Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Yes, timing.

The fusion of starlight and chaos, the intersection of chaos and thunder and fire, the cycle of thunder and fire and starlight...

Each step needs to happen at a specific moment.

Too early; the previous force wasn't ready yet.

It was too late; the latter force had already spiraled out of control.
It must be that incredibly precise "moment".

"It's like..."

Ron recalled a classic case in potions:
"It's like a fusion of 'Dragon's Blood Grass' and 'Frost Flower'."

These two materials, one hot and one cold, are essentially mutually repulsive.

However, if we can achieve this within the window of only 0.03 seconds when the temperature of "Dragon Blood Grass" drops to 92.7 degrees and the activity of "Frost Flower" rises to a specific threshold.

Mix them together to obtain the most precious "temperature difference potion".

If you miss that moment, you'll either end up with a lump of charcoal or a pile of ice.

"I am facing the same problem now."

Ron gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain emanating from his mental sea:

"The fusion can only succeed if the starlight, chaos, and thunder and fire achieve a brief moment of 'conceptual resonance'."

"But at that moment..."

He closed his eyes, trying to recreate the experience in his memory: "It was too brief."

It was so brief that even if he gave it his all, he simply didn't have time to execute that complex "narrative loop".

He was now a pianist, tasked with playing an entire symphony within one second.

In theory, he certainly knew how to play each note, but his finger movement speed simply couldn't keep up with the requirements.

"I need……"

Ron's mind started racing: "I need to predict when that 'moment' will come."

"If I could have known in advance and prepared accordingly..."

He immediately thought of one of his skills—[Timing Prediction (Proficient)].

This skill evolved from the fusion of astrology and time manipulation, and is specifically designed to predict "time nodes".

He used it to predict the enemy's attack timing and the best time to release spells.

But now...

"What I want to predict is neither the enemy nor the outside world."

A glint appeared in Ron's eyes:
"What I want to predict is the moment when I myself—the moment when the concept of resonance is achieved between the stars, chaos, and thunder and fire!"

Once the idea surfaced, it spread like wildfire in his mind.

"The essence of [time-series prediction] is to observe special nodes in the 'time stream'."

"Those moments when 'possibilities' converge, those pivotal moments when 'cause and effect' turn..."

"If I shift my focus of observation from the external world to the internal world..."

Ron's breathing became rapid:

“I can see that at some point in the future, the three forces within me will naturally and briefly achieve a kind of ‘resonance’.”

"That moment was the best window for me to integrate!"

He immediately started trying it.

His consciousness sank back into the sea of ​​consciousness, and this time he did not rush to construct a ethereal body.

Instead, he activated the [Time Sequence Prophecy].

Silver starlight overflowed from his eyes, weaving into a vast "web of prophecy" above the sea of ​​consciousness.

This net only reflects the inherent possibilities.

Ron "saw" it.

In the future timeline, countless "selves" are attempting to merge.

Some of their "selves" tried it after three seconds, and the conflict between starlight and chaos became even more intense.
Some of the "self" tried after seven seconds, and the lightning and fire went out of control prematurely;

Some of these "selves" tried after twelve seconds, but the chaos refused to cooperate...

Countless possibilities of failure flicker like reflections on the web of prophecy.

But amidst these countless failures, he saw a special point in time.

That was... seventeen seconds later.

At that moment, the "order" of starlight will be briefly "loosened" due to some accidental fluctuation;
The "absurdity" of chaos will temporarily "exhaust" due to the aftershocks of the previous failure;
The "rage" of thunder and fire will, under the influence of both, enter a rare period of "calm"...

During that 0.7-second window, the three elements will achieve a fragile but real "resonance".

"Found it!" Ron suddenly looked up.

He began to count down:

"17...16...15..."

But just as he was counting down to "10", a terrifying realization struck him.

"and many more……"

Ron's heart pounded: "Even if I knew when that moment would come, even if I prepared in advance..."

"But it's only 0.7 seconds..."

