Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

The observatory corridor receded into the distance behind him, Ron's footsteps echoing in the empty passageway.

He has completed all the necessary handover work—backing up critical laboratory data, maintaining the submersible, and leaving the "Explorer One" golem at the base station.

That creation, which he built himself, has now become an indispensable part of the observatory.

It will continue to operate here, recording data, maintaining equipment, and becoming its "eyes" here.

In front of the portal, Captain Miller and several veteran members of the exploration team stood silently.

They didn't speak, but stared at the young man with extremely complicated expressions.

There was admiration, reluctance, and worry in his eyes.

"Take care of yourself, Associate Professor Ralph."

Miller finally spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Living in the abyss for a long time... even you must be extremely careful."

Ron nodded, without any further pleasantries.

He turned and stepped into the diving device, quickly plummeting into the unfathomable depths.

When the view cleared again, a completely different world unfolded before my eyes.

Deep within the fifth layer of the Abyss, the Sea of ​​No Light, lies Nari's palace, shining like a luminous pearl.

As soon as Ron stepped into the sensing range, the entire palace began to shake violently!

The pillars, walls, and dome, formed from chaotic energy, all began to pulsate joyfully, breathing as if they were alive.

Then, Nari arrived.

Just like last time, she pounced on me.

Hundreds of tentacles thrashed wildly in the water, creating violent currents.

The tentacles became incredibly gentle the moment they approached Ron, carefully circling around him, yet not daring to actually touch him, for fear of hurting him.

"Baby! Baby! Baby!"

Nari's voice echoed throughout the palace, and only one emotion shone through the hundreds of eyes:

"You're finally back! Mom missed you so much! So much!"

Her emotions surged like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming Ron.

That pure, unreserved ecstasy left no room for doubt in its sincerity.

"I'm back, Mom."

Ron's voice was very soft:
"I will stay here for a long time to come and will not leave."

These words froze all of Nari's tentacles.

Then, she burst into a cheer that was almost a scream!

"Really? Really? You're not lying to Mommy, baby?"

"real."

Ron reached out and gently stroked the nearest tentacle:
"I will go into seclusion here to attempt to break through to the Dark Sun level."

This process may take several years, but I will be with you the whole time.

Black "tears" welled up in Nari's eyes—they were actually highly concentrated chaotic essence, each drop priceless.

But at this moment, they are simply expressing a mother's purest joy.

"Mom was already prepared!"

She said impatiently:
"My darling asked me to cultivate that 'magic pool' before. I've been taking very good care of it. Come and see! Come and see!"

The tentacles gently lifted Ron and slid him deeper into the palace.

Passing through layers of crystal corridors and past gardens planted with exotic plants, you finally arrive at a vast, specially enclosed space.

Ron's breath caught in his throat as the sealed gate slowly opened.

That's not a "magic pool" at all.

It was a heart, a huge, beating, living heart.

It floats in the center of the space, with a diameter of over thirty meters, and its surface is covered with fine vascular patterns.

The basic framework of the "heart" clearly follows the precise "order" rules in Vinard's blueprint.

However, this "order" is shrouded in a seemingly violent but actually ingenious "chaos".

The primordial chaotic energy drawn from the depths of the Nari Palace circulated within his heart like blood.

They wash over every energy circuit, eroding every node of order, yet just as they are about to cause destruction, they are guided, transformed, and reorganized by some force...

Ultimately, it transforms into a purer and more powerful chaotic essence, flowing into the core energy storage area of ​​the heart.

“Look, baby.”

Nari excitedly pointed deep into his heart:

"Mom nurtured it like her own baby! She fed it the best chaotic energy every day, sang lullabies to it, and told it stories..."

“Mother also planted a ‘seed of chaos’ that she brought back from the ‘boundary of nothingness’ in its core.”

"Now it can breathe on its own! It can circulate its own fluids! It can grow on its own!"

