cultivation efficiency should drop by more than half.

His "The Star Eater's Ramblings" seems to have an unusual adaptability to environmental changes.

"Perhaps it's because the essence of this meditation method is to establish a direct connection with distant stars."

He analyzed it in his mind:

"It is indeed much less dependent on the concentration of magic in the surrounding environment than other meditation methods, which is an unexpected advantage."

Just as Ron was immersed in his cultivation insights, a familiar silver light appeared beside him.

Aseria's dragon shadow looked much more ethereal than usual, and its outline was somewhat unstable.

"Oh, I thought you had disappeared."

Ron opened his eyes, his tone teasing:

"We haven't seen him for so many days, did he secretly go on vacation somewhere else?"

"A vacation?" Acelia rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Do you think I'm some little girl sunbathing at the beach?

Her dragon tail thumped in the air in dissatisfaction:
"It's all because of this damn low magic environment."

I struggle to even maintain my figure now, let alone show it off as easily as before.

"And," Acelia lowered her voice:
“Vinard’s perception is much sharper than I thought.”

Every time I solidify my focus even slightly, I can feel his subtle probing.

"It felt like being repeatedly examined by a precision scanner; it was extremely uncomfortable."

Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"The mighty ancient dragon race was actually frightened into hiding by a great wizard?"

"Tch, what do you know?"

Acelia proudly raised her dragon head:
“I call this strategic concealment, not hiding.”

"Good, good, strategic concealment."

Ron continued to tease her:

"So, what have we gained from these past few days of 'strategic reconnaissance'?"

Acelia's expression turned serious:
"To be honest, the design of the Vinard colony is truly ingenious. On the surface, it appears to be a harmonious coexistence of multiple races, but in reality, every detail has been carefully calculated."

She pointed in the direction of the crystal tree in the distance:
"The three-eyed people are responsible for perception, the Danasu people are responsible for purification, and the furnace people are responsible for production."

Each race was placed in the most suitable position, allowing them to utilize their talents without threatening the overall structure.

"But this also means that if any part of the system goes wrong, the entire system could collapse."

Ron nodded: "Are you worried about the fragility of this model?"

"Not only that."

Acelia's voice grew deeper:
"I also observed that while these mixed-race descendants have acquired the talents of different races, they also suffer from identity problems."

"They are neither fully accepted by pure-blood races nor able to integrate into human society. This marginalization has made them develop a strong dependence on Vinard."

"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Ron asked.

“This is certainly a good thing for Vinard; he has gained an absolutely loyal following.”

Acelia shook her head: "But for these children..."

"They have lost the possibility of independently choosing their own path in life."

Ron nodded thoughtfully. This was indeed a question worth pondering.

"However, this is also your opportunity."

Acelia changed the subject:
“If you can guide these children in the right way and help them build a healthy self-image, you can balance the influence of Vinard to some extent.”

"Speaking of guidance methods."

A sly glint flashed in her eyes: "I suggest you use the 'resonance' technique more often in your teaching."

"How to do it exactly?"

"Simply put, it means understanding first, then guiding."

Acelia explained:
"What these mixed-race children lack most is the feeling of being understood. If you can truly understand their struggles and desires, and then offer help in a way they can accept, it will be much more effective than forcibly instilling knowledge."

"For example, instead of telling them directly what to do, help them discover what they want, and then guide them to find ways to achieve it."

"This way, we can help them grow without making Vinard feel like you're sabotaging his plans."

Ron carefully wrote down these suggestions:

“You’re absolutely right. It seems I’ll have to plan my first lesson tomorrow carefully.”

“There’s one more thing,” Acelia reminded them.

"Don't underestimate these kids' insight. Although their mixed-race identity brings challenges, it also makes them exceptionally sensitive to changes in people's hearts."

"If you want to gain their trust, you must show genuine sincerity, not just superficial concern."

The two chatted for a while longer about the details of the teaching strategy, until Acelia's figure became even more ethereal due to insufficient energy.

"Okay, I need to rest now." She yawned.
"Maintaining this state is too taxing; I need to accumulate some energy."

Goodnight, my 'advisor lady'.

Ron waved goodbye: "Wait for my good news tomorrow."

………………

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room through the crystal windows, waking Ron from his meditation.

The three stars of the Emerald Ring Star rise in succession, forming a unique triple ring in the sky.

A light knock on the door interrupted his observation.

"Mentor Ron, are you ready?"