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness:

"Complete the entire cycle of starlight observation, chaotic occlusion, and lightning judgment within 0.7 seconds..."

"My will simply cannot keep up with such a complex operation!"

As the surgeon in charge of this "hollow surgery," he knew in advance when the "opportunity for surgery" would arrive and prepared all the necessary tools beforehand.

But when that opportunity finally arrived... his hand couldn't move in time.

"7...6...5..." The countdown continues.

That "moment" was drawing ever closer, but Ron was frowning with worry.

He has knowledge, strength, skill, and preparation, but he lacks only the most precious thing: time.

"4...3...2..."

Just as the countdown was about to reach zero.

Ron's gaze fell on his right breast pocket, where a silver pocket watch hung quietly.

The timepiece bestowed upon him by the "Clock King" Erica accompanied him through countless life-or-death crises and served as the medium through which he awakened his "time manipulation" skill.

Although he can now use time-related abilities without a medium, having this pocket watch can still enhance his time-related abilities.

"time!"

"If I don't have enough time!"

"Then let that 'moment' be 'long' enough!"

Ron didn't start immediately, letting this "moment" pass by first.

He knew that if this fusion failed again, the trauma to his spiritual sea might take a long time to heal.

Worse still, repeated failures can leave a "shadow" deep in one's soul.

That kind of self-doubt is far harder to heal than any external injury.

"I need to make sure everything is perfect."

He sat cross-legged in the secret chamber of the chaotic heart, his consciousness completely immersed in his inner self.

………………

Over the next few days, Ron entered a state of near-obsession.

He stopped eating, stopped resting, and even ignored Nari's concerned inquiries.

All my attention was focused on one thing—deduction.

[Time Sequence Prediction (Proficient)] was pushed to its limit by him.

His consciousness, like the most sophisticated astronomical telescope, no longer gazed at the celestial stars, but instead looked down upon the waves deep within his soul.
On the first day, Ron recorded the entire trajectory of the three forces over a period of twenty-four hours.

He discovered that the power of starlight was the most stable, completing a full cycle every seven hours;
The power of chaos is the most elusive, sometimes appearing once every three hours, and sometimes only once every twelve hours;
The power of lightning and fire fluctuates between five and nine hours, depending on his emotional state...

The next day, he began to try to build a mathematical model.

The operational parameters of the three forces are input into the simulation in an attempt to find the pattern of their convergence.

But he soon discovered that this mechanical calculation was completely ineffective.

Because the essence of chaotic power is "anti-rule", the more you try to limit it with formulas, the more it will behave in the exact opposite way.

On the third day, Ron changed his strategy.

Instead of trying to "predict" when the three forces would converge, he began to "listen" to their "rhythm".

This is the wisdom he learned from potions—materials don't speak, but they have their own "frequency".

When you truly listen, you can perceive those unseen rhythms.

On the fourth day, he finally found the key.

“They don’t approach each other on their own initiative… but they resonate with each other.”

"What I'm looking for is that 'moment of resonance'."

On the evening of the fifth day, a dazzling silver light suddenly burst forth from Ron's training room!

The light was so intense that Nari felt an unusual energy fluctuation.

"baby?"

The apostle's tentacles cautiously probed into the secret chamber: "Mom, I feel such a beautiful light... Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Mom..."

His words stopped abruptly.

At this moment, a message suddenly appeared on the job panel:
Breakthrough! Timing Prediction (Proficient 100/100) → Timing Prediction (Master 1/200)

[Characteristic "Predicting Stars" → "Star Trails"]

【Traces of Stars: The ability to predict future possibilities will be qualitatively improved】

It allows for a clearer "insight" into the key event nodes (i.e., "star trails") that connect the "present" with "future possibilities".

This significantly improves prediction accuracy and allows us to understand the core causal chains that lead to a particular future.

With this breakthrough, the world Ron "saw" was completely changed.

In the past, the [time-sequence prediction] could only give him a vague "premonition".

Something "may" happen at a certain time, but the specific causal chain is not clear.

