Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

On either side of the projection window, a brief silence, like a frozen lake, was oppressive and heavy.

The old man's hands were still trembling, and the wine in the glass rippled slightly.

Edmund gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Andrei maintained the composure befitting a king, yet deep within his golden vertical pupils flickered an undisguised worry.

"Once and for all"

He repeated the word, his voice low:
"Ron, what do you mean?"

Ron nodded:

“I will leave you shelter. To be precise, a permanent ‘anchor’.”

It will become the bond connecting me to this land, allowing my will and my strength to remain here forever in some form.

A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes:
"The existence of this anchor point is fundamentally different from simple 'protection'."

"It is both my promise to you and your guidance to me."

The profound meaning contained in those words startled all three of them.

"Traction?"

Edmund astutely captured the key words:
"You mean, this anchor point also has meaning for you?"

"of course."

Ron smiled slightly, a smile that held a maturity beyond his years.
"The path I am about to embark on is fraught with unknown dangers."

The chaotic corruption of the abyss, the bizarre rules of another world, and those beings whose names cannot even be mentioned.

“These things will erode my reason, distort my essence, and make me gradually forget ‘who I am’.”

His hand gently pressed against his chest:
"And this anchor point will become my 'coordinates'."

"No matter how far I go, no matter what I become, as long as this anchor point remains, I can find my way back."

“It reminds me—I am Ron Ralph, I come from the Ralph family, and I have a pact with the King of Farouk.”

"It will remind me that somewhere in this world, there are people waiting for me to come home."

The eldest son's eyes welled up with tears again.

He suddenly realized that his son's proposal was, on the surface, a way of protecting them.

But on a deeper level, it was about protecting Ron himself.

In that extraordinary world, which is beyond the comprehension of mortals and fraught with danger, the bonds of family and homeland will become the son's last line of defense against alienation.

What can we do for you?

The eldest son's voice was hoarse:
“Tell us, child. No matter how difficult it is, we will get it done.”

Ron gave his father a deep look, then turned to Andrei:
"Andrei, I need you to gather the best craftsmen and alchemy apprentices to complete the construction of two special magic arrays within a month."

He waved his hand, and a detailed design drawing was projected onto the other side.

The blueprints unfolded in the air, densely covered with various runes and energy circuits.

Andrei observed carefully, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper:
"This structure is more complex than any magic array I have ever seen."

"Because it is not just a simple 'receiving device'."

Ron explained:
"It is a 'resonance body,' a 'container of stories.'"

"The first magic array was built in the deepest part of the royal palace's secret chamber."

It will resonate with Andrei's "Corona Breathing Technique," becoming an 'endorsement' of royal power.

"The second magic circle was built in the underground ancestral shrine of Ralph Castle."

It will be connected to the family bloodline and become the 'guardian' of the clan.

"The two magic arrays, one bright and one dark, complement each other."

His eyes deepened:
"As long as I live, the magic circle will never go out."

"The stronger I am, the stronger my protection will be."

"But what if one day, the magic circle suddenly dims?"

Ron didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what it meant.

Andrei took a deep breath:
"Understood. I will immediately gather the best craftsmen to complete the construction according to your blueprints without any errors."

"but."

He hesitated for a moment:
"The material consumption for a magic array of this level is probably extremely large."

Although the royal treasury is full, it is probably impossible to procure such a massive amount of extraordinary materials in such a short time.

"You don't need to worry about the materials."

Ron interrupted him:
"I will prepare the core materials myself."

All you need to provide are basic building materials—high-quality silver, pure crystal, and a sufficiently sturdy foundation.

“I think the Kingdom of Luke should have enough of these.”

Andrei nodded immediately:
"All of these are fine. The basic structure of the two magic arrays will definitely be completed within a month."

"Eighteen years left"

The old man repeated the number softly, a self-deprecating smile on his face:

"Son, to be honest, with my old bones like this, I'm not even sure if I can live to see that day."

He put down his glass, and his tone became more relaxed:

"But it doesn't matter. Even if I can't wait, your older brother will definitely be able to."

"It would be nice if he listened attentively to your story and then relayed it to my tombstone."

"Father!"

