Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 546 Chimera Stew

"Teacher, what are we supposed to do today?"

West Germany curiously stroked a singing plant.

That little plant was humming an ancient pastoral song in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Ron smiled and walked toward the worktop in the center of the kitchen.

Deep within his chest, the Chaos Ram's Head bloodline slowly awakened like a sleeping behemoth, beginning to release an extremely subtle "resonance amplification".

This power is as gentle as the warm spring sun, and its effect is similar to the resonating plate in a concert hall:

It can make the original vocal parts clearer and more moving, permeating every inch of the surrounding air like a gentle spring breeze.

Outside the door, Silas quietly activated the recording device.

He told himself that this was to "objectively and comprehensively record Ron's tutoring sessions in order to submit an accurate evaluation report to Supervisor Ella."

His inner monologue was full of contradictions:

"Hmph, just as I expected. They're using their after-school time for this kind of attention-grabbing 'cooking game'?"
This is a complete waste of precious study time!

However, as those chaotic elements began to linger on the edge of his consciousness, Silas's inner monologue began to subtly change:
“I must record all of this; every detail will become irrefutable evidence in my report.”

When that gentle, resonant power touched the edge of his senses, a long-lost curiosity began to sprout in his heart.

This was the pure thirst for knowledge he had when he first entered the field of enchanting in his youth.

They were buried by time and prejudice for many years, and now they have been reawakened.

Behind Ron, Nari's projection was faintly visible.

The power of the apostles resonates through blood ties, providing a deeper blessing to their guidance.

His influence is like a stone thrown into a lake, spreading out in ripples without leaving a trace.

"Let's start cooking together."

Ron's voice echoed softly in the kitchen:
"Today, each of you will create your own blend of elements."

Deep in his mind, he began to try to incorporate sand table simulations into real classrooms.

This is a practice tool given by Hephaestus, but "seasoned" with the residual influence of the Paradox Dice.

The entire simulation process took on a dramatic and allegorical quality.

[Scene Setup: Chimera Nursery]

In the virtual sandbox world, Ron saw a strange scene full of fairytale charm:

Twelve newly hatched chimera chicks are taking their first steps in a nursery.

Each one has a unique combination of heads:
Some have a dragon head paired with a lion head, some have an eagle head paired with a sheep head, and there are even more unusual combinations.

The problem is that these little guys have absolutely no idea how to coordinate their multiple heads.

A two-headed chimera tried to walk forward.

As a result, the dragon head on the left wanted to chase a butterfly, while the lion head on the right wanted to gnaw on a bone. In the end, it could only spin around in place, making itself dizzy.

The other three-headed chimera was in an even worse situation, with each of its three heads trying to go in a different direction.

As a result, it became unable to move and could only emit three different tones of mournful cries.

[Hint: Childcare worker, your task is to teach these little ones how to "become a complete person"]

[Warning: If coordination fails, these little chimeras may tear themselves apart due to internal conflict.]

The scenes in the sand table were so vivid that Ron almost forgot it was just a simulation.

It felt as if I were really the principal of a chimera kindergarten, facing a group of adorable creatures who didn't know how to use their bodies.

Back in reality, Ron begins preparations before distributing the recipes.

He first used magic to outline the silhouette of a two-headed chimera in the air.

Half of it is a dragon's head that spews thunder and fire, majestic and fiery;
Half of it is a ram's head exuding an aura of chaos, mysterious and profound.

Although the two heads are very different in shape, they share the same strong body.

"Today's topic is called 'Chimera Stew'."

Ron's voice was clear and magnetic:
"Chimeras have multiple heads, each with its own will and power, yet they share one body and one life."

Does this resemble our class?

"Lila, your third eye can see emotions;"
Garen, your golden arm of resentment resonates with rage;
West Germany, you can hear the voice of plants;
Bruno, you have a natural affinity with the element of fire.

His gaze swept over each student.

Deep within his consciousness, the sandplay simulation was analyzing each student's psychological state in real time:
[Analysis Result: Lila – A sense of loneliness stemming from a desire to be understood; 'empathic guidance' is recommended.]

[Analysis Result: Garen – Vulnerability Hidden Behind Anger; Recommendation: "Gentle Inclusiveness"]

[Analysis Result: West Germany – Overly sensitive empathy; positive reinforcement recommended]

……

Whenever he mentions a student's name, that student will unconsciously straighten their back, their eyes sparkling with the joy of being recognized.

Ron knew perfectly well that he was making a very subtle “investment.”

These mixed-race apprentices now look like just a group of beginners.

However, based on their talent and growth trajectory, at least one-third of them will be able to break through to the level of a formal wizard in twenty years.

And by then, if he is able to establish his own colony
These "veteran students" will become an indispensable support force.

Although he himself would not betray Vinard and poach all these students.