It's like looking at a landscape through frosted glass; you can see the outline, but not the details.

Now, that frosted glass is shattered.

Countless silver "trajectory lines" appeared above his spiritual sea.

Each line represents a "possibility," connecting the "present" and the "future."

He can see the "nodes" between these trajectory lines, those decisive turning points, those crucial moments where cause and effect intersect.

"I see……"

"The future is not a mess; it has its own 'track.'"

"Like the traces left by the movement of stars, they are invisible, yet they truly exist."

He focused this newfound "insight" entirely on the three forces within himself.

"found it……"

Ron's voice trembled slightly: "That 'triad phase'... is right here..."

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Three seconds later!"

Time seemed to freeze.

He could clearly "see" that the perfect intersection was approaching at an unstoppable speed.

"three……"

The starlight began to accelerate, rushing towards its predetermined trajectory;
"two……"

The power of chaos suddenly changed direction, as if it had finally "decided" to cooperate this time;
"one……"

The pulse of lightning and fire power reached its peak and was about to erupt in the next second.

"coming!"

Ron’s “Chronological Prophecy” issues a final warning.

In that critical moment, he activated all preparations simultaneously!
Step 1: [Time Sequence Prediction (Mastery)] Locate the "Narrative Nodes"!
The silver star trails were frozen in his mind, the 0.01-second window precisely marked, like the crosshairs in a sniper's scope.

Step Two: [Time Manipulation] Full Power Activation!
Ron did not attempt to slow the movement of the three forces—that was impossible; he had no way to command the stars to stop spinning.

What he did was something even more ingenious: he forcibly prolonged the subjective time of the "fusion process" itself!

"Slow down!"

The watch face of the pocket watch opened automatically.

[Time Manipulation] is fully deployed, affecting Ron's own "cognitive time flow".

The world has fallen into a strange "stagnation".

That objective 0.01 second was forcibly stretched into a full ten minutes in Ron's subjective perception!

It was an indescribable and strange experience; I could “see” three forces approaching at an extremely slow pace.

Starlight flowed like liquid metal; chaos writhed like viscous tar; thunder and fire leaped like solidified lightning...

Every subtle change and every energy fluctuation is magnified and made infinitely clear.

"Ten minutes...only ten minutes of subjective time..."

Ron gritted his teeth: "We must complete all the operations within this limited time!"

Then, he experienced a pain far worse than his soul being torn apart!

Because the essence of "time manipulation" is not actually slowing down time, but only changing the speed of the "observer's" perception.

However, the total energy released by the three forces within that 0.01 seconds remained unchanged!

This means that Ron must extend the impact of the entire energy burst within the 0.01-second "objective time" within the ten minutes of "subjective time"!
"Aaaaaah—!"

The soul let out a silent roar.

His mind was in turmoil, as if a nuclear bomb had been dropped on him.

The order of starlight was crushing his consciousness, trying to organize all the chaos into a unified pattern;
The absurdity of chaos is eroding the boundaries of his rationality, attempting to decompose all order into meaningless fragments;
The fury of thunder and fire was burning at the core of his emotions, attempting to transform all gentleness into extreme violence...

The torment produced by the simultaneous action of three forces far exceeds that of a simple sum.

They formed a "meat grinder" in Ron's soul, tearing his "self" apart, rebuilding it, and tearing it apart again every second...

"Hold on...we must hold on..."

Ron's will was teetering on the brink of collapse:

"The overload of [Time Manipulation] has begun; the rate of mental energy consumption is dozens of times faster than usual..."

He could feel his vast reserves of mental energy draining away at an alarming rate.

It was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring everything he had.

Ten minutes of subjective time, every second was torture.

Ron knew he couldn't stop.

Because once the time manipulation is interrupted, the stretched "time" will immediately return to normal.

By then, he won't have time to complete the subsequent operations, and the fusion will inevitably fail!
"The third step... construction..."

Ron forced himself to calm down and began the most meticulous operation of his life.