Edmund's voice suddenly rose, tinged with unusual excitement:
"What nonsense are you talking about! You're in excellent health; you could easily live another twenty years!"

"Haha, I know, I know."

The eldest son waved his hand with a smile:
"I'm just stating a fact. Everyone has to die. What's there to hide?"

He looked at Ron in the projection, his eyes softening:

"But you, child, must take good care of yourself for the next eighteen years."

Seeing how composed you are now, who would have thought that you used to do all sorts of crazy things as a child, always going to those kinds of places, and always getting dragged back by your older brother?

"Back then, every time I pretended to slap you a few times, your older brother would always protect you from behind... Hahaha, cough!"

The old man couldn't help but burst into laughter when he thought about the embarrassing things that happened back then.

He was laughing so hard that he couldn't catch his breath and suddenly started coughing violently.

Edmund, who was standing nearby, immediately stood up anxiously and gently patted the old man's back to help him catch his breath.

Ron felt a tightness in his throat.

He recalled many past events, those memories of "Ron the Mortal" that he had deliberately forgotten.

"I will, Father."

His voice was soft, yet full of promise:

“This time is different. I’m no longer the reckless boy I used to be.”

Edmund had also regained his composure by this time.

As the de facto manager of the family business, he began to focus on more practical issues:
"Ron, how much manpower was needed to build those two magic arrays you just mentioned?"
For a project of this scale, maintaining secrecy would be extremely difficult.

This is indeed a very real problem.

Ron pondered for a moment:
"The royal palace can be used as a pretext to 'strengthen the royal defense system'."

The artisans and apprentices who participated in the construction can afterwards receive hush money arranged by His Majesty.

"As for the family..."

He looked at Edmund:

"Brother, you can say to the outside world that you are repairing the ancestral hall."

Anyway, the family does similar maintenance every few decades, so it won't arouse too much suspicion.

"understood."

Edmund nodded, his mind already planning out the specific execution details:

“I will recruit craftsmen from three different cities and have them each take charge of a different part to ensure that no one can see the complete design.”

"Materials procurement is also decentralized, bypassing the family's usual channels."

Seeing his older brother quickly switch into "work mode," Ron couldn't help but laugh:
"Brother, you're still the same as before, you can't stop once you encounter specific tasks."

"Of course."

Edmund rarely showed a relaxed expression:

"Rather than worrying about those uncertain futures, I'd rather do what I can do right now, at least that way I'll feel at ease."

Andrei listened quietly until this moment when he finally spoke:
"Ron, would you mind revealing more about the specific effects of that 'anchor point'?"

The blond king spoke cautiously:

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, but as the monarch, I must be vigilant about any changes that could affect the stability of the royal power.”

"this is necessary."

Ron fully understood his concerns:

"The 'anchor' is essentially a 'conceptual guardian.' It will not change your power system, nor will it affect the normal operation of the kingdom."

"The only change is..."

He carefully considered his words:

“When someone attempts to threaten the royal family or clan through extraordinary means, the ‘anchor’ will automatically activate protection.”

The specific form it takes depends on the nature of the threat.

"It could be a barrier, a counterattack, or just a warning."

"But in any case, it will not intentionally harm innocent people."

Andrei stroked his beard and nodded.

As a bloodline knight who practices the "Corona Breathing Technique," he could vaguely understand the deeper meaning in Ron's words.

“I understand. This is equivalent to adding a layer of ‘extraordinary’ insurance to the monarchy.”

"To be honest, this arrangement is much milder than I expected."

"With your current strength, you could easily use a more forceful approach to bring the entire Farouk Kingdom under your control."

"But you chose a solution that is beneficial to both parties."

Andrei raised his glass:
"I will remember this respect."

Ron also raised his glass, offering a toast to the other person across the projection.

The two smiled at each other, no further words needed.

In the following time, the four began to discuss more technical details:
The specific location of the magic array, its energy supply method, daily maintenance standards, and contingency plans for abnormal situations.
These trivial yet necessary tasks greatly lessened the atmosphere of parting.

Finally, when everything was confirmed, Ron was about to turn off the projector.

The eldest son suddenly took out a small brocade box from his bosom:

“Ron, even though it’s through a projector, I still want you to see this.”