Ron stared at the beating heart, somewhat shaken.

Nari did not follow the blueprint she received from Vinard to "build" a magic pool.

She simply used her instincts to "nurture" a brand new life.

The "skeleton" of this life is order, the "blood" is chaos, and the "heartbeat" is the eternal struggle and fusion between the two.

Like his own magical compression process, he possesses a "core of contradiction" and seeks balance between order and chaos.

"Mom...you have created a miracle."

"Not at all!"

Nari shyly waved her tentacles:
"This was all designed by my child! I just... brought it to life according to my own understanding."

She asked cautiously:
"Does my baby like it?"

"like."

Ron reached out and touched the surface of his heart with his fingertips:
“I really like it. This is the ‘instrument’ I need to advance to the Dark Sun class.”

He could feel that the "core of contradiction" within him was resonating with this chaotic heart.

The feeling was like two tuning forks responding to each other, their frequencies gradually synchronizing.

Vinard's blueprint provides the framework of "order," while Nari's environment is infused with the flesh and blood of "chaos."

He himself is the "conductor" who can reconcile the two into one.

When the three are combined, this chaotic heart will become a "spiritual time chamber" that can support him in crossing the gap between the Moon-level and Dark Sun-level.

"Mother."

Ron turned around and looked intently at Nari:

"Next, I'll enter that heart and begin my ascent to the Dark Sun level. This process might be quite lengthy, and during this time..."

He paused:

"I need you to do something for me."

"What is it? Just tell me, darling!"

Nari immediately stated:
"Don't even mention one, Mom would be willing to buy a hundred!"

"About Euphemia."

Ron's voice became rational:
“It’s time to let her return to her ‘hometown’.”

Nari paused for a moment, then understood:
"Baby, do you mean to send that little mare to that 'blood-ridden world' you mentioned before?"

"Yes."

Ron nodded:

“Her ‘father’ Aiden has gone mad, and the vampire clan is falling apart. This is the perfect time to plant a pawn.”

“Euphemism possesses the identity of a ‘vampire princess’ and has reached the Moon-level after your training. She is qualified and capable of securing a place in that chaos.”

"As long as she can establish herself, she can become my eyes and ears, my bridge, and even..."

His eyes deepened:

“An agent in a certain sense.”

Nari himself has little interest in these complex strategic arrangements.

But the thought that this was "a task entrusted to mothers by their babies" made her so happy that her tentacles seemed to glow.
"Mom understands, Mom will go and call her over right away!"

"Baby, you rest first, prepare to enter cardiac cessation."

"Mom will definitely handle this perfectly!"

After saying that, she swam away in a hurry, leaving behind countless tentacles lingering in the air.

Ron stood alone before the heart of chaos, his heart churning with emotion.

Chloe's prophecy, the singularity of fate, the impending storm... all of these urge him to become stronger.

"Dark Sun-class..."

He whispered softly:
"I must cross this threshold."

The main hall of the Chaos Palace.

Euphemia was "invited" over by Nari's tentacles.

She was still wearing that blood-red robe, her long silver hair was braided, and her face was cold and exquisite.

She is no longer the same person she once was.

Under the combined effects of Nari's "high-pressure training" and "chaos essence reward", she has successfully advanced to the Moon rank.

Those "blood demons" who could only control four or five heads in the past can now easily control more than a dozen.

The "Blood Bride" who made her shine in the Rising Star Project has now evolved to have sufficient autonomy.

The increase in her power allowed her to regain her confidence as a genius.

But when facing Nari, that deep-seated fear still lingered.

She will never forget those three days in the "labyrinth of pain"—the endless cycle of death, the agony of being devoured by the blood demon, the despair of having her soul torn apart...

Therefore, when she entered the main hall, she maintained the most respectful posture.

They bowed their heads, stood at attention, and dared not overstep their bounds in the slightest.

Nari lazily sat on her "throne," all her eyes slowly turning, examining the "work of art" before her.