In the extended "time," his will, like the sharpest scalpel, began to "dissect" the structure of the three forces.

He began to "stitch together," using his own will as the needle and the "narrative circuit" as the thread.

“Starlight…you’re in charge of ‘observation’…”

Ron precisely connected the first "thread" to the core node of the starlight phantom—the location symbolizing the "left eye".

This is the "observation point" of the entire theater; everything that enters the stage will first be captured, analyzed, and understood by this "eye"...

"Chaos...you're in charge of 'concealing'..."

The second "thread" was carefully woven into that layer of black gauze.

The veil must be placed within 0.3 seconds after the starlight has completed its "observation"—neither too early (which would interfere with the observation) nor too late (which would miss the opportunity to provide cover)...

“Lei Huo…you’re in charge of the ‘judgment’…”

The third "thread" was guided towards the tightly closed "mysterious door".

The door frame can only begin to harden after the sheer curtains are completely covering it, because the "judgment" only makes sense after the "concealment" is complete...

Every step must be flawless.

Ron's forehead was covered in cold sweat—a sign of excessive mental exertion.

But his operation was flawless.

With the help of [Timing Prediction (Mastery)], he can clearly "see" the best time for each operation.

The "Star Trail" characteristic allowed him to perceive the causal chain connecting the "present" and the "future":
If this thread deviates by 0.01 millimeters, the entire structure will collapse after three seconds;

If that node is activated 0.001 seconds early, the loop will short-circuit on the fifth cycle;

If the door frame cures 0.1% faster, the force of the judgment will become uncontrollable...

Countless "what ifs" flashed through his mind.

He had to avoid all the "traps" and find the one and only correct "path." Time ticked by.

Nine minutes and thirty seconds have already passed in the extended ten-minute subjective time.

Ron's mental energy reserves are almost depleted, and his Time Manipulation may collapse at any moment.

But the final "stitching" is still missing one stitch!
"The last...the very last injection..."

Ron's consciousness was fading, but his will had never been so strong.

He precisely connected the "doorknob" (trigger mechanism) of the Gate of Thunder and Fire to the "end fiber" (termination signal) of the Chaos Veil.

Once the sheer curtains are fully covering the door, the door handle will turn automatically.
When the doorknob is turned, the door will open;
When the doors open, the judgment will be delivered;

Once the ruling is complete, the entire cycle will restart, and the starlight will begin "observation" again...

“Observation-Cover-Judgment-Observation-Cover-Judgment…”

A self-reinforcing, never-ending narrative loop!
"It's done—!"

The moment the last needle fell, Ron's [Time Manipulation] completely collapsed.

But in that 0.01 seconds... the fusion was already complete!

"It's a success...it's really a success..."

In fact, Ron was mentally prepared for the unprecedented predicament he was facing.

The reason I was able to achieve such a difficult breakthrough was precisely because of a unique "advantage": the [Profession Panel].

While other wizards also experienced the same pain when breaking through to the Dark Sun level, the difficulty was far less than his.

Because their power largely comes from a single system.

Their nascent forms often only need to integrate one or two core powers.

Just like building a single-story building, although it requires skill, it is ultimately just a two-dimensional job.

Ron is different; because of his [Profession Panel], he has integrated the power of too many different systems:

The power of stars brought by "The Star Eater's Whispers"; the abyssal chaos brought by the Chaos Ram's Bloodline; the elemental frenzy brought by the Thunderfire Tyrant Bloodline;

In addition, the combined characteristics of multiple professions such as Astrologer, Demon Hunter, Potions Professor, and Historian...

"What I built was not a single-story building..."

Ron mocked himself inwardly:
"What I built is a three-dimensional, multi-layered, nested galactic warship, with each layer having different rules."

This level of complexity is unimaginable to other wizards.

They only need to coordinate the different branches within the "order";

Ron needs to reconcile the three fundamentally opposing concepts of "order," "chaos," and "destruction"!

"But that's precisely why..."