He opened the brocade box, inside which lay a somewhat worn badge.

That was the coat of arms worn by the first head of the Ralph family; a small sapphire was set in a silver base.

“This is what I inherited from your great-grandfather.”

The old man gently stroked the badge:

"According to family tradition, it should be given to Edmund before I die, but I think..."

He looked up, his eyes filled with tenderness:
"Perhaps it should be given to you."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want you to take over the family."

The eldest son said with a smile:
“I have no doubt that Edmund will be a good head of the household.”

"But you."

He paused for a moment:
"You are the first member of the Ralph family to truly go out into the world."

Your journey has been longer than any of ours, and the scenery you've seen is beyond our imagination.

"Ron, when you come back in eighteen years..."

The old man's voice was soft, yet full of expectation:
"Tell us your story over the years."

"I want to know what my son went through in that world I can't reach."

Ron's eyes were a little moist:
"Okay, I promise you, Father."

"Eighteen years from now, I will come back and tell you everything."

The projection slowly turned off.

Only after the light completely dissipated did the eldest prince let out a heavy sigh, as if he had finally put down the burden that had weighed on his heart for many years.

Edmund helped his father to his feet:
“Let’s go, Father. We still have a lot to do.”

"Ah."

The old man nodded and walked towards the door, leaning on his cane.

But before he could step out the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the spot where the projection had just appeared:
"Edmund, do you think I'll still be able to wait for him to return in eighteen years?"

This problem caused Edmund a deep pain in his heart.

He wanted to comfort his father and say, "It's definitely possible."

As the pillar of the family, he must face reality.

My father is already over seventy years old this year, and in eighteen years, he will be nearly ninety.

Even with Ron's protection, whether they can hold out until then remains to be seen.

"Yes, Father."

Ultimately, Edmund chose to give that answer:
"We will all wait for him to come back."

"Most definitely."

The eldest son smiled with satisfaction, said no more, and slowly walked out of the private meeting room.

………………

After the projection communication was completely shut down, Ron sat in the chair for a long time.

Ailan drifted in, saw her master's expression, said nothing, and quietly began tidying the room.

She knew that what her master needed right now was not comfort, but time alone.

It took Ron a long time to stand up.

"Ailan".

"Owner?"

"Please prepare some refreshing drinks for me; I need to work a long time."

"Okay, master."

Ailan drifted toward the kitchen, while Ron headed toward the laboratory.

But before stepping into the laboratory, he suddenly stopped.

"Acelia, are you sleeping?" he called softly.

A silver dragon shadow immediately appeared:

"What's wrong? Your emotions are fluctuating a lot."

"I want to ask you something: is there any way to extend the lifespan of mortals?"

"Extend life, but haven't you already used methods to extend life?"

Upon hearing this, Acelia replied without hesitation:

"Those potions you regularly sent back, those meticulously crafted enchanted items, those purifying crystals that 'happened' to be placed in their bedrooms."

"What do you think these are for?"

Her tone was as straightforward as ever:
"If these things weren't working, how could your father, who was covered in hidden injuries and should have been in his coffin ten years ago, still be alive today?"

"And your eldest brother, years of hard work and various health problems accumulated from his early years on the battlefield should have made him bedridden at the age of forty."

"But now? He can still handle family affairs every day, and even find time to go horseback riding and hunting."

"These are all your 'life-extending methods' at work."

Although Azalea's words were cold, they were all true.

"Small ice cubes!"

Nari's voice suddenly rang out, filled with obvious anger:

How could you say such a thing!

The apostle's consciousness projected from the abyss, transforming into a cloud of purplish-black mist:
"My baby is already in a bad mood, and you're being so blunt with him. What if you make him even more upset?!"

“I’m just stating the facts,” Acelia retorted without backing down.
"Moreover, it's better to face reality sooner rather than to let him cling to false hope."

"Mortal lifespans are inherently limited, and he has already done his best."

"you--!"

Nari was so angry he couldn't speak.

"enough."

Ron raised his hand, stopping the two from arguing:

“Acelia is right, I should have faced reality sooner.”

But he still asked, somewhat unwillingly:

"But... is there really no other way?"

"I mean, a way to allow ordinary people to live for hundreds of years?"