After a long silence, she spoke, her tone as innocent as a child's:

"Little mare, my darling has assigned you a task."

Euphemia's heart skipped a beat.

She looked up, her eyes revealing a mixture of nervousness and anticipation:
"Please give your orders, Lord Nari. Euphemia will do her utmost."

“My baby says, ‘Go home.’”

Nari tilted his head, his tentacles drawing circles in the air:
“Go back to the ‘World of Chaos and Blood,’ go back to your crazy ‘father’.”

"Of course, the real purpose of going back is to work for my darling. To lie in wait there and become his eyes and ears."

Her tone suddenly turned dangerous:

"Would you like to, my little mare?"

At this moment, Euphemia's brain was working at lightning speed.

Aiden—the “father” who created her, the madman who treated her as an experiment, the “half-witch king” who might sacrifice her at any moment.

She felt only hatred and fear towards him.

Under the opponent's control, you are always just a tool, a pawn that can be discarded at any time.

No matter how talented she was, no matter how hard she tried, in Aiden's eyes, she was no different from ordinary blood slaves.

Nari's experience was equally terrifying—the memory of the "painful labyrinth" still kept her awake at night.

The terror of the Konauri can be traced back to certain signs.

All her actions revolved around Ron Ralph.

As long as he is useful to Ron, Nari will "protect" him and even "train" him.

As for Ron himself... he values ​​value, exchange, and the role each piece can play.

Working for Ron is far wiser than trying to survive under the madman Aiden.

Moreover... she vaguely sensed that this young wizard possessed a certain "power" that was impossible to ignore.

Joining his side is the only chance to get rid of Aiden, survive, and even climb to a higher position; I must seize it!
"Yes, Lord Nari."

Euphemia knelt on one knee, her voice firm:
"It is Euphemia's honor to serve Lord Ralph."

She looked up, but seemed somewhat anxious:

"But... that person still has an absolute bloodline advantage over me."

She cannot call Aiden by his name directly; the blood connection would cause her to suffer a backlash.

"If I go back, and they notice something's wrong with me..."

Aiden has gone mad, but his eyes are still sharp.

If the "chaotic aura" on Euphemia is discovered, and it is found that she has already sided with someone else... the consequences would be unimaginable.

After listening, Nari blinked her hundreds of eyes.

Then, she laughed out loud.

The laughter was as clear and crisp as a wind chime, yet it sounded particularly strange at this moment:
"Suppress? That little bloodworm?"

She thought she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

A slender tentacle emerged from the throne and slowly reached towards Euphemia.

The tips of the tentacles slowly released a chaotic fluid that was neither matter nor energy.

It originates from the chaotic source of that great abyss "mother".

The tentacle gently touched Euphemia's brow, and the witch's body trembled violently the next instant!

She could "see"... no, she should say "perceive" a bright red thread deep within her soul.

Those were the "chains" that Aiden imprinted when he created her, representing the master's absolute control over his creation.

Normally, this chain lies dormant.

But if Aiden wanted to, he could use this chain to control her actions, read her memories, or even detonate her at any time!

However, now, the primordial chaos surged in like a torrent, directly submerging that crimson thread.

Euphemia watched as the chain representing "enslavement" began to slowly decay under the erosion of chaotic power...

It didn't dissolve; it just covered and distorted.

Even if Nari could completely dissolve them, it would alert the enemy.

Even so, Euphemia felt as if the shackles that had bound her for life had finally been broken.

But then she felt an even deeper chill.

Because something new has become entwined on that "chain of blood":

A "tentacle" woven from chaos.

It is softer and more concealed than chains of blood, yet it is also more robust.

It lacks Aiden's brutal "control," but contains Nari's gentle "envelopment."

As the tentacles left her brow, Euphemia collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Her body was trembling, but her face showed only ecstasy.

Because she felt that new power surging from the depths of her soul!

