Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 561 Completed
Time flows by quietly like water; it has been more than a month since Professor Yutel vanished in a flash of light.

The colony's "Emerald Ring II" continues to operate according to the precise orbit designed by Vinard.

Three stars rise and set precisely on time, the Crystal Tree shines brightly every night, and the mixed-race apprentices thrive in the ocean of knowledge.

As the collaboration with Vinard entered this "tacit" phase.

Ron also shifted more of his energy from teaching to his own magical training.

He now only teaches one "seminar" class per week to students in the elite class.

It is mainly used to answer questions and provide guidance on how to make breakthroughs.

The rest of the time, he was almost always immersed in that "magic pool" that resembled a dazzling galaxy.

Tonight is his usual time for deep meditation.

As he slowly stepped into the pool, letting his body be enveloped by the mysterious liquid as warm as liquid stars, he already had a premonition.

His magic compression has firmly reached the "three times" mark.

Every attempt to break through is a magnificent "symphony" unfolding within him.

Ron closed his eyes, activated "The Star Eater's Whispers," and connected his consciousness with the distant stars.

In an instant, the vast amount of magic power he had accumulated due to the "Projection of Stars" property, as boundless as a sea of ​​stars, transformed into "all the musicians" of this symphony orchestra:
They possess the "Copper Pipe Group," a bloodline of lightning and fire as violent as a supernova explosion;
The “String Ensemble” possesses a chaotic bloodline that is as elusive and ever-changing as a nebula;
The percussion section possesses the majestic, ancient star-like bloodline of the dragon.
And then there are the various fragments of power that have been integrated into the body during past battles and training, forming a vast "chorus"...

The "contradictory core" that formed in his chest when his bloodline awakened transformed into the "baton" in his hand, full of paradox and truth.

It is both the core of unifying the forces of all parties and the catalyst for creating necessary conflicts.

Most importantly, he gleaned the theory of "dissonant intervals" from "The Complete Explanation of the Extraordinary".

This became the unique "score" in his mind.

Unlike traditional wizards who attempt to eliminate inner conflict through cultivation, Ron chose a more dangerous and dazzling path:
He actively guided the explosive power of thunder and fire to collide violently with the chaotic disorder.
The fiery heat of the dragon's blood contrasts sharply with the emptiness of the Star Eater's meditation.
They even deliberately create various "dissonant intervals" between bloodlines, allowing them to seek a higher level of "harmony" amidst extreme conflict...

This process is fraught with pain and danger.

Each collision of "dissonant intervals" is like detonating a nuclear bomb in his mental world.

Intense pain surged from the depths of his soul, as if it were tearing his consciousness to shreds.

But it was precisely in this extreme pain that a miracle occurred.

When the conflict intensifies to the point of no return, those violent "notes" begin to spontaneously seek new ways to combine.

The violence of thunder and fire provides direction to chaos, while the randomness of chaos opens up possibilities for thunder and fire.
The fierceness of dragon blood established a stable tone for the entire system, while the void of the Star Eater provided an infinite space to contain all power...

Ultimately, these forces, which were originally irreconcilable, came together.

Under Ron's spiritual guidance, they condensed and settled, transforming into high-quality magic crystals with astonishing density.

Each crystal is as brilliant as a miniature star, containing terrifying energy powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers.

[Current mana compression progress: 295%...298%...299%...]

The panel notification flickered at the edge of his consciousness, indicating that he was getting infinitely close to that crucial threshold.

"Just a little bit more..."

Ron gritted his teeth and poured all his remaining mental energy into the final movement of this "symphony".

boom!
When the number 300% flashed through his mind, a torrent of power erupted within him.

That is the key to quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

The achievement of triple compression not only signifies a simple increase in the total amount of magic power, but also represents another leap forward in his level of power.

Breakthrough successful! Magic compression: 300% (three times compression)

[Moonlight-level Stage 3 Breakthrough Completed]

[Increased Magic Output Efficiency]

Ron slowly opened his eyes, feeling the hot and stable energy source within his body, like the core of a star.

Through this method of training in "dissonant intervals," his understanding of power reached a completely new level.

This breakthrough in compression by three times is partly due to increased capabilities;

On the other hand, it also verifies that his resonance cultivation method is indeed far more efficient than the ordinary compression method.

Based on the current progress, my cultivation will proceed smoothly until I break through the compression rate of five or even ten times.

"At this rate..."

Ron stood up, feeling the resonance between the pure energy in the magic pool and the power within his body, silently calculating in his mind:

"It may take much less time than planned before I can reach the true threshold of the Dark Sun class."

Once he reaches the Dark Sun level, his influence in this world will undergo a fundamental change.

………………

Meanwhile, at the highest point of the crystal tree.

There are no fancy decorations here, and even the basic living facilities have been simplified to the extreme.

The crystal walls form the three sides of this space, each like a transparent mirror, reflecting the starry sky from different angles.

The fourth wall is entirely occupied by a central processing unit connected to Vinard's undead body.

Countless fiber-optic-like energy wires extend from the processor.

Like veins, they are densely distributed on the wall, shimmering with a faint light representing the flow of data.