He gazed at the nascent "Silent Theater" within his mental landscape, his heart filled with boundless anticipation:

"My illusory body will possess composite properties far exceeding those of ordinary people!"

Other Dark Sun-level wizards' ethereal remains often possess only a single core ability:
Manipulating starlight, distorting space, summoning elements, strengthening the body...

Ron's [Unnamed Void Remains], however, possesses a triple core:
[Observation] - Perceive, analyze, and understand the essence of the target through the power of starlight;

【Covering】—Using the power of chaos to interfere with, distort, and reconstruct others' perception of reality;
[Judgment]—Through the power of thunder and fire, a judgment is executed, enforced, and implemented to fulfill one's will...

"Three times the complexity yields three times the potential..."

Ron pondered, "Perhaps even more."

"Because the effect produced by combining these three abilities is far more than a simple addition of one plus one plus one..."

"If I could use the three abilities of the [Emerging Void Form] freely..."

His heart raced: "Then I will have an overwhelming advantage in combat and research!"

"Observe weaknesses, obscure perception, decide the outcome... everything will become a 'script' with a pre-written ending!"

As thoughts shifted, energy began to change anew.

Starlight, chaos, and thunder—three forces that were originally independent of each other actively converged.

They no longer conflict, no longer exclude each other.

Because the "narrative loop" has already defined their respective "roles" and "lines".

They finally realized that only through cooperation could this "drama" continue.

The nascent form of the ethereal skeleton begins to condense.

Ron could sense that something vast and abstract was slowly awakening in the deepest part of his soul.

It was a humanoid phantom, tall, majestic, and mysterious...

[Main Body] rises slowly.

It is an outline formed by flowing, deep starlight, resembling both a solid object and a projection.

The light of countless stars flows within it, converging to form "muscles" and "bones".

Every ray of starlight carries the essence of "observation"; they yearn to understand and record, to transform the unknown into the known.

However, this "body" does not have a fixed form.

It changes constantly depending on the observer's perspective:

Sometimes they appear as tall as giants, and sometimes as thin as ghosts;
Sometimes it wears starlight armor, and sometimes it's just a blurry outline...

Just like "observation" itself—different observers yield different results.

[Covering] Begins to take shape.

Above this body made of starlight, there are no facial features in the head position.

It has no eyes, no nose, no mouth, and even the specific shape of its head is unclear.

Instead, there is a constantly changing, never-ending black veil.

This light gauze is like a living thing, woven from countless chaotic threads as fine as hair.

Every thread is twisting, wriggling, and changing shape:
Sometimes it coalesces into eerie mask patterns, and sometimes it disperses into an invisible mist;

Sometimes it displays a half-smile, sometimes a complete blank...

This is the materialization of "concealment"—you can never see its true face because its essence is "refusing to be defined."

The most crucial core is located in the chest.

At the very center of the starlight's body, a solemn and mysterious door slowly appeared.

This door is formed by a mixture of lightning and starlight:

The door frame is made of silvery-white starlight, symbolizing "order" and "rules";
The door itself is forged from dark gold lightning, symbolizing "judgment" and "end";
What peeks through the crack in the door is an unfathomable, chaotic darkness, symbolizing the "unknown" and the "possible"...

The door was closed, but it was not an inanimate object.

It is slowly "breathing," and with each "inhale," the door opens slightly to draw in surrounding information and energy (observation).
With each exhale, the door gap closes tightly, releasing a distorted mist (camouflage).

At a certain special moment, the doors will open completely, unleashing thunder and flames (judgment)...

This is the "logical framework" of Ron's power.

Inside the door lies chaos—all possibilities, all changes, all absurdity;

The door frame represents order—the observation of the stars, the judgment of thunder and fire, and the laws that maintain the entire structure.

When the door is closed, chaos is contained within, and order maintains external stability.
When the gate opens, chaos will be released under the guidance of order, like a precisely controlled nuclear explosion...

As Ron carefully examined the door, he suddenly discovered that it was operable.

"Can the door be hidden?"

