Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 569 The Only Successful Case in Nearly a Century
Magic was infused into the crystal, and pale blue light condensed into a projection in the air.

As soon as the image stabilized, Ron saw a familiar figure.

Ailan was standing in the living room, holding a potted plant that was in bloom.

"Owner!"

Upon seeing Ron, the tree spirit's face broke into a joyful smile.

The plant seemed to sense her emotions, and its flowers bloomed even more brilliantly.

"Ailan, I'm back... no, I'll be back soon."

Ron smiled and corrected himself.

“Master, you look very healthy.”

Ailan scrutinized him closely, as if trying to see all the changes that had occurred in the past year:

"Are you eating and sleeping well over there? Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Do you need me to prepare some medicinal meals to help you recover?"

Before Ron could answer, the treant began to report on its own:
"Everything is fine at home. I take care of the garden every day, and your favorite moonflower vine has already bloomed three times."

The study is cleaned every day, and your books are arranged the way you like, not a single one has been touched..."

Ailan's gentle voice, like a babbling brook, reported on the various matters at home.

Listening to her description, Ron could imagine what the place looked like:
Sunlight streamed onto the clean floor, and flowers bloomed in the garden; everything was in perfect order.

That warm feeling called "home" became incredibly real at that moment.

“However…” Ailan’s voice suddenly lowered, a hint of melancholy appearing in her eyes:
“When the owner isn’t home, the house definitely feels a bit lifeless. Every day when I’m tending the garden, I always think, ‘If only the owner were here, he would definitely praise me for taking such good care of this flower…’”

Ron's heart was gently touched.

Just as I was about to say something comforting, suddenly...

With a "splash," water splashed!
A petite figure rushed over from the edge of the frame, knocking Ailan aside.

"Master! Master! Master!!!"

Suddenly, Dale's delicate little face filled the entire projection.

Water droplets still clung to the ends of her hair, and her fishtail, faintly visible behind her, was flapping excitedly.

"Dair misses Master so much!! Was the world Master went to fun? Did it have an ocean? What color was it? Were there delicious fish? Were there singing seashells?..."

A barrage of questions came at Ron like a machine gun, giving him no chance to answer.

"Dair, mind your manners."

Ailan offered a helpless reminder from the side, but her tone remained gentle.

"Oh dear, Master won't mind, right?"

But soon, her expression became somewhat uneasy:
"Master... after you come back, will you leave again right away?"

Her voice suddenly softened:

"Dair wants her master to accompany her to see the sea."

"My master said that once Dale reaches the limit of her bloodline, he will take her on a deep-sea adventure..."

Looking into her expectant eyes, Ron's heart softened.
"Of course I remember. I'll definitely make time to go with you when I get back this time."

"real?!"

Dale immediately perked up: "Great! Great! Dale wants to see the glowing jellyfish! She wants to find the singing whale! And also..."

“Dale.” Alan stopped her excitement just in time, then turned to Ron, her eyes filled with a gentle smile:
"Master, when are you planning to return? I'd like to prepare your favorite dinner in advance."

“We should arrive the day after tomorrow,” Ron replied.

"Then I'll start preparing today."

Ailan nodded earnestly:
"Your favorite jade soup, star dew salad, and fruit wine made from moonlight vines..."

"Ailan's mom's cooking is the best!"

Dale chimed in again, "Master, you must not have eaten anything this delicious during the year you've been away, right?"

Ron thought of the food he ate in the colony.

Although it's nutritious, it definitely lacks the taste of home.

"I really miss Ailan's cooking," he admitted with a smile.

"Then Master should eat more."

Ailan said gently, "You seem to have lost a little weight."

"How can there be..."

“Yes, yes!” Dale immediately chimed in.
"Dale also thinks Master has lost weight! He must not have eaten properly while out!"

Ron was both amused and exasperated as his two family members took turns "accusing" him.

But this feeling of being cared for warmed his heart.

After chatting about everyday things for a while, Ron prepared to end the call.

"Then, Master, see you the day after tomorrow."

Ailan still wore that calm smile, but the anticipation in her eyes was impossible to hide.

"See you the day after tomorrow! Remember, Master!" Dale waved her hand vigorously, splashing water everywhere.

“I will.” Ron nodded solemnly.

However, before he could fully immerse himself in this warm feeling, the communication crystal suddenly lit up again.

This time, it wasn't him who contacted them first; it was the other party who initiated the contact.

The light coalesced, and a familiar figure appeared in the projection.

Eve.

After a year apart, the black-haired princess had grown into an even more graceful young woman than I remembered.

"tutor."

Eve smiled slightly, her voice filled with undisguised joy:
"I received advance notice; you should be preparing to return now, right?"

"How did you know?" Ron asked, somewhat surprised.

"Because I've been keeping an eye on it."