Now, every drop of my blood contains trace amounts of primordial chaos.

The "blood bride" she summons will no longer be an ordinary flesh and blood construct.

Those creations will possess chaotic tendrils, twisted properties, and even a certain degree of "immortality"!
Her "Blood Demon Legion" will be transformed into true "Chaotic Bloodline"!
Most importantly, she could sense that even if she returned to the Chaotic Blood World, Aiden would no longer be able to perceive her true state through bloodlines.

In that madman's eyes, she was still the obedient "daughter" and the loyal "creation" she had been back then.

This is a brilliant disguise, but also a deadly betrayal.

"Thank you... Thank you for your kindness, Lord Nari..."

Euphemia lay prostrate on the ground.

This time, her submission was genuine.

Nari nodded in satisfaction and gently patted her head with her tentacle:
"Good girl. Go on, little mare."

“My darling has taken care of all the formalities for you. Go to the teleportation base on the sixth floor, and someone will take you to the ‘Chaotic Blood World’.”

"remember……"

Nari's voice suddenly turned cold:
"Don't disappoint my darling, otherwise..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the chaotic arcs of electricity that suddenly erupted from the tips of those tentacles said it all.

“Euphemism understands.”

The witch bowed her head deeply: "For the rest of my life, I will obey Lord Ralph's every command."

The sixth layer of the abyss, a space base station.

In the teleportation hall, Euphemia stood quietly in the center of the magic circle.

She had changed into a dark red travel cloak, the hood covering most of her face.

The technicians in charge of the teleportation confirmed her identity and destination, and began activating the magic array.

"The coordinates of this world have been hidden by the 'School Alliance,' but thankfully we have the data provided by Researcher Ralph. Let me adjust it properly while I do so..."

The technician muttered:

"Let me see... Hmm... The information posted on the academic alliance website says that it's been quite chaotic there lately, and the resources aren't exactly plentiful. Why would Researcher Ralph send you to a place like that?"

Are you sure you want to go?

"determine."

Euphemia's voice was as indifferent as water:
"It is precisely because of the chaos that there is opportunity."

The technician shrugged and said no more.

The life of an explorer is inherently a dance on the edge of a knife.

In more chaotic places, opportunities and risks coexist.

As the light shone, space began to distort, fold, and recombine...

When everything calmed down, Euphemia had already vanished from the magic circle. The World of Chaos and Blood.

Night enveloped the land.

There were no stars in the sky, only a dark red "moon" hanging in the dome, casting a blood-red glow.

As Euphemia stepped out of the portal, the first thing she saw was a vast city.

Skyscrapers stand tall, neon lights flash, and cars and people throng the streets...

This scene is strikingly similar to a modern metropolis on Earth—bustling, noisy, and rife with desire and sin.

However, when one's gaze falls upon those corners where the light doesn't reach...

Deep in the alley, several pale figures were devouring a corpse.

At the top of the skyscraper, a pair of bat wings spread out in the moonlight.

Of the "humans" walking on the streets, at least one-tenth exude an aura of death and bloodshed.

Euphemia fanned her nose; the air here was filled with the sweet, metallic smell of blood, which instinctively disgusted her.

At the same time, she also felt a kind of calling.

This is, after all, her "hometown," the source of her blood.

"The King of Blood..."

She murmured the honored name and shook her head.

Her "father," her "creator," her past nightmares, are somewhere in this city.

That crazy old man is now reaping the bitter fruits of his out-of-control behavior all by himself.

The thirteen clans of the vampires fell apart, each establishing their own independent faction.

Families that once bowed down to the "King of Blood" are now raising the banner of rebellion.

Some wanted to overthrow the old king and establish themselves as kings.

Some wanted to take the opportunity to annex weaker clans and strengthen themselves.

Others simply wanted to use the chaos to escape Aiden's control and find new backers...

And she, Euphemia Pelle, the former "vampire princess"...

