Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

When the glaring red alarm faded and the system rollback was complete, the entire seventh floor fell silent once more.

Ron's consciousness remained at the perspective of that "observer".

"This guy, could he be..."

He murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on Norsen's profile.

The silhouette, the expression, the burning obsession in the depths of those eyes... everything was so similar.

He looked almost exactly like the Norman Davenport he had met in "Paradise".

"The Complete Guide to Extraordinary Things"

Ron asked, "This Northumberland Porter, is he...?"

"Is it something?"

The sound of the books carried a certain playfulness:

"Is he the 'Crown of Knowledge' from eight hundred years ago? Is he a prisoner who escaped from Paradise? Is he someone who should have died long ago?"

The giant eye blinked: "What do you think?"

Ron was silent for a moment:

"His aura is too similar to Norman Davenport's."

That obsession and thirst for 'truth' doesn't seem like something that can be passed down through generations.

"A smart child."

The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary chuckled softly:
"But for some questions, the answer itself is not as important as the process of seeking the answer."

Did you see what he did?

The book did not answer directly, but instead steered the conversation elsewhere:
“A seemingly ordinary librarian spent several years submitting 99 completely harmless errata reports, all for that one last one—the one that could shake the very foundation of the entire system.”

"This patience, this calculation, this profound understanding of the 'rules'..."

Norsen's image was reflected in the giant eye's pupil:

"He used 'order' as a weapon and 'logic' as a sharp blade, using the system's own perfection to pierce the system's own throat."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The books exclaimed in admiration, "This is true wisdom!"

Ron nodded, as if he understood.

He noted that The Amazing Explained did not deny that Northon was Norman.

It is only in this ambiguous way that it gives a hint while maintaining a certain "denial".

This attitude itself speaks volumes.

"As for why he was able to appear outside..."

The language of books has become more ambiguous:
"Some doors may be locked, but there may be more than one key;
Some prisoners, though imprisoned, may find their chains loosening at a particular moment.

"All you need to know is..."

The giant eye slowly closed, then reopened: "He is still alive, still fighting, and his story is not over yet."

"that's enough."

Ron didn't ask any further questions.

He knew very well that there were things "The Complete Guide to Extraordinary Things" didn't want to reveal, and no amount of pressing would yield an answer.

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that there might be some "high-level power struggles" involved that he couldn't yet understand.

Rushing in will only get you into unnecessary trouble.

"So……"

Ron took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the scene before him:

"What are you trying to tell me by showing me this 'play'?"

"Ha! You've finally gotten to the point!"

The voice of "The Complete Guide to Extraordinary Things" suddenly became excited.

The pages flipped through the book frantically, finally settling on a particular chapter.

The image shows a complex and dazzling chart:
Norson's 99 reports are like fine threads that converge into a huge logical network;

The 100th report is the core node of this network, where all the lines converge, collide, and erupt...

"You just said you don't know how to construct a 'composite spell circuit,' right?"

The book's tone became serious:
"Because your three forces are contradictory, any logical framework will collapse in the conflict."

"But have you ever thought about..."

The image zooms in, focusing on the moment Norsen submits the report:
"Northon's 'errata report' is itself a top-tier 'composite spell circuit'!"

Ron was startled.

"Look."

The book begins its detailed account: "What was his first report?"

"A minor correction regarding the 'moonlight dew distillation temperature'."

"What about the second one?"

"A suggested adjustment regarding the 'rune stroke order'."

"The third one, the fourth one, all the way up to the ninety-ninth one..."

The screen quickly flashed over the contents of the reports: "Each one, taken individually, is just a trivial error."

"It's like..."

The book pauses, giving the reader room to think: "Like a single 'Light' spell you cast, or a simple 'Shield'."

"They pose no threat whatsoever."

"But……"

The scene suddenly shifts, and the contents of all the reports begin to connect, forming a vast web of cause and effect:

"When these 99 reports accumulate, when they establish 'trust,' 'habit,' and 'legitimacy' within the system."

"The 100th report will no longer be a simple 'errata'."