"Hundreds of years?"

Acelia was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"In previous eras, there were indeed some technologies that could do this."

"For example, the 'life-prolonging ritual' maintains the vitality of a mortal's body through regular magical infusions."

"For example, the 'time stasis array' slows down the flow of time in a specific area, thereby delaying aging."

"There are even more extreme 'soul transfer' techniques that transfer consciousness into a new body."

Her tone turned somber:

"But all of these technologies were banned at the end of the Third Age."

"Why?" Ron pressed, but he already had a pretty good idea of ​​the reason.

"Because 'The End of Death' has become a demon god."

There was a hint of irritation in Acelia's voice:

"You should know that each of the four demon gods governs a certain fundamental law."

“The ‘end of death’ governs the cycle of life and death.”

"Before He became a demon god, the rules of life and death were relatively lenient."

"Ordinary people can extend their lifespan through various means, and some special individuals can even live to be two hundred years old."

"The soul has more freedom in its destination; it can be reincarnated, it can linger, and it can even choose to attach itself to another place."

"But everything changed after 'The End of Death' came to power."

Acelia's voice became even more solemn:
"He forcibly 'regularized' the cycle of life and death, setting strict upper and lower limits."

"The upper limit of lifespan for ordinary humans is 120 years, and it cannot be exceeded by any means."

"The soul must enter 'reincarnation' after death and cannot remain in the material world for a long time."

These rules are collectively known as the 'endpoint law'.

"And the consequences of violating these rules"

She sighed:

"They are directly erased by the 'End of Death,' and even the great wizards are no exception."

Ron was horrified. He suddenly remembered Dean Salamander's story:

Even the mighty fire giant was helpless as his wife and children lay dying.

If there were truly effective ways to extend lifespan, why wouldn't Salamanda use them?

Given his status and power at the time, even if he couldn't do it himself, he should have been able to ask Professor Utter for help.

The only explanation is that such a method simply does not exist.

Or rather, even if it existed, the cost would be unbearable.

"What if we don't consider these limitations?"

Ron was still unwilling to give up:
"For example, using some unconventional methods?"

"You mean bloodline modification?"

Acelia's tone grew even colder:
"In theory, it is indeed possible to extend the lifespan of mortals by forcibly implanting foreign bloodlines."

"For example, infusing your father with dragon blood, making his body half-dragon."

"Or we could subject him to abyssal contamination, distorting the very essence of his life." "But that would..."

She countered with a question:

"Is that thing lying on the operating table still your father?"

"That creature with scales, black blood, and a completely altered way of thinking."

Is this still the old man you remember?

Ron remained silent.

He imagined that scene:

Dragon scales grew on the father's face, his eyes turned into beastly pupils, and he exhaled the smell of sulfur when he spoke.

Or worse, being corrupted by the abyss can distort one's memories and personality.
"Never mind." He shook his head. "I've figured it out."

"I'm sorry, Ron."

Aseria's tone softened unusually:
I shouldn't have been so blunt.

"But..." she hesitated for a moment:
"I've seen too many people do crazy things to extend their lifespan."

"In the end, they did live longer."

"But that kind of 'living' has completely lost its meaning."

"Instead of that, we should accept the laws of nature."

Wouldn't it be better to leave beautiful things in their beautiful state?

Ron let out a long breath.

Logically, he certainly understood that Acelia was right.

But emotionally, he still couldn't fully accept it.

"I understand how you feel, baby."

Nari's gentle voice rang out:
"But you have already done so much for them."

“They sensed all those potions, those amulets, and all the protection you thought they didn’t know about.”

"So don't be too hard on yourself."

"Some things are simply beyond our control."

Ron closed his eyes:

"Since we can't change life or death, then at least..."

His gaze hardened again:

"I want to make sure that they are not threatened by any supernatural force during their limited lives."

"This is the only thing I can do."

In the laboratory, Ron began to get to work.

Unseen by him, Nari and Azalea were having a secret conversation.

"Little Ice Cube, you went too far just now." Nari's voice was reproachful:
"You could have said it more tactfully."

“What’s the use of being tactful?” Acelia retorted.

He will have to face these realities sooner or later.