But if we ask them to provide support periodically, they can't refuse to let us go at all.

“Each of you is a unique ‘head,’ powerful and irreplaceable.”

“But if you fight yourselves, your powers will clash, like the two heads of a chimera tearing at each other.”

"And today, this kitchen counter and this pot are your shared 'body'."

"We will learn how to make different 'heads' work together to create miracles where one plus one is far greater than two."

Silas heard these words from outside the door, and the pen tip of the recording device stopped on the paper.

Under the subtle influence of the chaotic factor, his initial resistance began to soften, and an emotion called "curiosity" began to sprout in his heart:

"This metaphor is indeed very creative."

Perhaps I should set aside my prejudices and observe more closely to see what he really wants to achieve?

This shift in thinking was so natural that Silas was completely unaware that it did not come entirely from himself.

Ron began to introduce the ingredients to be used today one by one.

Each one has a unique "personality" and magical properties, requiring specific handling methods.

"First, there's the Resonance Crystal Mushroom."

What makes this fungus so special is that each of its cells is like a miniature tuning fork, emitting extremely faint tones when stimulated by magic.

As Ron's fingers approached, the silver filaments inside the fungus began to vibrate at a specific frequency, producing a melodious harmony like wind chimes.

“They come from deep acoustic caves, where every rock sings.”

Ron's voice carried a certain narrative quality:

"The Resonance Crystal Mushroom has grown in that environment for thousands of years and has learned to listen to and respond to every sound around it."

But precisely because of this, they are extremely sensitive to emotions; even the slightest hostility can wither them, turning them into a pile of silent ashes.

In the sand table simulation, Ron witnessed a scene that was both laughable and absurd:

A group of Resonance Crystal Mushrooms are holding a concert, each one striving to play its part.

The problem was that a grumpy chimera cub was sitting in the audience, its dragon head constantly spewing small sparks, while its lion head emitted threatening growls.

The result was predictable—all the crystal mushrooms were so frightened that they burrowed into the soil, and the concert turned into a deathly silence.

[Hint: You need to teach this little chimera how to "listen gently"]

Ron turned his gaze to Garen, the boy who was struggling to control his anger:

“Garren, your task is not to ‘cut’ it open, but to ‘persuade’ it with your mind.”

Let it feel your kindness, and let it bloom willingly for you.

Garen's metal arm tightened involuntarily, making a slight grinding sound.

He has always been used to solving problems with force, but now he has to learn to be gentle, which is undoubtedly a huge challenge for him.

"Secondly, there's the flower of emotions."

Ron gently stroked a strange plant whose petals resembled pale purple crystals:

"Its talent is to absorb negative emotions, but this ability makes it lonely."

Because people always treat it as a 'garbage can,' never truly caring about its feelings.

He turned to West Germany, to that young man of Danasou descent, who possessed a natural affinity for communicating with plants:

"West Germany, your task is to become its friend."

Exchange your happiness for its nectar; those are the tears it sheds only when it feels truly loved.

West Germany nodded.

He could sense the loneliness deep within Emotion Flower's heart, that complex emotion of longing to be understood yet fearing to be hurt.

Next are the other auxiliary materials:

Chameleon peppers can change color and flavor according to the surrounding mood and atmosphere;
The whispering leaves will produce beautiful melodies before those with pure hearts;
Hourglass potatoes, tightly curled up inside, require patience to release their true essence;
There are also Memory Fruits, which can preserve the creator's deepest emotional memories.
Each ingredient has a unique "personality" and processing method, corresponding to different abilities that students need to develop.

Silas's recording device was running at high speed, analyzing the magical composition of these ingredients.

Data shows that these seemingly ordinary cooking ingredients actually contain extremely complex energy structures.

The magical density of some ingredients is even close to that of specialized alchemical materials.

His resolve began to waver:
"With such a complex and magical composition of these ingredients, is this really more than just a simple cooking activity?"

"Could there really be a deeper meaning behind this?"

But reason quickly suppressed this doubt.

He shook his head and refocused on the task of "objective recording":

“Absurd, still absurd.”

No matter how complex the ingredients, it doesn't change the fact that it's essentially a waste of time.

Initially, the students performed as poorly as Silas had anticipated.

Garen tried to treat the Resonating Crystal Mushroom the same way he would normally treat metal.

As a result, the crystal mushroom withered rapidly in the face of his latent hostility, turning into a pile of dull, grayish-white fragments.

"No, no, no!"

The boy angrily pounded the countertop, the metal arm striking the stone with a piercing sound.

"Why did this happen? I was so careful!"

West Germany made another mistake.

He felt an overwhelming sympathy for the Emotion Flower's plight, projecting his own deepest sorrow and pity onto it without reservation.

As a result, the Emotion Flower greedily absorbed these negative emotions, and the nectar it secreted carried a slightly unsettling bitterness.