"It turned into..."

The giant eye's pupil reflected that fatal logical paradox:

"A dagger precisely aimed at the heart of the system!"

"It points to A (the King of Evening Bell defeats the Hate Entity), A connects to B (the time of Elena's disappearance), B generates C (a two-year logical gap), C triggers D (the existence of the Forbidden Files), D questions E (the absolute truth of the system)..."

"This is the true meaning of 'composite spell circuits'!"

The sound of books is like thunder:
"It's not simply about casting spells, nor is it just about making multiple spells work together!"

"A true 'composite circuit' is one that constructs a complete 'logic chain'!"

"The result of spell A becomes a prerequisite for spell B;"

"The effect of spell B triggers the conditions for spell C;"

"The aftershocks of spell C triggered the mechanism of spell D..."

"Interlocking links, interconnected cause and effect, ultimately achieving a goal far exceeding the power of any single spell!"

Ron's breathing quickened; he was beginning to understand.

"I've been thinking about how to make these three contradictory forces operate within the same framework..."

He murmured:

“But I made a fundamental mistake—I tried to make them work ‘at the same time,’ to make them run ‘in parallel.’”

"Just like if Norsen submits 100 reports at the same time, the system will immediately identify the anomaly..."

Ron's eyes grew brighter and brighter:
"The real approach should be to let them happen 'in sequence';
Let the 'result' of the previous force become the 'starting point' of the next force!

"correct!"

The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary Explained exclaimed joyfully, "You've finally grasped the key!"

As the pages turn, new patterns emerge.

It was a stage, and three actors appeared on stage in turn:

The first actor (the power of the stars) finishes his performance, leaving behind an "observation result";
The second actor (the power of chaos) takes over this "observation result" and transforms it into "obscuring reality";
The third actor (Thunder and Fire Power) executes the "Final Judgment" based on "concealing reality"...

“Observation-Coverage-Judgment”.

Ron sketched out the process in his mind: "The three do not operate simultaneously, but rather form a 'cognitive loop'."

"A perfect, self-reinforcing, causal loop of narrative!"

"very good!"

The book approvingly states, "You have found the answer to the 'circuit'."

"Then what happens next..."

The scene shifts again, this time featuring Hector.

The king of absurdity is standing at the conceptual level, using a torrent of "absurdity" to overwhelm Norsen's "logical" attacks.

"second question."

“You said you don’t know how to construct an ‘advanced radiation field’ because you don’t even understand the most basic ‘layering’ and ‘functions’.”

"But what did you just see?"

Ron stared at Hector in the picture.

The clownish witch king did not directly attack Norsen's logic.

What He did was something more fundamental: He changed "reality" itself.

He forcibly injects "absurdity" into the library system: dancing reindeer, singing golems, lost pies...

This meaningless information flooded over Norsen's carefully constructed logical chain.

"He did not refute Norson's 'argument'."

Ron said slowly, "He directly changed the environment of Northon's 'discourse'."

"It's like..."

He recalled his experiences in battle: "It's like I don't confront the enemy's attack head-on, but rather change the rules of the battlefield itself."

"Let the enemy's power lose its 'soil'; let the enemy's logic find no 'track' to operate on."

"Yes, yes, yes! That's what I mean!"

The book excitedly proclaims, "This is the core of the 'Advanced Radiation Field'!"

"Ordinary radiation fields can only 'release' your power and let it spread to the surrounding environment."

"An 'advanced' field can 'define' the reality around you!"

In the scene, Hector's "absurd" authority acts like an invisible hand, arbitrarily manipulating the underlying rules of the library system.

He made the definition of "history" into "a lost pie"; he made "keyword search" return to the screams of groundhogs; he made the cleaning golem call itself the "Witch King"...

"This is the 'structured' field, in which you can predefine rules:"

'All flames burn at half the speed here,' 'All teleportation spells are less effective here,' 'All healing spells are twice as effective here'...

Of course, it's only a Dark Sun-level system after all; while it can be controlled to some extent, the degree and scope of control will be relatively small.