"Instead of letting him continue to hold onto his illusions and eventually break down in disappointment, it's better to make him understand now."

"But."

Nari was about to say something when Azalea interrupted her:

"And do you really think that the limitation of 'the end of death' is absolute?"

This statement startled Nari.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean"

Acelia's voice became meaningful:
"If Ron truly grows strong enough to challenge the Demon God."

"At that time, will the so-called 'endpoint law' still be able to bind him?"

"What you're saying... Although Mom believes that you will definitely reach that level in the future, how long will that take?"

Nari's voice was filled with worry:

  Five thousand years? Ten thousand years? Or even longer?

"Once he truly reaches that level, even the remnants of his family's souls will be gone."

"So what he needs to learn now is to accept this sense of powerlessness."

Acelia's tone was indifferent:

"Only when he truly understands the pain of 'loss' and the despair of 'irretrievable'..."

"So that he won't completely collapse when faced with even greater losses in the future."

"This is what I really want to tell him."

Nari remained silent for a long time.

Finally, she whispered:

"Little Ice Cube, you are actually gentler than I thought."

"Humph."

Azalea neither confirmed nor denied: "Think what you want."

"Anyway, I'm just stating the facts."

"Oh, right, little ice cubes."

Nari suddenly said:
"Much of the knowledge you just mentioned pertains to the Third Age and beyond."

"How do you, a dragon soul from the Second Era, know so much about the Third and Fourth Eras?"

Acelia was silent for a moment:
"Because I am not completely isolated."

"What do you mean?"

"Dragons have a special ability."

Acelia explained:
"Our souls can connect to the dragons' 'information sharing database'."

"It was a vast network of knowledge built from the souls of all the dead dragons."

Nari was surprised:
"You mean, you can directly read the memories of other dragons?"

"It's not 'reading,' it's 'sharing.'"

Acelia corrected:
"Those predecessors who have passed away will upload the important events they experienced and the knowledge they learned to the shared library."

"And we, the later arrivals, can search as needed."

"Although I died in the Second Age, I was able to learn about the major events that occurred in the Third and Fourth Ages through the shared library."

“Of course, there are also many restrictions,” she added.
"First of all, I am now just a remnant soul, and my ability to connect to shared libraries has been greatly weakened."

"Secondly, the information in the shared library was all uploaded voluntarily by other dragon souls."

If a dragon didn't experience something firsthand, or if the dragon chose to keep it a secret, then I would have no way of knowing.

"and"

"Since the beginning of the Third Age, fewer and fewer dragon souls have been uploading information to the shared repository."

Nari seemed to be deep in thought:
"So your understanding of the Fourth Age is actually quite limited?"

"You could say that," Acelia readily admitted.
"Most of what I know are major events that are 'public' or things that involve the interests of the dragon race."

"As for the real secrets," she shook her head:

"I probably know less than you do, after all, you witnessed the events of the late Third Age and early Fourth Age firsthand."

The dialogue between the two souls gradually came to an end.

Ron, however, remained focused on his work, completely unaware of the conversation that had just taken place.

"We can't rest now."

He stood up and walked deeper into the laboratory:
"I need to start preparing the 'core materials'."

"This process requires a high degree of focus and precise operation; any mistake could lead to failure."

Ron went to the experimental table and took out three items from his storage space one by one.

The first item was a delicate crystal bottle.

The bottle contained a few drops of a deep red liquid shimmering with gold; it was the essence of his Chimera bloodline.

Every drop of this blood contains the complete genetic information of both the Thunderfire Tyrant and the Chaos Ram's Head bloodlines.

It carries Ron's own "essence"—his will, his memories, his "story".

The second item was a small bag wrapped in silk.

The bag contained a handful of fine, powdery silver sand—the "Sand of Time."

These are rare materials collected from the cracks of time, each grain a frozen moment of "eternity".

Although the quantity is not large, it is sufficient for today's needs.

The third item is an "energy crystal" the size of a fist.

This is a high-purity magic storage medium with an internal structure resembling a naturally grown geometric maze, capable of holding massive amounts of information and energy.

Ron placed the three materials on the lab bench, took a deep breath, and began to work.

"The core concept of narrative potionology."