Eve blinked, a rare hint of mischief in her eyes:
“Mother’s intelligence network is not just for show. I’ve heard about many of your ‘deeds’ in the colonies.”

As she spoke, she gently raised her right hand.

An exquisite spell model took shape in her palm.

It was an ice crystal flower made of pure magic, each petal crystal clear and exuding a gentle chill.

"Look, this is the 'Frost Condensation Technique' that I recently mastered."

The girl's tone was filled with pride:

“My mother said that I am now skilled enough to undergo the formal wizarding initiation ceremony.”

"but……"

She changed the subject, looking at Ron seriously:

"I remember my mentor saying, 'Don't be in a hurry to achieve results.'"

Therefore, I laid a very solid foundation, ensuring that every step was perfect, before preparing for the final breakthrough.

Looking at the ice crystal flower, Ron felt a surge of relief.

“Well done, Eve,” he said sincerely. “Steady progress is the right way.”

"Hehe, I got praised by my mentor."

Eve smiled happily as the ice crystal flower spun in her palm, refracting a dreamlike brilliance.

Just then, a soft clattering sound came from the background.

"Hmm... this angle is still off by 0.3 degrees..."

A somewhat unfamiliar voice came through, carrying a clear sense of unease.

Ron looked over and saw Cecilia standing in front of a vase in the distance.

The maid held a small ruler in her hand, her face filled with a pained expression that seemed to say, "Why isn't this world perfect?"

"Cecilia, stop fooling around."

Eve turned around helplessly: "This is the seventeenth adjustment today."

“But…” Cecilia said with a pained expression:
"Your Highness Eve, this really won't do!"
From this angle, the light will cause a 0.2% visual distortion.

This is completely unacceptable for the room layout..."

"Then you can continue adjusting it."

Eve waved her hand, then stuck her tongue out at Ron:
"You see, she's still the same as before."

However, it's much better than when we first arrived.

At least now, I won't break down on the spot just because I see something imperfect.

“That’s already a big improvement,” Ron said with a smile.

"Oh, and Caroline too."

Eve called out to the other side of the room:
"Caroline, should we say hello to our mentor?"

A moment later, a figure appeared briefly at the edge of the screen before disappearing just as quickly.

She said it wasn't necessary.

Eve relayed the story, her tone clearly teasing:
She said, "I dare not see His Excellency Ralph, who is the person I respect most in my life."

"Tsk tsk, Professor, what exactly did you do to her back then?"

Ron's lips twitched.

The “resurrection” during the Night of the Elements did indeed leave a deep… psychological trauma on this witch.

"Well, let's talk about something else." He quickly changed the subject.

“Okay.” Eve’s eyes lit up, and she leaned forward slightly.
"Remember to come see me first when your mentor gets back."

"I've prepared a welcoming ceremony."

The girl continued, a mysterious smile playing on her lips:
"I guarantee it'll be the kind of thing your advisor will like. As for the specifics... that's a secret! Your advisor will find out later."

“I’m really looking forward to it,” Ron replied with a smile.

“Mmm!” Eve nodded happily, then her expression turned slightly serious as if she remembered something.
"By the way, mentor, it seems like my mother is planning something big lately."

She frowned: "She specifically instructed me that there are some things that need your personal involvement in the discussion after the mentor returns."

Ron's heart skipped a beat.

Cassandra's "Secret Meeting"...

It's most likely related to the Vital civilization.

“My mother also said…” Eve recalled:

"'That project needs the most trusted person.' Mentor, do you know what that is?"

"I can probably guess some of it." Ron didn't elaborate.
"You'll understand once we get back."

“Oh…” Eve was curious, but she also knew that there were some things she shouldn’t ask too many questions about:
"Then I won't ask any further questions. Anyway, everything will be clear once the mentor returns."

She stood up and straightened her robes:
“Teacher, I won’t say ‘waiting for you to come back’ anymore, because you’ll be back soon. When you do, be sure to come to my place first!”

Eve emphasized it again before hanging up the call:

"I will wait, no matter how long it takes."

The call had just ended when a familiar voice echoed deep within my consciousness.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Nari's teasing voice came first:
"My baby is really lucky in love."

"The gentle maid of the ancient tree spirit, the lively and adorable siren girl, and that black-haired princess who clearly has feelings for you..."

She deliberately dragged out her words:

"Honey, are you starting to build a harem?"

"Mom!" Ron said helplessly, "Stop it."

“I didn’t cause any trouble!” Nari retorted confidently.
"That little girl named Eve, her eyes are practically glued to you, okay?"
'Mentor, I'm waiting for you,' 'Mentor, come see me first,' 'Mentor, you're the best...'

She mimicked Eve's tone, saying sourly:
"Oh dear, I feel so embarrassed for her."

"Nari, be mindful of the occasion."