“The ‘conscious’ field goes a step further; it can automatically adjust these rules according to changes in the environment!”

"Just like the master's domain can 'sens' Norsen's logical attacks, and then automatically generate corresponding 'absurd noise' to drown it out!"

Ron's mind was struck by lightning; he finally understood.

“The field is not a ‘weapon,’ but a ‘stage.’”

“I don’t need to use the field to attack the enemy; I only need to use the field to define—'how the script should be performed on my stage.'”

“Any ‘actor’ who tries to cause trouble on my stage will be constrained, limited, or even assimilated by the rules of the stage itself…”

"Perfect!"

The book "The Complete Explanation of the Extraordinary" declares with satisfaction: "You have grasped the true meaning of 'field'."

"Then now..."

Turn to the last chapter, where there is only one simple question:

What should your ethereal body be?

Ron closed his eyes.

Three elements clearly emerged in his mind:

First, the material—the "mercury magic" with 10 times the compression, like the most robust building material.

Second, the script—the "narrative loop," a causal cycle of star observation, chaotic obscuring, and thunderous judgment.

Third, the stage – the “advanced field” – is a conceptual space that can define rules and adjust automatically.

"My ethereal body..."

Ron slowly opened his eyes, his voice firm: "It should be a [theater]."

"A silent theater where 'my story' can be performed."

"In this theater..."

He began to describe the scene:
"The power of the stars forms the main framework of the stage, like countless pillars of light supporting a dome."

"The power of chaos weaves a curtain to conceal the stage, like a black veil shrouding everything;"

"The core gate of the stage, forged by the power of thunder and fire, is like the most mysterious backstage entrance..."

“And the venue itself is the ‘will’ of this theater.”

"It will 'listen' to every presence that enters the stage, 'understand' their frequency, and 'guide' them into the 'script' I have written..."

"or……"

Ron's voice turned cold: "Forcefully expel those 'actors' who refuse to cooperate from the stage."

"The Complete Guide to Extraordinary Things" remained silent for a long time.

“Very good, no, extremely good.”

"You have found your own 'blueprint'."

"Go, go build it. Go and turn this blueprint into a real thing."

"But remember..."

The giant eye warned, "The first fusion will fail 99% of the time."

"Because although you have the 'design drawings,' you haven't yet mastered the 'construction' skills."

"Be prepared to suffer, child; it will be a tearing apart of the soul."

Ron nodded; he was ready.

………………

In the library on the other side, Norsen looked at the information displayed on his terminal:

[System rollback in progress...]

[Reverting to the state it was in 72 hours ago...]

[Errata Report #98 - Reserved]

[Errata Report #99 - Reserved]

[Errata Report #100 - Cleared]

The man slowly pushed up his glasses, placing his hands on the table as he tried to remain calm.

Deep within, a voice is howling wildly:

"This is not a random error."

"Those dancing reindeer, singing golems, lost pies..."

"The timing of their appearance is too 'coincidental' to be a system malfunction."

"This is……"

His pupils contracted:

"This is the 'ruling party' using 'absurdity' to counter my 'logic'."

“I was being watched, from the very beginning.”

"That 'Clown King' has been watching my performance."

"Whenever my performance is 'too amazing' and might even bring the stage to a close..."

"He will personally intervene and end my 'trap' in an absurd way."

This realization kept Norsen sitting in his chair for a very long time.

My colleagues have already resumed their normal work, and the system has returned to a stable state. It's as if nothing ever happened.

But he knew that everything had changed.

His "blade of logic" shattered before the "shield of absurdity."

After a while, Norsen reopened his private terminal, an encrypted device completely independent of the library system.

He typed a line of text on it:

"Plan One: Failed. The Joker has entered the game."

Analysis: The blockade cannot be breached through a 'logic attack'.

The other party's 'absurd' authority can infinitely dilute any 'meaningful' conflict.

"Conclusion: To combat the 'absurdity of divinity,' I need an equally illogical and unpredictable variable."