The ends of these wires connect to every joint, every piece of armor, and even every screw of Vinard's mechanical body.

His relationship with the colony had long transcended the simple distinction between "manager" and "managed."

It's more like the "cerebral cortex" and "neural network" of a super life form.

Vinard floated silently in the center of the empty room.

Silver eyes peered through the one-way crystal wall at the dreamlike pool of magic below.

With the aid of holographic projection, Ron's figure was magnified to almost life-size.

The young wizard sat cross-legged in the center of the pool, surrounded by a dazzling vortex of energy like a nebula.

The flow of those energies contains both the paradoxical beauty brought about by the "core of contradiction" and the artistic order constructed by the "consonant intervals".

Two completely different forces are eternally vying for power within him, yet they achieve a subtle unity at a higher level.

"Really..."

Vinard silently recited the words in his mind, his lips slightly parted, but no sound came out:
"A perfect tool."

However, there was not a trace of approval in his tone.

On the contrary, that cold scrutiny is like an engineer checking the operating parameters of a precision instrument.

Objective and rational, but devoid of warmth.

He saw it, he saw that familiar aura that made him feel subtly uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.

That's the taste of Hector, the "King of Absurdity".

A damn "artistic sense" that is full of improvisation, disregard for logic, yet always gets straight to the heart of the matter.

This involuntarily brought back to that humiliating moment buried deep in his memory, a moment he would never forget.

Let's turn back time several hundred years.

At that time, Vinard was just a young wizard who had just been promoted to the Moon rank.

With his innate and extraordinary understanding of complex systems, he has already stood out among his peers.

No matter how complex the magic array, how precise the alchemical process, or how abstract the theoretical derivation.

In his hands, everything is broken down into simple "modules" and then recombined according to optimal logic.

He firmly believes that all phenomena in the universe can be calculated, formalized, and incorporated into a flawless logical system.

Chaos is merely a superficial disguise of order, and mystery is nothing more than an unanalyzed complex algorithm.

Given enough time and resources, he can decipher the underlying code that makes this world work.

Until he met the King of Absurdity.

That happened during an exploration of ancient ruins.

At the time, Vinard was leading a small team in an attempt to decipher a "treasure trove of knowledge".

The security system of this treasure trove is outrageously complex.

It consists of 72 nested decryption arrays, each containing tens of thousands of variables.

Everyone else was at a loss, but Vinard spent a full half month analyzing all the variables one by one and building a complete algorithm to crack the problem.

Just when he was about to succeed, the King of Absurdity appeared.

He looked like he had just run out of his kitchen, still wearing an adorable bunny apron.

The man wriggled his tentacle-like half-body and walked over, casually reaching the magic circle and knocking seven times as if knocking on a door.

Seven seemingly random positions, seven illogical beats.

And then, the "super safe" that Vinard had painstakingly studied for half a month was opened... just like that.

"child."

The King of Absurdity turned around and looked with a smile at the dumbfounded Vinard:

"The designer of this treasure trove was a poet. When faced with a poet's work, what mathematical formula do you use?"

As he spoke, He took out a book that emitted a faint golden light from the depths of the treasury.

"The Complete Guide to Extraordinary Things." "With your talent, you might be able to finish reading this book even if you dedicate your entire life to it."

The King of Absurdity gently handed the book to Vinard:
"But you'll never understand the person in the mirror."

This sounds like a joke, like an elder teasing a younger person.

However, when Vinard excitedly turned the pages, what greeted his eyes was...

Blank.

Pure, glaring, and utterly empty space.

He thought there was something wrong with his senses, so he used various spells to test it.

The results showed that the book indeed contains a wealth of information, with each page carrying knowledge that could change the world.

However, to him, they were like words written in invisible ink, forever beyond his comprehension.

"Don't worry."

The King of Absurdity sensed his confusion, his tone carrying a deeper meaning:

“When you truly understand the ‘mirror’ within yourself, these words will naturally appear to you.”

"When you can see a 'complete' Vinard in this mirror, then this book will open its doors to you."

After saying this, the King of Absurdity disappeared.

Vinard was left standing alone in the empty vault, holding the blank copy of "The Complete Explanation of the Extraordinary," his heart filled with an unprecedented sense of defeat.

In the centuries that followed, no matter how rapidly his abilities developed, no matter how many seemingly impossible technical problems he solved, he persevered.

That book, "The Complete Explanation of the Extraordinary," remained blank.

It was like a cruel mirror, constantly reminding him:
You think you're omnipotent, yet you don't even understand yourself.

This seemingly easy "oracle" became a thorn in Vinard's side that he couldn't get rid of.

He began to hate this kind of "metaphysics" that could not be explained by logic.

Therefore, he harbored a complex mix of jealousy, resentment, and deep disgust toward everything and everyone that bore Hector's "artistic flair."

Ron's appearance was precisely the result of the King of Absurdity's personal "guidance".

This led Vinard to view him from their very first meeting as an "outsider" whom he had to use but was also constantly wary of.

It's like a living, breathing copy of The Amazing World.

Vinard's thoughts gradually drifted back to the more distant past.

He returned to his homeland—the real "Emerald Ring Star".