With a thought, the solemn door began to slowly "sink" into the depths of the starlight's body.

Like a giant beast diving from the water, the outline of the door became increasingly blurred, eventually disappearing completely at chest level.

Only a pure, starlit surface remains, as if the door had never existed.

No, it didn't disappear.

Ron could sense that the door was still there, but it was in a "dormant" state.

Like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath, it is not visible most of the time, but it can be drawn instantly at the crucial moment!

What made his heart race even faster was that he vaguely sensed that if he pushed it with all his might, the door could be opened completely.

It's not that kind of "slightly open" breathing state, it's a truly unreserved [full opening]!
But if that's the case...

An instinctive warning came from the depths of his soul, sending a chill down Ron's spine.

He "saw" that possibility:
When the door is fully open, all the chaos, all the thunder and fire, and all the destructive power will pour out!

That would be a terrifying power far beyond his current level, enough to destroy any enemy.
But the cost is equally terrible.

"Burning the very essence of the soul and overdrawing life's potential may even lead to the collapse of the ethereal body."

Ron gritted his teeth: "This is a real 'life-or-death' tactic, only to be used in the most desperate moments."

"and"

He could sense that even if he successfully opened the door with his current abilities, he wouldn't be able to maintain it for long.

"When I truly become a great wizard, when the Void Remains mature."

"At that time, this door was no longer the price of 'risking my life,' but my true 'trump card'!"

As his thoughts raced, his gaze moved upwards, landing on the top of the nascent ethereal form's head.

There was a crown prototype that was "not yet formed".

It floats directly above the sheer veil, like a projection of some abstract concept.

Ron can "see" the basic outline of the crown:

Seven sharp, spike-like columns are arranged in a ring.
The top of each crown column should be inlaid with some kind of "gem";
At the very center of the circle, there should be a core "main stone".
But now, all of this is just a "phantom".

The structure of the crown was faintly visible, as if it were shrouded in thick fog;
The material of the coronal column is translucent, as if it might dissipate at any moment;

The "gems" that should be there are currently just empty slots, waiting to be filled.
"This is."

Ron held his breath: "A tangible indicator of the perfection of the ethereal body?"

He understood instinctively.

This "Empty Crown" represents how far he is from becoming a "Complete Void Remains".

Each time his magical compression increases, each time his radiation field advances, each time his control over power becomes more refined...
The crown will become more solid, and the empty slots will gradually be filled with "gems".

And when all seven gems are in place, when the central "main stone" shines, when the crown transforms from a "phantom" into a "solid" object.
"That will be the day I ascend to the rank of Grand Wizard!"

He then focused his attention on the door to his chest that had been hidden away.

"Crown and door."

“One symbolizes the ‘completeness’ of the void, and the other symbolizes the ‘liberation’ of power.”

"Once the crown is fully formed, I will be free to open that door without paying any price!"

This realization ignited a raging fire in Ron's heart.

He understood his next stage of cultivation goals:
I must gradually solidify the crown and stabilize the door step by step.

When both reach a perfect state, his ethereal form will transform from a "prototype" into a "complete form"!
"And one more thing"

Ron suddenly realized that he could “adjust” the appearance of the nascent undead.

This discovery surprised him a little.

As his thoughts shifted, the humanoid phantom that was originally similar in size to him began to change:
It can grow tall and mighty, like a Titan;

It can also become slender and elongated, like an elven ranger;

It can even transform into a female form, with beautiful curves and a graceful figure.
“The essence of the illusory body is my ‘materialized projection of will’.”

Ron pondered:
“Since it’s a ‘projection,’ its appearance can naturally be adjusted at will.”

"Just like actors can change costumes, makeup, and even cross-dress."

"As long as the core 'logic' remains unchanged, the surface 'form' can be switched freely!"

This flexibility allows him to have more tactical options:

When facing physical enemies, it can take on a heavy armor form;
When facing spell-based opponents, you can switch to the nimble robes form;
They can even disguise themselves as a completely different gender and body type when they need to lie in wait.
"but."