"Decision: Activate Plan Two." "Wait for 'The Traveler' to complete his 'map'."

“Only when the ‘nameless one’ finishes his journey can I find the ‘piece that is not on the chessboard’.”

He deleted the text, leaving the terminal blank.

Then, I stood up and continued tidying the bookshelf.

His movements remained mechanical, his focus unwavering, and he continued to play the role of that "diligent bookworm."

But behind his glasses, his eyes had changed.

It's no longer just obsession and rationality; there's also something else... waiting.

Waiting for a larger, more chaotic, and more uncontrollable variable to enter this game.

On the other side, Hector watched with satisfaction as the seventh floor of the library returned to calm.

Those misinformation messages have fulfilled their mission, dissipating like the receding tide, leaving only a false impression of "normality".

"A perfect farewell."

His bells rang softly and pleasantly:
"Norman is indeed talented, but unfortunately... a knife that is too sharp will always hurt itself."

His attention remained focused on the other person.

At the conceptual level, He can "see" all the "causal lines" around that "patient":
Every thought, every keystroke, every message sent...

Everything was under His watchful eye, as clear as day.

Just then, He saw Norsen suddenly open that private terminal, his fingers rapidly sliding across it as he typed something.

"Oh? Are you still not giving up?"

Hector leaned closer with great interest, wanting to see the writing more clearly:
"Plan One: Failed. The Joker has entered the fray..."

"Decision: Activate Plan Two..."

"Waiting for the 'traveler' to complete his 'map'..."

He could see everything that came before him clearly.

But when the focus shifts to the last keyword, "traveler"...

A very subtle sense of unease suddenly arose.

Just like when your eyes look at a corner, even though there's something there, your gaze will always "slip away" and instinctively turn to another direction.

"'The Traveler'? Who is...?"

Hector frowned, trying to decipher the meaning behind the word.

But every time His consciousness touched this concept, He would feel a blank.

"It's not a deliberate concealment, but rather a kind of... 'lack of presence'?"

This was not the first time He had experienced this feeling.

The projection of that "nameless" quasi-Witch King in the conceptual layer is like a blurry shadow that can never be focused.

You know He is there, you can sense His movements, but when you try to "truly see" Him...

Your attention will be drawn by an inexplicable force to other things that are more "worthy of attention".

"and many more……"

Hector suddenly realized something.

“'Traveler', 'map', 'piece not on the chessboard'.”

Could these keywords point to...?

But just as He was about to reach a conclusion, another "more urgent" thought suddenly popped into His mind:

"The ancient book restoration project on the thirteenth floor seems to have run into a minor problem. I should go check it out..."

The thought arose without warning, yet it seemed so "natural" and so "reasonable," as if it were the very thing He should be most concerned about at that moment.

Hector instinctively prepared to shift his attention, but the next second, he abruptly stopped.

"wrong!"

The sound of the bell suddenly became shrill:
"Why would I suddenly want to care about that insignificant repair project?!"

"That was clearly a routine task that had been arranged long ago, and I didn't need to personally oversee it at all!"

He forcibly pulled his consciousness back to the message from Norsen, staring intently at the word "Walker".

But this time, even more "distracting thoughts" began to emerge:
"It seems the Potions Masters Association of the Central Lands is preparing for another debate. Should I go check it out..."

"Nari seems to be preparing some kind of surprise for her 'baby' again, it's quite interesting..."

"Salcardo's mood has been fluctuating a lot lately, has he run into some trouble...?"

Every idea seemed "reasonable," and every idea was more "interesting" than "investigating Norson's whereabouts."

Hector remained still, and the sound of the bells gradually became more rapid and chaotic.

He finally understood.

"This is not concealment, this is 'cognitive guidance'."

“Any consciousness that tries to ‘pay attention’ to that will be guided in another direction by a higher force.”

"This power..."

His voice became solemn:

"It has already touched the edge of 'concept rewriting'."

"No wonder Salcardo always said he 'couldn't understand' the behavior of that 'nameless man'..."

"Because He wasn't 'hiding' Himself at all."