He silently recited in his heart:
"Potion is a combination of matter and meaning."

"The process of making potions is like telling a story with the ingredients."

"So."

His gaze became focused and deep:
"If what I'm trying to refine is a 'concept,' a 'rule,' then..."

"Then the story I tell must be grand enough, profound enough, and true enough."

Ron reached out and lightly touched the first material with his fingertips—blood essence.

The "interpretation of all things" feature is activated.

He "heard" the voice of his bloodline.

That was the roar of the Thunderfire Tyrant—about destruction, about tyranny, about the madness that burned out in despair.

That was a whisper from the head of the Chaos Ram—about inclusion, about adaptation, about the wisdom of finding meaning in absurdity.

Two completely different "stories" achieved a wonderful balance within him.

This balance itself is Ron's "essence".

"very good."

He nodded and turned his attention to the second material—the Sands of Time.

When Ron's fingertips touched the silver grains of sand, he felt a strange sense of stillness.

It was as if time had frozen at that moment.

The past, present, and future overlap at the same point.

"The Sands of Time do not represent the concept of 'eternity' itself."

"To be precise, it represents the 'eternalization of the moment'."

"It can freeze a fleeting moment, making it transcend the passage of time."

"This is exactly what I need."

Finally, he looked at the energy crystal.

The internal structure of the crystal presents a labyrinthine complexity in magical perception.

Countless energy channels intertwine, branch, and converge, forming a massive "information container."

Ron nodded in satisfaction:
"These three materials correspond precisely to the three elements of a 'story'."

"Bloodline is the 'protagonist'—representing my essence and will."

“The Sands of Time are ‘plots’ – representing the eternity of commitment.”

“Energy crystals are ‘carriers’—capable of containing a complete narrative.”

He closed his eyes and began to conceive the story that was about to be "written" in his mind.

This is a story about "oaths" and "bonds".

Ron opened his eyes, a determined light burning within them.

He stretched out his hands, his left hand holding up the essence of blood, and his right hand holding up the Sands of Time.

Under its control, a drop of bloodline essence floated out of the crystal bottle and hovered in mid-air.

The droplet began to slowly rotate within the magical envelopment, its surface rippling with fine waves.

The Sands of Time began to scatter, and grains of silver sand surrounded the blood droplet, forming a miniature star ring.

"The first step is to define the 'protagonist'."

Ron begins to "write" the first chapter of the story:
"This drop of blood comes from Ron Ralph, who looked up at the stars and drew strength from them."

"It records his origins—the Ralph family, the warm haven that nurtured him in the mortal world."

As this "narration" unfolds, the blood droplets begin to change.

Countless tiny specks of light began to emerge from the deep red liquid, twinkling like stars.

Each of those points of light was a fragment of Ron's memory:
My father's tall figure; the sweet floral tea my brother offered; the starry sky above the castle watchtower; and those warm and ordinary everyday moments.
"The second step is to weave a 'plot'."

Ron continues “writing”:
"He promised that no matter how far he went or what he became, his power would protect the Ralph family."

"As long as the stars remain, the bloodline will never die."

The Sands of Time began to merge with the blood droplets.

Each grain of silver sand transforms into a ray of light as fine as a hair the instant it comes into contact with the blood.

These rays intertwine, weaving a "web of oaths" around the blood droplet.

"The third step is to solidify the 'outcome'."

Ron's voice became solemn:
"As long as Ron Ralph is alive, as long as he is conscious, as long as he remembers 'who I am'."

"This promise will remain in effect forever."

The last batch of Sands of Time merged into the blood droplets.

The entire "Net of Oaths" suddenly contracted, like a giant cocoon, completely enveloping the drop of blood.

Then—a brilliant light shone forth!
Ron squinted, and through the blinding light, he could see that the drop of blood was undergoing a fundamental transformation.

It has become a container for a "concept".

A story about "oaths," "bonds," and "promises that transcend time and space" is completely sealed in this tiny drop of liquid.

When the light faded, a crystal the size of a thumb appeared in front of Ron.

"successful"

This level of "narrative crafting" consumes not only magic, but also spirit and will.

What he just did was essentially using his understanding of "potions" to forcibly distort the rules of reality.