Now, we've returned with a brand new mission, brand new strength, and brand new ambition.

Behind the witch, a pair of blood-red wings slowly unfurled.

They are no longer simply dark red.

The edges of those wings shimmered with a dark halo, and one could vaguely see chaotic tentacles wriggling within them.

Euphemia took flight.

Instead of flying to the gathering places of the great nobles, she flew towards the outskirts of the city, to the areas where the smaller clans gathered.

She knew very well that with her current strength, facing Aiden directly would be tantamount to suicide.

True wisdom lies in starting from the margins, from the weak, gradually encroaching, infiltrating, and controlling...

In the darkness, Bloodwing streaked across the sky and disappeared into the shadows of skyscrapers.

On the throne of an ancient palace in the chaotic world, a languid figure suddenly opened his scarlet eyes.

“Strange, I can smell an unfamiliar ‘smell’.”

"Who...is it that has sown the seeds of 'chaos' in my territory?"

………………

The interior of the chaotic heart is far more expansive than it appears from the outside.

Ron floated in the center of this silver-blue ocean of energy, surrounded by countless pulsating streaks of light.

Those are all “circuits of order” designed in Vinard’s blueprint, and they are now engaged in an eternal struggle with the “chaotic torrent” injected by Nari.

Every heartbeat is accompanied by the collision of two forces.

Each pulse stirred up violent waves in his mental sea.

Ron closed his eyes and completely immersed his consciousness in the deepest part of his mind.

He could feel the three distinct sources within him flowing along their own paths:

The magic of meditation is cold, distant, like a faint light from the depths of the universe, with an extremely low frequency and a slow, lingering vibration.

The bloodline of the "Thunderfire Tyrant" is fiery, violent, and full of destructive explosiveness, with an extremely high frequency and rapid, sharp vibrations.

The origin of the "Chaotic Ram's Head" is profound and inclusive, yet it carries a certain indescribable distortion. Its frequency is not fixed, sometimes high and sometimes low, like an improvisation that can never be written into a musical score...

Three types of energy, three frequencies.

They operate independently within Ron's body, without interfering with each other, like three separate musical instruments, each playing its own melody.

Ron took out the obsidian-like "Core of Contradiction" from his pocket.

When he pressed it close to his chest, the beating of his entire chaotic heart paused for a moment.

Then, an even more intense pulse erupted!
The power of the "core of contradiction" acts like an invisible conductor's baton, forcibly pulling the three forces onto the same stage.

At that moment, the most piercing, twisted, and maddening chords resounded in Ron's mind!
That's an augmented fourth interval.

In ancient music theory, it was called the "devil's interval".

Because it sounds extremely discordant and disturbing, it was even explicitly forbidden by the Church in the Middle Ages.

However, in Ron's mind at this moment, this "fourth degree increase" was deliberately magnified countless times by the "core of contradiction"!
The collision between the low frequency of "Star Projection" and the high frequency of "Thunder and Fire Tyrant" created the first sense of tearing.

The "chaotic ram's head" vibrated wildly between the two, creating a second layer of chaos.
The three combined create a pain that feels like it's tearing your soul to shreds!

"Well--!"

Ron's body trembled violently in the ocean of energy.

This kind of pain is indescribable.

It felt as if countless red-hot steel needles were simultaneously piercing every corner of the brain.
It was as if the soul was being placed on a millstone, slowly crushed, kneaded, and stirred into a paste...

An ordinary Moon-level wizard would faint the moment they experienced this pain.

Those with weaker wills might even go mad from the pain.

However, Ron gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay awake.

This pain is precisely what is referred to as "dissonant intervals" in "The Complete Explanation of the Extraordinary".

It should not be suppressed, much less be avoided.

Instead, it should be "listened to," "understood," and "guided"!
"Huh...huh..."

Ron adjusted his breathing, trying to refocus his consciousness.