"He is 'diluting' his 'presence' in the overall perception of the world."

"Make all observers instinctively think that it is more valuable to look at something else than to look at Him."

This realization gave Hector a headache.

"hateful……"

The clown touched the paint on his face, trying to refocus on Northon's message:

"Waiting for the 'traveler' to complete his..."

The thought began to drift away again.

"I really need to go check out the project on the thirteenth floor..."

"No!"

"The debate about the Central Lands is indeed quite interesting..."

"Do not!!"

"Nari's surprise might give me some inspiration..."

"Shut up!!!"

Hector's bells rang out with a piercing crack as He used part of His "absurd" authority to forcefully suppress the emerging distracting thoughts.

Finally, He managed to maintain his attention on the message from Northumbria, but when He looked at the text again…

Norsen has been deleted; the terminal is now blank, with nothing there.

"&%￥@*&!"

Hector couldn't help but make a bunch of witty remarks.

I never imagined that I, who loves playing pranks the most, would one day be the one being pranked.

In the end, after venting his anger, he could only sigh and lower his hand to scratch.

"never mind."

The bells grew tired, and the decorations on the hat drooped.

Even if I see and remember it, what then?

"The scales are balanced again."

………………

Inside the chaotic heart of the fifth layer of the abyss, Ron slowly opened his eyes.

The concentration of magic in the surroundings remained astonishing, and Nari thoughtfully maintained the ring most suitable for his cultivation.

"Is the baby awake?"

A sweet female voice immediately came through, filled with concern: "Is there anything Mommy can do for you?"

"No need, Mom."

Ron stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff body:

"The upcoming training session might cause some... disturbances."

"If you feel unusual energy fluctuations, please don't worry."

He said earnestly, "That was just me trying to break through."

"Good good!"

Nari nodded repeatedly: "Mommy will be outside watching over you, and won't let anyone disturb you!"

"Thank you, Mom."

Ron took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged again.

This time, he was no longer confused.

He knew what he wanted to build and how to begin.

Consciousness sank into the sea of ​​the mind, and that turbulent silver ocean was now as calm as a mirror.

Above the sea, three forces each occupy their own territory:
The starlight was like pillars, orderly and well-organized;
Chaos, like mist, is ever-changing and unpredictable;
Thunder and fire raged like dragons, violent and unrestrained.

"let's start."

Ron's will acted as a conductor's baton, first mobilizing the "mercury magic" within his body that had been compressed tenfold.

These magical properties are like liquid metal—heavy, solid, and full of resilience.

"The first step is to construct the stage framework."

Ron used "Star Power" as the main ingredient.

The meditation technique of "The Star Eater's Whispers" is activated, and the power of distant star regions begins to gather.

Countless beams of light extended from the void, intertwining, building, and supporting each other above the sea of ​​consciousness...

The outline of a huge theater began to appear.

The dome, pillars, audience seating, stage... every structure is made of starlight compressed to the extreme.

They shimmered with a silvery light, both solemn and mysterious.

"The second step is to weave the covering curtain."

Ron channeled the power of chaos.

That profound power emanating from the Chaos Ram's Head flowed out slowly, like an obedient servant.

It transformed into countless black threads, weaving, entwining, and stitching along the framework constructed of starlight...

Layers of sheer curtains began to cover every corner of the theater.

These curtains are more like "filters," capable of altering the observer's perception of reality.

"The third step is to forge the core gate."

Ron summons the power of thunder and fire.

The tyrannical nature of Thunderfire Tyrant, under the suppression of his will, transformed into a torrent of the purest energy.

This torrent was directed to the deepest part of the theater—the back of the stage.

There, it coalesces, compresses, and shapes... a solemn and mysterious gate slowly takes form.

The door was engraved with patterns of intertwined thunder and flame.

That is the symbol of "judgment," the "core principle" of the entire theater.

With the three major structures initially completed, the prototype of the "Silent Theater" has already appeared in the sky above the spiritual sea.

"Fusion!"

Willpower is like a conductor's baton, drawing a resolute arc in the air.