It was a beautiful planet surrounded by a triple ring system.

The emerald green atmosphere, illuminated by the starlight, resembled an emerald suspended in the void.

Countless crystal cities float within the star ring, each a fusion of architectural art and engineering.

The people who live there have been pursuing the ultimate fusion of technology and aesthetics for generations.

Every work they create, every magic circle, every building, strives to achieve a balance between functionality and artistry.

Born into such an environment, Vinard displayed an extraordinary understanding of complex systems from a young age.

Everyone believed that he would become the greatest "master of technological aesthetics" in the history of Emerald Ring.

Until he encountered that unsolvable problem.

In his quest for a breakthrough, Vinard, using a copy of "The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary" that the other party had previously given him, proactively sought out the King of Absurdity and requested His help.

"I can give you everything you want."

The King of Absurdity said this at the time:

"Absolute rationality, perfect logic, and the insight to reduce any complex system to its basic elements."

"However, there is a price to pay for exchange."

His tone became deep:

"You must personally sever your emotional ties with your hometown, your family, and everything in the past."

Offer me that sense of belonging that belongs to 'humanity' as a sacrifice.

"From now on, you will gain pure, cold creativity that is not disturbed by any emotional factors."

At the same time, you will forever lose the ability to 'go home'.

Young Vinard did not hesitate at all.

He craved power, and longed to become the "perfect engineer" who could solve all problems.

What does mere sentimentality amount to?
The moment the deal was completed, he felt an unprecedented sense of clarity.

The whole world became crystal clear in his eyes, and the underlying mechanisms of every phenomenon were clearly visible.

His research efficiency increased exponentially, and in just a century he soared from the initial Dark Sun level to the Grand Wizard.

However, when he tried to return to his hometown to show his family his achievements.

He discovered that he could no longer feel any longing or warmth from the bottom of his heart.

Those familiar faces became sets of physiological data in his eyes.

Those scenes that once captivated him are now just ordinary optical phenomena.

Even the elderly relatives who are so old that they can't even open their eyes look like nothing more than "biological carriers with whom they have a genetic relationship".

He gained immense power, but lost sight of the original purpose for using it.

Even more terrifying, when he tried to perfect his ethereal form and reach a higher realm, he discovered a fatal flaw:

His ethereal form was powerful and sophisticated, possessing near-perfect computational capabilities and an energy regulation system.

But it lacks the most crucial element—"heart".

It is a perfect machine, but it cannot be considered a complete "world".

Just as Vinard was agonizing over this, his superior found him.

He was a legendary figure who ruled over the "Emerald Ring Star" and was also one of the disciples of the King of Illusions:
“Vinard, your illness is in your heart.”

She reached out and gently stroked his cold, mechanical face:

"You exchanged your emotions for power, and that power will eventually become an insurmountable cage for you."

"However, there is always a chance for things to turn around."

The witch took a star map coordinate from her bosom and handed it to him:
“Go to this place, the Star of the Furnace. There you will find the most violent ‘emotions’ and the most primal ‘creative power’.”

"If you can understand it, master it, and ultimately integrate that 'irrational' power into your overly perfect 'rational body'..."

Her voice became incredibly solemn:

"Only then will you have the opportunity to 'complete' yourself and reach the true peak."

This star chart is the root of his obsession.

The colony was named "Emerald Ring II" because of his feelings for the homeland he could never return to.

The last trace of attachment, which even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Now, all the clues have been connected.

Vinard turned his gaze back to Ron in the magic pool, his anticipation growing stronger.

Ron Ralph, the "chicken" that lays golden eggs, "sent" by the King of Absurdity.

It is the most crucial part of his entire "completion plan".

The "resentment vein" was the "medicinal ingredient" he had prepared.

Those primal emotions that embody a thousand years of pain and anger.

Through the passage of time, it has become the purest carrier of "irrational power" in the world.

Ron, on the other hand, is the only "pharmacist" who can brew highly poisonous "medicinal herbs" into "medicine" that can be consumed.

Vinard silently outlined his plan in his mind:
"I will give you everything you want—resources, status, knowledge, respect."

I will let you unleash your 'art' to solve that 'soul modulation' problem that even I find difficult."

"But I will never reveal my 'low-level code' to you."

You wouldn't know, my hometown has long been formatted in my heart;

I have no idea what kind of 'backdoor access' my mentor's relationship with the King of Illusions left me with;
Little did they know that this colony, this Titan, and everything else were merely a grand and meticulously crafted 'tuning platform' I built to fix the bug in my own soul.

His thoughts became even more profound:

“You are a variable that cannot be copied, Ron.”

Every time you 'run' something, it leaves behind valuable 'data logs'.

How do you deal with resentment? How do you find a balance with irrational forces? How do you find that delicate line between art and science?

"And I will become your sole observer."

"...until I thoroughly analyze and successfully 'decompile' your core logic and transform it into the 'final patch' for my own system."

At this point, Vinard's mechanical lips curled up slightly:
"By then, I will no longer need that blank copy of 'The Complete Explanation of the Extraordinary'."

Because I myself will become the most perfect 'complete book'.

(End of this chapter)