Ron restored the nascent form to its default state—a humanoid similar in size to himself, with a veil over his face and a crown suspended above his head.

"This is the most 'real' me."

"Other forms are just 'disguises' for tactical purposes."

He gazed at the figure that stood quietly deep within his soul.

A body made of starlight, a veil woven from chaos, a door hidden in the chest, and a crown that appears and disappears.
This is his [Unnamed Void Remains] – a unique existence containing infinite possibilities!

Congratulations! You have successfully integrated the three core elements!

The prototype of the ethereal body has been successfully constructed!

[You have officially broken through—welcome to the Dark Sun class!]

At that very moment, as the [Profession Panel] acknowledged his abilities, light surged into Ron's soul like a tidal wave.

That is the ultimate reward of "blessing"—when a wizard accomplishes such a difficult breakthrough, the collective consciousness of the entire civilization will celebrate for him!
Ron slowly opened his eyes.

The world has changed.

In his eyes, everything is no longer simply "matter" or "energy".

The walls of the chaotic heart—he can “see” the narrative within them that “desires to be shaped”;

The structure of Nari Palace—he could “perceive” the paradoxical beauty of “order within chaos”;

He can even "listen" to the individual "stories" of the magical particles in the air...

"This is the world of the Dark Sun class..."

Ron murmured, "It's no longer just about 'seeing' and 'hearing,' but also about 'understanding' and 'conversing.'"

He stood up and stretched.

Although he was extremely mentally exhausted, the existence of the nascent form of his soul deep within him gave him an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

"Mother."

His voice came from the secret room.

"baby!"

The apostle's tentacles immediately surged in, his voice full of concern: "You're finally awake! Your mother was so worried!"

"Don't worry, Mom."

Ron gave a gentle smile: "I'm fine, better than ever."

Nari’s “eyes” (some kind of sensory organ) scrutinized him closely.

A moment later, she let out a surprised cry:

"Baby! You've become so much stronger! So much stronger!"

"Mom can sense that you have a... very special aura!"

"Just like...just like the feeling of those great wizards!"

Ron nodded.

The Dark Sun level is already considered a "reserve" for a Grand Wizard.

Although he is still some distance from becoming a true great wizard, he has already made a qualitative leap in essence.

"Mom, I need to continue my training for a while longer."

Ron said seriously:

"Ten times compression is just the minimum standard. My goal is to achieve at least fifteen times compression in the remaining time, and preferably twenty times."

"and……"

"My illusory form is still very rough and needs to be constantly polished and improved."

"The structure of the 'Silent Theater' is only in its initial stages; its 'structuralization' and 'consciousness' are far from complete..."

"Good good!"

Nari nodded repeatedly: "Baby, you can cultivate for as long as you want! Mommy will always protect you!"

"but……"

She said with some concern, "Sweetie, remember to rest too, don't overwork yourself."

"I will, Mom."

Ron gently stroked the tentacle: "Although this breakthrough was successful, I also saw my own limits."

"I will be more careful and proceed step by step in my future cultivation."

"and……"

His eyes were full of anticipation: "I want to wait until the benefits of this 'favor' are fully realized."

"The reaction that Narrative Potions has generated in the outside world has brought me recognition at the level of civilization."

"This recognition will continue to provide feedback for a long time to come, becoming the best help for me to compress magic and perfect the Void Body."

"Once this windfall is completely exhausted..."

Ron's voice was firm: "I will emerge from seclusion then."

He sat down cross-legged again, ready to begin a new round of cultivation.

The Dark Sun class is just a new beginning.

The road ahead is long and there are many challenges ahead.

But at this moment, he already possessed the means to face anything.

A figure draped in a black veil stands silently deep within the soul.

That tightly closed "mysterious door" awaits the arrival of a certain moment.

Waiting for the day the door opens, the moment when the "narrative" is finally completed;
We await the moment when Ron truly stands at the pinnacle of this world... and that day is not far off. (End of Chapter)