Instead of fighting against the sense of being torn apart, he used his ability to "understand the language of all things" to "listen" to the essence of this disharmony.

Each of the three types of magic expresses its own "demand".

Their conflict stems from their inability to understand each other's "narratives".

“You are not enemies, you just haven’t learned how to find your place in the same piece of music yet.”

Ron whispered from the deepest part of his mind:
"Come out, my little mentor."

A soft light flashed through the air.

The little lamb wearing a scholar's cap and holding a baton appeared from the conceptual layer of "Transcendental Explanation".

“Mee~!”

The lamb let out a cheerful bleat, then looked at Ron with some concern.

It could sense that its "students" were enduring immense pain.

"don’t worry."

Ron reached out and gently stroked the lamb's head:
"Next, I need you to help me 'rehearse' a symphony."

"A symphony that...moves from dissonance to harmony."

The lamb blinked its black, gem-like eyes, then nodded solemnly.

It raised its thin baton and waved it gently in the air.

Ron looked at the lamb:

"Mentor, please teach me how to command them."

The lamb nodded excitedly, then pointed with its baton to the three "performers" on the stage.

When the frequency relationship among the three was gradually adjusted—a miracle occurred!

That jarring "augmented fourth" interval began to transform into a "whole fifth"!
The noise gradually dissipated, and the low-pitched starlight was like the foundation of the earth.
The high notes of thunder and fire are like the spires of the sky;

The chaotic, altered sounds are like a staircase connecting heaven and earth...

The three elements intertwine to form a complete, stable, and powerful chord!

"Success..."

Ron's eyes flashed with ecstasy.

He immediately projected this "insight" from his mental sea into his physical body!
Inside the chaotic heart, his magic began to rearrange according to a new "frequency relationship".

The "star projection" remains subdued, but more stable.
The "Thunderfire Tyrant" is still ferocious, but with a touch more restraint;
The "chaotic ram's head" continues to change, but it has found a "rhythm" that moves between the two...

The power of the "core of contradiction" has fully erupted!

That power, which was originally used to "create conflict," has now been transformed into a power of "forging"!

It was like a giant hammer, slamming down hard on the three harmonized magical powers within Ron's body!

"Crack——!"

It was as if something had shattered.

That is the original "loose structure" of magic.

Then, under the continuous forging of the "core of contradiction," these fragments were compressed, recombined, and condensed again...

Ultimately, this resulted in a new structure that is denser, purer, and more powerful!
[Magic Compression: 496% → 500%]

Five times the compression, a breakthrough!
"call……"

Ron was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead into the ocean of energy, creating ripples.

"Pain is the forging process..."

He repeated this sentence:

"But if pain can be 'transformed' into harmony, then the effect of forging... will increase exponentially!"

He didn't stop; he struck while the iron was hot and immediately started a new compression process!

This time, he was even more skilled.

He knew how to "listen" to the appeals of the three magical forces, how to "guide" their frequencies, and how to resolve "increased fourth degree" into "complete fifth degree"...

The whole process was still painful.

But this pain is no longer meaningless torment.

It turned into a "performance," a magnificent symphony that moved from disharmony to harmony!

Time lost its meaning in the heart of chaos.

Ron had no idea how many times he had "commanded" things, or how many times he had gone from hell to heaven.

All he knew was that each successful "solution" would make his magic stronger, purer, and... closer to a certain "perfection".

Time flowed in a distorted way in the fifth layer of the abyss.

Ron had no idea how much time had passed in the outside world.

He was simply pushing his magic compression level forward through repeated cycles of "cultivation-recovery-cultivation".

[560% → 620%]

[620% → 700%]

[700% → 710%]

………………

Every breakthrough is accompanied by even more intense pain.

Because the higher the density of magic, the more difficult it is to harmonize the three forces of different frequencies.

The harshness of that "four degrees increase" is also increasing exponentially.

Ron's "command" skills are also improving rapidly.