Other students also encountered various problems:
Lila got too excited while handling the chameleon peppers, causing them to turn an angry, fiery red that was too spicy to eat.
Bruno was too nervous in controlling the heat; the hourglass potatoes burned on the outside while the inside remained raw.
The kitchen was suddenly filled with flickering, out-of-control energy and the students' gasps.

Silas sneered from outside the door:

"As expected, this kind of attention-grabbing method has absolutely no practical value."

Look at these children, they can't even control their emotions properly, how could they possibly complete such a complex task?

His recording device faithfully recorded every failure and every sigh.

These will all serve as strong evidence in his report to demonstrate the "superiority of traditional teaching methods".

However, Ron did not criticize anyone, nor did he show the slightest disappointment.

He simply walked up to Garen and said in a gentle voice, "Garen, tell me, when is your most peaceful and content moment?"

The boy paused, and the metal arm stopped striking.
"When am I at my most peaceful?"

Yes. Close your eyes and go back to that moment.

Don't think about completing any task; just simply recall that beautiful memory.

Garen obediently closed his eyes.

He remembered a long time ago, when he was a child, his mother would sing him lullabies before he went to sleep.

Back then, he didn't have this metal arm yet, and he didn't need to constantly suppress his anger.

He was just an ordinary little boy, falling asleep peacefully to his mother's gentle singing.

Something amazing happened.

Garen's metal arm began to undergo a subtle change, gradually transforming from a wary dark gold to a soft silver-white.

The hard, cold texture has become warm and smooth, like a gemstone bathed in moonlight.

"Now, open your eyes. With this peace, touch the new crystal mushroom."

When Garen brought his arm close to the Resonating Crystal Mushroom again, a miracle occurred.

The crystal mushrooms did not wither; instead, they emitted an even brighter silver light.

It sensed the tranquility deep within the boy's heart, and gently and proactively parted its petals, revealing its inner core, which shone like a galaxy.

"I...I did it?"

Garen stared in disbelief at the perfectly decomposed crystal mushroom in his hand.

This was the first time he had completed a mission using "gentleness" rather than "strength," and the sense of accomplishment was sweeter than any victory.

Next, Ron turned to West Germany:

"Compassion is precious, but true care is not about bearing the other person's pain, but about sharing your own happiness."

Share your best memories with it, so that it knows that there are many more things in this world worth cherishing besides negative emotions.

West Germany nodded.

He began to reminisce about his happiest times.

That was the first time he had successfully made a withered flower bloom again. The miracle of life returning to life gave him a sense of satisfaction akin to that of a creator.

When he passed this pure joy on to the flower of emotion, the flower seemed to be reborn.

It radiates a warm golden light, and the nectar it secretes becomes incredibly sweet, like liquid sunlight.

The other students, under Ron's guidance, also overcame the difficulties one by one.

Lila learned to control her emotional fluctuations, making the chameleon pepper display beautiful rainbow colors;

Bruno found the rhythm to coexist harmoniously with the element of fire, perfectly baking the essence of the hourglass potato.
Silas was completely dumbfounded as he stood outside the door.

His recording device showed that each student experienced a significant increase in magical energy the moment they successfully processed the ingredients.

The students' successes influenced each other, creating a positive chain reaction.

One person's breakthrough can inspire others, and one person's happiness can infect everyone around them.

"What exactly is the principle behind this?"

Silas muttered to himself, the recording device in his hand trembling slightly:
"Emotions can have such a direct magical effect? ​​This completely contradicts the fundamental theories of enchanting!"

Once all the ingredients have been successfully processed, the real test has just begun.

Ron stood in front of the kitchen counter, looking at the ingredients that shone with different colors, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

In the sand table simulation, he witnessed a moving scene:

[Current Simulation Phase: Chimera Kindergarten Graduation Ceremony]

The twelve little chimeras have finally learned to coordinate their multiple heads.

They no longer conflict with each other, but begin to engage in a beautiful "inner dialogue".

A small chimera's dragon head is responsible for observing the road ahead, while its goat head is responsible for sensing the surrounding emotional atmosphere.

The fusion of information from both sources allows the little guy to walk smoothly.

[Hint: Now comes the final test—teaching them "collective coordination"]

"Now, what you need to learn is a higher level of skill—collaboration."

He pointed to the huge crystal pot in the center of the kitchen:
“Every ingredient has its own ‘rhythm’ and ‘mood’.”

For them to coexist harmoniously, you must, like the many heads of a chimera, learn to listen to each other and cooperate with one another.

Lila's third eye played a crucial role at this time.

She can "see" the emotional tension between different ingredients, just as a conductor can hear the disharmony between each part of an orchestra.

"The West German emotional flower exudes a warm sense of satisfaction, while the Garren crystal mushroom carries a hint of tension."