Ella's voice came from outside the door, her tone carrying the freshness unique to the morning.

"of course."

Ron straightened his clothes and opened the door:

"I look forward to meeting my students."

Ella was dressed more formally today, in a silver-grey mentor's robe, with an insignia on her chest signifying her authoritative position in the colony.

“Please follow me. The teaching area is on the east side of the obelisk, and it’s specially designed for mixed-race apprentices.”

The two walked along the crystal path bathed in the morning light. Ron noticed that the path itself was a work of art.

Inside the transparent crystal blocks are various miniature ecological scenes:
There is a meditation garden of the Three-Eyed Tribe, a photosynthesis ceremony of the Danasu Tribe, and a forging workshop of the Stokers.

Each brick tells a story of the cultural characteristics of a different race, while forming a unified whole through an ingenious layout.

“These bricks are the children’s work.” Ella noticed Ron’s gaze:

“Each apprentice must make a crystal brick representing their cultural background when they enroll.”

"The teachers will integrate them into the path, symbolizing the harmonious unity of different cultures here."

Ron nodded, but in his heart he was thinking about the deeper meaning of this approach.

On the surface, this is a beautiful symbol of cultural integration, but in reality, it is also a subtle means of control—deliberately promoting the inclusion of individual differences into a unified framework.

The teaching building is a uniquely shaped spiral structure with huge transparent walls on each floor.

At the center of the building is an open courtyard planted with calming plants prepared by the Danasu people.

"I need to explain some things about the students in your class beforehand."

Ella explained as she walked:
"They are the twelve most talented among more than three hundred mixed-race children, and they have been specially grouped into an elite class for intensive training."

But precisely because of this, they experience greater psychological pressure and are more wary of the outside world.

She stopped, her tone becoming more cautious:

"In addition, they have all experienced identity trauma."

Some were abandoned by their families of origin, while others faced discrimination because of their bloodline. These experiences instill in them a mixture of a desire for recognition and an instinctive resistance to authority figures.

"The previous substitute tutors all chose to leave because they couldn't handle this complicated teacher-student relationship. I hope you can have enough patience."

Ron nodded; he understood the situation.

Being of mixed race often means double marginalization.

Having the talent of two bloodlines, one may not gain the full recognition of either.

Pushing open the classroom door, twelve young people were sitting in a circular arrangement of chairs, each focused on some kind of meditation practice.

A young girl was sitting in the seat closest to the window.

Her face was almost indistinguishable from that of a pure-blooded human, but she had a silver third eye on her forehead.

This eye opens and closes intermittently, emitting a faint light each time it opens.

"That's Lila," Ella introduced her to him telepathically.
"The three-eyed race is a hybrid of humans and has limited multidimensional perception capabilities."

However, unlike pure-blooded three-eyed beings, the information overload caused by her third eye is much smaller.

To Lila's left, a boy was carefully controlling a small ball of light floating in his palm.

His skin was emerald green, like jade.

“Sidd, of Danasou mixed descent,” Ella continued.
"It can perform energy conversion, but its capabilities are quite limited; currently, it can only handle simple light and heat energy conversions."

On the other side of the circular seating area, a robust young man was performing some kind of special breathing exercise.

His right arm was noticeably different from that of ordinary people; it was a metallic structure that emitted a dark golden luster.

“Garren, the offspring of a Stoker from the planet of Stokers, and the offspring of a human woman.”

Ella's tone became more cautious:
"He was born with the ability to resonate with metal, but this ability was tinged with strong emotions."

When angry, his metal arm becomes extremely sharp; when sad, it becomes fragile and brittle.

Each apprentice has unique bloodline characteristics and corresponding abilities.

Some can sense the growth of plants, some can communicate telepathically with animals, and some can even briefly foresee fragments of the future.
“They are all very talented,” Ron exclaimed sincerely, “but at the same time, they all face the problem of lacking self-control.”

“That’s exactly why we need you.” Ella nodded in confirmation.
"The teacher is proficient in engineering technology, but is not good at this kind of teaching method that requires emotional guidance."

"The kind of 'empathy' thinking you demonstrated in your report is exactly what these children need most."

Just then, the meditation practice ended.

The apprentices opened their eyes and all turned their gazes toward the two instructors standing at the door.

Those gazes held a mixture of curiosity, anticipation, and a barely perceptible hint of wariness.

"Students, this is Lecturer Ron Ralph."