Acelia's voice rang out at just the right moment:

“However… the ‘secret meeting’ and ‘project’ that Princess Eve mentioned are indeed worth paying attention to.” Her tone became serious:

"Judging from the timeline and Cassandra's style of doing things, it should be related to the complete conquest of the Vital civilization. And it sounds like the project has entered a new critical phase."

Ron laughed and said, "You're right, this is indeed an important matter to deal with after returning to the main world."

“Oh, right, baby.” Nari suddenly remembered something:
"When you go back to see that little girl named Eve, don't disappoint her too much. She's been waiting for you for a year."

“Mom…” Ron said helplessly.

"What? Did Mom say something wrong? Even a blind man could see how that girl felt about you."

If you really treat her like a student, you're being incredibly insensitive.

“Well…I suggest we keep a proper distance,” Acelia interjected.
"Overly close relationships may impair judgment."

"Tsk, you dragons are just too rigid," Nari said dismissively.

Ron couldn't help but smile as he listened to the two "family members" start arguing again.

This noisy, bustling feeling... seems pretty good too.

Ron put away the communication crystal, stood up, and did one last check of his luggage.

Outside the window, the energy fluctuations of the portal began to intensify.

The light shone in the direction of the crystal tree, like the first rays of dawn.

That was Vinard's signal—the portal was ready and could be activated at any time.

Ron took a deep breath and slung his bag over his shoulder.

A year is neither long nor short.

Now, it's time to go home.

He returned to that familiar world, back to those who were waiting for him.

Returning to that future, which may be challenging but is also full of hope.

“Let’s go,” he said to his companions in his consciousness.

“Let’s go!” Nari responded excitedly.

"Finally, we're going back to the main world," Acelia said, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Prepare for new variables," Carlos chimed in at the opportune moment.

Ron pushed open the door and walked toward the ever-brightening blue light.

………………

Deep within the Black Mist Forest, inside the Emerald Tower's potion laboratory.

Lilia stood quietly in front of the lab bench, her slender fingers moving among the various reagent bottles like a pianist.

Her movements were extremely precise; every pour and every stir was like a silent dance.

"Diligence can make up for lack of talent"—this incredible talent shone brightly in her.

Whenever she devotes all her attention to the ocean of potions, that mysterious power quietly awakens.

She can sense the most subtle emotional fluctuations of herbs, understand the whispers of the most harmonious magical proportions, and even resonate with those formulas on a spiritual level.

The sedative in his hand was slowly taking shape.

This is a standard mid-level potion. According to the academy's evaluation criteria, achieving "excellent" quality is already the limit for a potion apprentice.

However, under Lilia's modification, this potion emitted a near-perfect silver luster, and the magical fluctuations within it were as calm as a lake, so pure as to be almost transparent.

"Another 'near-perfect' quality..."

Mrs. Allen stood at the laboratory door, quietly observing everything.

This child's experiments always bring surprises, and every attempt pushes the limits of ordinary people's cognition.

What's even more impressive is that this talent continues to grow stronger over time.

Like a seed buried in fertile soil, it is growing at an astonishing rate.

"lady."

Lilia noticed Mrs. Allen's arrival and greeted her softly.

"The results of the mental strength test are in."

Mrs. Allen approached the lab table, her eyes flashing with complex emotions:
"According to tradition, you already possess all the qualifications to become a full-fledged wizard."

The old woman's tone became heavy:

"Unfortunately, the distribution of [Key Potion] requires strict queuing based on seniority and contribution."

At the current pace, you'll have to wait at least three to five years.

This news struck Lilia like a hammer blow.

For a genius at the peak of their thirst for knowledge, waiting three to five years is nothing short of torture.

She could clearly feel that she was only one step away from the door to becoming a "formal wizard," but was being blocked by this invisible barrier.

Is there any way to bypass this restriction?

There was a hint of resentment in Lilia's voice.

Mrs. Allen gazed at the girl, her heart filled with regret.

This tarnished gem should not waste its time in this tranquil forest.

Since Professor Utter's "last lecture," she has had a new perspective on many things.

"Child, the normal road is indeed too slow for you."

"In the wizarding world, there are always 'exceptions'."

Do you remember your mentor, Ron? He didn't use the [Key Potion] back then.

This name flashed through Lilia's memory like lightning.

The young wizard who saved her in the Black Mist Forest and gave her a new life;
The mentor who guided her with gentle words;

The man who created countless miracles, but ultimately disappeared from her world.

What career path did your mentor take?

“Nature is the most difficult ‘authentic path’.” A hint of regret appeared in Mrs. Allen’s eyes.

Of course, it's a pity for her:

"Although this path is currently blocked for you, studying his path and understanding why he succeeded can greatly broaden your horizons and may even lead to a qualitative leap in your potion-making skills."

She walked to the window and gazed into the distance through the crystal glass:

“In the library in the central area, there is a special reading area called the ‘Hall of Silence’.”