To transform an abstract "concept" into an "existence" that can be carried by matter.

This touches upon a higher level of mystery—rewriting reality through "story".

Ailan, who was using vines to assist her, looked at the two-tone crystal and could feel the immense energy contained within it.

"Master, is this the 'core material' you're sending to the family?"

"Yes and no," Ron shook his head.
"This is just a 'seed'."

“The real ‘core’ is the ‘tree of rules’ that it forms after it ‘takes root and sprouts’ in the magic circle.”

He carefully held the crystal in his palm:
"Now, we just need to wait for Farouk's magic array to be completed."

He placed the "anchor core" into the central platform of the teleportation device and then began adjusting the parameters.

Target coordinates: Secret chamber of the Royal Palace of King Farouk.

Teleportation time: scheduled for one month from now, when the magic circle is completed.

Energy source: the core energy pool of the observation station.

everything's ready.

Ron took a deep breath and activated the teleportation device's "preheating mode".

The device began to hum, and the runes on its surface lit up one by one.

Magic began to flow in the internal circuits, preparing for the teleportation a month later.

"Next"

Ron turned and looked at the abyss outside the laboratory:
"It's just a matter of waiting."

He walked to the window, gazing at the distorted and eerie void, yet felt an unprecedented calm within him.

Because he knew he had made all the necessary preparations.

Whether it's the protection of one's family, the attachment to one's hometown, or the security of one's future... all of these have been perfectly unified in this "anchor point".

"Eighteen years"

He muttered to himself:
"When I come back, you must still be there."

One month later, in the underground chamber of Farouk Palace.

Andrei stood solemnly before a magic circle.

This magic array took a full month to complete.

Countless skilled craftsmen, alchemy apprentices, and even several high-ranking apprentices from the court participated in the construction.

The magic array covers an area of ​​nearly 100 square meters, with energy circuits cast from pure silver densely distributed on it like blood vessels.

Hundreds of crystals are set at key points, each one precisely tuned to resonate at a specific frequency.

In the very center of the magic circle, there was a groove the size of a fist.

There, the "anchor core" from Ron will be placed.

The same magic circle has also been built in the ancestral shrine underground at Ralph Castle.

The eldest prince and Edmund were standing there, waiting for the same moment to arrive.

"His Majesty."

A court nobleman bowed respectfully:
"The time is almost up."

Andrei nodded and took a deep breath.

He could feel the Corona Breathing Technique within his body vibrating violently.

It seemed as if it was anticipating something, as if it was responding to something.

Suddenly, the magic array in the center of the secret chamber burst forth with dazzling light!
Space began to distort, and a miniature teleportation portal slowly opened in the center of the magic circle.

Then, a crystal slowly floated out of the portal.

It floated in mid-air, radiating a warm and steadfast light.

Andrei could sense that the light contained Ron's "will".

"It's now!"

He activated the "Corona Breathing Technique," and magic surged from his body, transforming into a beam of light that shot towards the crystal.

The crystal sensed the power of the solar corona and immediately emitted an even more dazzling light.

The two intertwine and merge, forming a wondrous "power of contract".

Meanwhile, in the ancestral shrine beneath Ralph Castle…

The magic circle in front of the eldest duke and Edmund also burst forth with light.

Another crystal floated out of the portal.

"This is."

The eldest son reached out with trembling hands and touched the crystal.

The next moment, a warm power surged into his body.

That was a blessing from the stars, a protection from her son.

Edmund also felt that power; he could clearly "hear" what the crystal was saying:
"The bloodline of the Ralph family is protected by the stars."

The two magic arrays, though separated by a hundred miles, resonated at the same moment.

The silvery-blue starlight and the blazing golden light of the sun intertwined in the sky above the Kingdom of Farouk.

This scene was witnessed by countless people.

The common people knelt down, believing it to be a divine miracle.

The nobles were terrified and uneasy, speculating about the meaning of this strange phenomenon.

Meanwhile, at the distant Abyss Observatory, Ron stood in the laboratory and could clearly sense that the two "anchor points" had been activated.

"successful"

He smiled with satisfaction, then turned and walked toward the diving device.

"Now, I can safely go into seclusion." (End of Chapter)