Ella introduced the following to the apprentices:

"Starting today, he will serve as your new mentor, responsible for providing guidance on basic theory and practice."

She did not leave after the introduction was finished.

Ella sat down naturally in the auditorium at the back of the classroom, took out a notebook, and made a gesture as if she was ready to take notes at any time.

This action immediately gave Ron a strong sense of déjà vu.

This situation is similar to the trial teaching session he participated in when applying for a job at a school.

The head of teaching affairs sat in the audience, ready to evaluate his teaching abilities at any time.

However, he quickly adjusted his mindset and turned his attention to the students in front of him.

The oldest-looking apprentice raised his hand to speak:

"Ralph, are you also of mixed race?"

This overly pointed question immediately created a delicate atmosphere in the classroom.

The other apprentices all looked at Ron nervously, clearly concerned about the answer.

Ron could sense that this was not just a matter of curiosity, but also a deep-seated need for identity and belonging.

If his answer disappoints them, it could very likely affect the subsequent teaching effectiveness.

"No, I am a pure-blooded human."

He chose to be honest, but immediately changed the subject:
"However, I voluntarily chose to merge with the bloodline of the dragon and gained even greater power."

This answer clearly surprised the students.

"You mean you actively chose to be mixed-race?"

The three-eyed girl couldn't help but ask.

“That’s right.” Ron nodded in confirmation.
"Because I found that the limitations of a single bloodline are too great."

And the multiple bloodlines flowing through your veins are precisely the talent many wizards dream of.”

He looked around at all the students:

"The Three-Eyed Clan's multidimensional perception, the Danasu Clan's energy conversion, and the Stoker's affinity for metals—these are all extremely valuable abilities."

"Those pure-blooded races may be proud of their pure bloodline, but they will never be able to experience the wonderful effects of the fusion of multiple talents."

"From this perspective, you are the truly lucky ones."

These words noticeably eased the wariness on the students' faces.

They clearly never imagined that their mixed-race identity, which they had always considered a burden, would actually have such value.

Ella nodded silently in the audience.

She noticed that Ron's answer was both candid and tactful—acknowledging the difference in status but shifting the focus to the positive aspects.

He also mentioned the concept of "active choice".

This has a strong psychological impact on mixed-race children who often feel powerless to control their own lives.

“But,” Ron continued, “…”
“Talent is just potential; the key is how to unleash that potential. I’m here to help you discover and release your unique power.”

The three-eyed mixed-race girl named Lila hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Mentor, what exactly do you mean by 'releasing power'?"

"Excellent question. Let me first understand your current situation. Who would like to demonstrate their abilities?"

The students looked at each other, and in the end, Lila bravely stood up.

"I can see something different."

She cautiously opened her third eye:

"For example, you are calm now, but deep down you feel a sense of urgency?"

"Mentor Ella is taking notes in the back; she seems quite satisfied with your performance."

"Furthermore, while West Germany appeared to be listening attentively, they were actually worried about the energy conversion test that afternoon."

“Garren’s metal arm was responding to his tension and became even harder.”

Ron was surprised by this accurate ability to perceive emotions.

Lila demonstrates not only simple observation but also a deep capacity for empathy.

Ella frowned slightly from behind, thinking to herself: This child's abilities have improved again.

Previously, she could only perceive surface emotions at most, but now she can detect such subtle psychological activities.

"Extraordinary talent." He sincerely praised:
"But I want to ask, how do you feel when you use this ability?"

"I'm very tired," Lila answered honestly.

“I get a headache every time I use it, and I’m unconsciously affected by other people’s emotions. If someone around me is angry, I also become irritable.”

"This is precisely the core subject you need to learn."

Ron turned to the whole class:

"Talent is a gift, but if it is not used correctly, it can become a burden."

Ella quickly scribbled a few sentences in the notebook:

"The teaching approach is clear and effectively addresses students' core concerns, a stark contrast to the rigid teaching methods of the previous instructors."

"What we need to learn next is not only how to utilize our abilities, but also how to coexist harmoniously with them."

He telepathically communicated with Ella:
"Could you arrange some more detailed personal time for us? I need to understand each student's specific situation in more detail."

“Of course.” Ella nodded.
“Starting this afternoon, you can have one-on-one conversations with each apprentice.”

"Then, let's start with the basics."

Ron walked toward the blackboard at the front of the classroom:
"Can anyone tell me what 'resonance' is?"

(End of this chapter)