It contains all the records about the 'authentic path', and records the traces left by your mentor.

Go there to find the answers, to understand 'why'.

Lilia's heart began to pound violently.

The Central Land, the heart of the Abyss Continental Group, the sacred land she once only dared to dream of.

"Having only theory doesn't guarantee a promotion."

Mrs. Allen turned to face Lilia:
"In the Crystal Spire of the Central Lands, there is a special workshop known as the 'Cauldron of Thorns'."

That was the only place where apprentices were allowed to assist potions professors in crafting 'custom-made' Key Potions, perfectly tailored to their own souls.

"The enhancement effect of this magic potion far surpasses that of ordinary standard products."

But the spots available are far more precious than the potion itself, requiring the most rigorous screening and the most demanding conditions.

She took out a letter of recommendation that she had written long ago but had not yet sent from the inside of her robe.

"This letter can grant you access to the 'Hall of Silence' in the library, and also qualify you for the 'Cauldron of Thorns' selection."

Seek knowledge first, then knock on the door of practice.

Mrs. Allen handed the letter to Lilia, her voice filled with the loving kindness of an elder:
"You have to walk your own path."

Three months later, in the Central Land, at the Supreme Library.

Lilia stood before the entrance of this magnificent building, gazing up at the towering spires that pierced the clouds, a profound sense of awe washing over her.

Every brick here speaks of the weight of knowledge, and every ray of light carries the legacy of wisdom.

She carefully took out Mrs. Allen's letter of recommendation and handed it to the gatekeeper.

That was an old wizard whose aura was unfathomable.

When he saw the special emblem on the envelope, his previously indifferent expression turned serious.

He read the contents of the letter carefully.

His expression gradually shifted from doubt to surprise, and finally settled on an expression that resembled awe.

"It's actually Ms. Ellen Meredith... that fallen potions genius..."

The old man softly uttered the name:

"Professor Yutel's former student, and Cassandra's classmate."

I never imagined she was still alive, and even had such an outstanding student.

He looked at Lilia again, his gaze softening with kindness:
“Young apprentice, the privileges your teacher requested for you in the letter are extremely rare even for us old folks.”

Access to the 'Hall of Silence' is typically granted only to fully qualified wizards.

"but."

The old man changed the subject:
"Given Professor Utter's status and Ms. Meredith's strong recommendation, we are willing to make an exception."

However, you must remember that the knowledge within the 'Hall of Silence' is not entirely safe; some content may have a mental impact.

After undergoing a series of identity verifications and mental strength tests, Lilia finally gained the right to enter the "Hall of Silence".

She was led through a long, narrow corridor and eventually arrived at a circular room at the very back of the library.

In stark contrast to the bustling reading hall outside, this place is enveloped in an almost sacred tranquility.

Lilia walked straight to the most secluded and deserted bookshelf section—"Non-standard Promotion Ceremony Exam".

The dust here is thicker than in other places, so it's clear that few people visit.

She understood why this was the case:

The vast majority of wizards will choose the safe and reliable traditional path.

Only a few madmen or geniuses would be interested in these risky "heresy" methods.

Lilia carefully picked up the scrolls and began reading them with great eagerness.

Most of the records are frustrating:

Various failed cases, crazy experiments, geniuses heading towards destruction.

The “authentic path” is described as a dead end with almost no chance of success, and those who attempt it often meet a fate worse than death.

Just as she began to have doubts about this research method, a familiar name caught her eye:
Ron Ralph: The Only Successful Case Study in the Last Century

This is clearly a research report that has only recently been compiled.

Lilia held it in her arms as if it were a treasure, and found a quiet corner to study it carefully.

The report is filled with various speculations and inferences about the wizarding world, vague yet thought-provoking.

Researchers have attempted to analyze the reasons for Ron's success from various perspectives:

Is it due to the special nature of the bloodline, the exceptionally pure spiritual power, or some unknown external assistance?
Every inference has its own rationale, and every explanation has its doubts.

This made Lilia even more confused: how exactly did her mentor create this miracle?

Just as she was engrossed in studying a rare book about the influence of bloodlines, a clear, cold voice rang out beside her:

"The third paragraph of this record, which infers the role of the 'chaotic bloodline' in the ritual, is incorrect."

Instructor Ron Ralph likely acquired his Chaos-related bloodline after advancing to the Lunar Rank.

Lilia turned around in surprise and saw a noble-looking girl with purple eyes.

The girl's appearance was as exquisite as a work of art, and she had a faint fragrance about her. She wore an elegant and simple black dress.

"Miss, are you also researching Ron Ralph's promotion ceremony?"

Lilia asked tentatively, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

Meeting like-minded people in this remote corner is like discovering an oasis in the desert.

The girl with purple eyes smiled slightly:
"Yes, my name is Eve, Eve Saint-Mange."

(End of this chapter)