The Starlight Frame, the Chaos Curtain, and the Gate of Thunder and Fire—the three structures—activated simultaneously and began to approach each other.

Everything seemed so perfect.

The order of starlight provides the theater with a solid framework; the ever-changing chaos gives the theater a flexible exterior; the fury of thunder and fire becomes the core of the theater's will...

But just as the "black veil" (chaos) was about to cover the "starlight phantom" (order):

"boom!"

Rejection! A violent, fundamental, and irreconcilable rejection!

The "absurdity" of chaos instinctively attempts to deconstruct the "laws" of the stars, twisting those orderly pillars of light into absurd shapes;

The "order" of the stars frantically rejects the "pollution" of chaos; every pillar of light trembles, resists, and tries to expel those black threads.

The narratives of the two forces clashed fatally.

The starlight seemed to say, "I am eternal, I am unchanging, I am the law governing the universe..."

Chaos roared: "I am changeable, I am fickle, I am the end of all order..."

They're like two actors who speak completely different languages, forced into the same script.

One insisted on performing according to the strict script, while the other demanded improvisation.

The conflict erupted in a fraction of a second.

"wrong!"

Ron's will desperately tried to reconcile this conflict.

"Observe-Conceal-Judgment! Follow the script!"

The fusion speed is too fast!
It's like trying to perform a delicate surgery that takes hours in the instant a lightning bolt strikes.

His will had barely touched the starlight, before it could even guide it to "observe," when chaos surged forth.

He wanted chaos to wait, but the essence of chaos is "unpredictability"—how could it obediently wait for order to complete its work?

As the "arbiter" of the entire circuit, the power of thunder and fire is currently unable to determine which side to support.

Because the conflict between starlight and chaos was too intense, it left no room for "judgment".

It's like a judge facing two criminals who open fire at the same time; before he can even strike the gavel, the courtroom is already reduced to ruins.

"Boom--!"

The mysterious gate (thunder and fire) went out of control due to irreconcilable conflicts.

The terrifying power of thunder and fire was no longer under control, and like an enraged tyrant, it raged wildly in all directions.

It is no longer the "arbiter" but has become the "destroyer".

Thunder tore through the framework of starlight, and flames burned the curtain of chaos.

The entire prototype of the "Silent Theater" suffered a catastrophic collapse at the conceptual level.

"puff--!"

Ron suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The blood had an eerie silver color, mixed with fragments of starlight, remnants of chaos, and scorch marks left by lightning.

His mental state was violently shaken, as if a magnitude 18 earthquake had occurred.

The once calm, mirror-like silver ocean is now churning with towering waves.

The stage of the Silent Theater—that newly formed "advanced radiation field"—is riddled with shocking cracks.

It was like a beautiful piece of porcelain being smashed by a heavy hammer.

Although it is not completely broken, it is already riddled with holes and could collapse completely at any time.

The attempt to build it was a complete failure.

Ron's consciousness was forcibly ejected from his mental sea, and he collapsed to his knees, panting heavily.

Sweat mixed with blood dripped from his forehead and spread on the ground.

"baby!"

Nari's tentacles immediately reached in, his voice filled with panic:
"What's wrong? Mom feels a terrifying energy fluctuation..."

"It's okay, Mom..."

Ron struggled to lift his head and forced a smile: "It's just... my first attempt failed."

His voice was terribly hoarse; every word he uttered sounded like shards of glass being rubbed against his throat.

"fail?"

Nari's tentacles carefully supported him:
"Don't push yourself, baby. If it's too difficult, we can take it slowly..."

"No, Mom."

Ron shook his head: "This kind of failure is inevitable."

He began to review everything that had just happened.

That kind of tearing pain far surpasses any physical torture; it is a trauma on the level of the soul.

But it is precisely in this extreme pain that he can see things more clearly.

“My ‘script’ (circuit) is correct…”

His mind became unusually clear under the stimulation of pain:
“My ‘stage’ (venue) is not wrong either…”

"The mistake was in the 'timing'." (End of Chapter)