She frowned, intently analyzing the situation before her:
"Bruno, we need more 'reassurance' energy."

Reduce the heat by one degree, and guide the flames with your gentlest heart.

Bruno, a boy who usually has a low profile in class, has now become the team's "emotional mediator".

He provided a stable "emotional foundation" for the entire dish by precisely controlling the temperature and intensity of the fire element.

"Garren, your crystal mushrooms are very well prepared, you can start cooking them now."

Remember to maintain a calm mindset so that the crystal mushrooms can feel the warmth and comfort of the other ingredients in the pot.

Garen nodded and carefully placed the shimmering silver crystal mushrooms into the pot.

What's amazing is that the crystal mushrooms didn't show any aversion to other ingredients.

Instead, they began to engage in a mysterious "dialogue" with the emotional flowers of West Germany.

"It's a chameleon pepper now!"

Lila excitedly directed, "It senses the friendliness of the other ingredients and is turning into the most beautiful rainbow colors!"

This is exactly the 'diversity' energy we need!

Under Ron's guidance, the students began to cooperate spontaneously.

No one vied for dominance, and no one was arrogant because of their own strengths.

Like real chimeras, each of their "heads" plays a unique role, yet they blend together perfectly as one.

Silas was completely speechless outside the door.

His recording device was flashing warning lights frantically because the detected energy data had exceeded the device's measurement range.

What's happening in the pot can no longer be simply described as "cooking".

He muttered to himself in a trembling voice:

"How can a dozen different energy sources possibly work in coordination?"

This requires incredibly precise calculations and a profound theoretical foundation.

However, the facts before him left no room for doubt.

The students did indeed create a miraculous operating system without any complicated formulas or rigorous procedures, relying solely on pure intuition and mutual trust.

………………

As the gentle light gradually faded, what remained in the pot was a pot of chimera stew emitting a soft glow.

Each bite contains different layers of flavor, yet they blend together perfectly.

Like a symphony, each note has its own uniqueness, but together they form a complete whole.

The students formed a circle, and each of them tasted the dish that had been made with their cooperation and trust.

"tutor."

Lila spoke softly, her eyes gleaming with reverence:
"Can we really do that? I mean, in other places, when facing other challenges?"

Ron smiled gently:

“What you just demonstrated is the most precious talent in your bloodline—the wisdom to integrate multiple possibilities.”

"The reason why the chimera is so powerful is that it embraces its own complexity, rather than trying to simplify itself."

"Remember how you felt today, remember this feeling of resonance."

"When you face any difficulties in the future, remember:

True power lies not in conquering conflict, but in creating harmony.

The students nodded, their eyes burning with renewed hope.

But deep in their hearts, a seed has quietly sprouted.

Twenty years later, when these students became official wizards.

They will remember today's lesson, and they will remember the mentor who taught them to "become their complete selves".

And this is precisely Ron's most valuable return on investment.

When this special "cooking class" ended, Silas was still standing outside the door, the recording device in his hand long since stopped working.

Faced with everything that is happening before our eyes, any objective "data record" seems pale and powerless.

………………

That night, Silas sat alone in his laboratory, the evaluation report spread out in front of him.

The "evaluation" section remains blank, the pen hovering over the paper but unable to fall.

His proud "scientific" and "data-driven" teaching system...

Compared to Ron's almost artistic teaching methods, they appear so pale and naive.

He reflected on his arduous spiritual practice over the past century:
Those tedious formulas to memorize, those rigorous experimental procedures, those meticulous theoretical derivations...
These things certainly have their value, but compared to the "spiritual" educational art that Ron demonstrated, the gap is enormous.

Maybe...maybe I've been wrong all along.

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with deep frustration:

"I thought education was about imparting knowledge, but true education is about awakening potential."

"I thought that being rigorous meant being correct, but true wisdom lies in flexibility."

"I thought control was power, but true power lies in harmony."

This collapse of cognition is painful.

The sense of loss that a person feels when the belief system they have built up over a lifetime collapses overnight is almost overwhelming.

Immediately afterwards, an even more intense emotion welled up in her heart—jealousy.

A maddening jealousy, like a venomous snake, coiled around and gnawed at his sanity:

"Why? Why can this young man so easily achieve what I could never accomplish in my entire life?"

"Why is he so favored by the great wizard Vinard?"

"How is it that he can gain the students' heartfelt respect and love with such a simple method?"

Silas gripped the quill tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The jealousy was so intense that it nearly destroyed him.

However, deep within jealousy, another, more complex emotion is brewing—desire.

A yearning for true wisdom;
A yearning for teaching art that can touch the hearts of students;

The desire for the ability to create, not just copy.

"If...if I could learn his method"

"If I could steal his secrets and master his techniques..."

"Then, the one who will truly gain recognition will be me, Silas Draven!"

(End of this chapter)