He became increasingly adept at accurately grasping the "emotions" of each magical force, and increasingly keenly at seizing the best opportunity to "solve" it...

Each successful attempt makes his magic more "three-dimensional", more "full", and closer to the perfection of a work of art!

Finally, at some uncertain point in time:

Current magic compression level: 990%

Nine point nine times.

It's just a little short of meeting the minimum standard for the Dark Sun class.

But it was at this 0.1 that Ron encountered the most terrifying wall in his cultivation career.

"The Wall of Concepts".

As he attempted to "command" the three magical forces to achieve a new harmony, his entire mental sea suddenly froze!
The three "performers"—the Starlight Harp, the Flame Beast, and the Chaos Smoke—were all frozen in place!
They could no longer play.

To be precise, the notes they played were beyond "solution"!

No matter how Ron guided them, no matter how the lamb demonstrated...

That augmented fourth interval seemed to be nailed to the air, completely still!
It cannot be resolved upwards to a "full fifth" or downwards to a "major third".

It just hangs there, jarring, distorted, and eternally unchanging!
"what happened?"

Ron's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He could sense that the problem wasn't about "skills".

His "command" ability has reached its current limit.

The problem is that……

“My ‘command’ is not ‘heavy’ enough.”

Ron murmured.

He suddenly realized that the difference between 9.9 times and 10 times, which seems to be only 0.1 times, is actually quite small.

But this 0.1% represents a leap from "quantitative change" to "qualitative change"!

Tenfold compression is more than just a numerical breakthrough.

It means that the "density" of magic has reached a whole new level.

Magic began to possess certain "semi-solid" properties, starting to move from the boundary of "energy" towards "matter"...

This transformation requires more than just "skills".

What's needed is some kind of "anchor," a sufficiently strong and stable "concept" to support this entirely new structure!

Just like a bridge, you can use your skills to design a bridge structure that is good enough.

But without a sufficiently solid foundation, this bridge could never truly be built!

"I need a 'foundation'."

Ron wandered in the sea of ​​consciousness:
"An anchor that can withstand ten times the compression."

But where is this "anchor point"?

He tried to use "star projection" as an anchor point—but failed, as the starlight was too distant to provide sufficient support.
He tried using "Thunderfire Tyrant" as an anchor point—but failed, the flames were too violent to provide enough stability;
He tried using the "chaotic ram's head" as an anchor point—but failed; chaos is too changeable to provide sufficient certainty...

All attempts ended in failure.

Ron finally understood—he was stuck here.

They were stuck at the "conceptual wall".

Unless he can find that "external force," that "anchor point" that can serve as the "final chord"...

Otherwise, he will never be able to cross that final 0.1 times!
"Damn..."

Ron opened his eyes, panting heavily.

He could sense that his "command" ability had reached its limit.

Continuing to force it will only lead to a complete breakdown of mental strength.

He needs to stop and think, and find a new breakthrough.

"Maybe……"

He looked into the depths of the heart of chaos, where he could vaguely see Nari's tentacles guarding the outside:

"I need some inspiration from the outside world."

"Mom should be able to help me pass on some information... to see what's happening in the outside world."

He made a decision to slowly detach himself from deep meditation.

Nari sensed it almost immediately when his consciousness returned to reality.

"Baby, baby's awake!"

Her voice echoed throughout the palace:

"Mom misses you so much! You've been in seclusion for so long!"

"How long?"

Ron's voice was a little hoarse.

His throat felt a little dry from not speaking for so long.

"Let Mom do the math..."

Nari held the tip of her tentacle:

"A year has passed here!"

"What's happening outside..."

She thought for a while:

"It should have been almost three years, right? Mom isn't quite sure either; the flow of time in the Abyss is always strange."

One year.

A full year has passed on the fifth level of the abyss.

In the main world, nearly three years have passed.

Ron was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Has there been any news from the outside world during this time?" (End of Chapter)