Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 61 The Terror of Mental Pollution

Even more terrifying is that as this information pours in, he begins to see some horrific visions.

Something is moving among the stars, so massive it's beyond imagination, so distorted it defies human comprehension.

"He" squirmed, stretched, and devoured every planet and even star it passed by, like a huge black hole, but more... conscious than a black hole.

Ron suddenly realized that the afterimage he was witnessing might be what the traveling wizard who created "The Whispers of the Star Eater" saw.

It was undoubtedly a cosmic horror, an ancient entity beyond human comprehension.

"This is the so-called weight of knowledge. It's so heavy that it's unimaginable. No wonder that traveling wizard went crazy..."

As this thought arose, my thoughts began to become confused and my brain felt as if it was pierced by countless sharp swords.

In fact, he did not look at this existence directly, but only caught a glimpse of a corner of it inadvertently between the gaps between the stars.

But it was just this one glimpse that instantly caused an indescribable fear to sweep over his whole body.

The spirit dissolves, the mind collapses, like an ant trying to comprehend a volcanic eruption, or a drop of water trying to contain the entire ocean.

"My mind is overloaded... I must stop further contact..." The ocean of consciousness kept sending danger alerts to Ron.

The observer hurriedly tried to interrupt his meditation and return to reality, but found that his consciousness had been firmly absorbed by the scene and could not be easily escaped.

The stars began to twinkle at an unhealthy frequency, and the muttering became sharp and piercing, as if countless insects were crawling in his mind.

"No, this is not what I want. I have to control it."

At this critical moment, the effect of artificial star dew suddenly reached its peak.

A thin layer of silver-blue light film formed around his consciousness, like a protective shield, filtering out most of the information that was enough to overwhelm his sanity.

[Artificial Star Dew Effect Activated: Mental Shield]

[Currently resisting external mental shock, protection level: 83%]

With the help of this layer of protection, Ron managed to maintain a clear consciousness.

He clearly realized that if he had not taken the artificial star dew early on, he would probably be deeply polluted by now.

[Experience points of "The Whisper of the Star Eater" +10]

The protective array in the room was still running steadily, the incense had burned out, and a faint fragrance permeated the surrounding air, which was the trace of the dissipation of the artificial star dew energy.

Ron opened his eyes and found that although his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, he was still conscious and not as bad as he had expected.

Mrs. Allen's warning was correct, and the artificial star dew he used cautiously in advance did protect him at the critical moment.

After calming down, Ron discovered that his lip had been bitten due to prolonged tension, and a trace of blood was sliding down the corner of his mouth.

【Warning: Mental pollution detected】

He immediately reached out and picked up the silver pocket watch on the bedside table, and put his consciousness into it, trying to eliminate this abnormal state.

The black gem on the pocket watch immediately lit up and began to absorb the negative state from him.

[Successfully reset negative status: moderate mental pollution, energy -5]

As the pocket watch reset the mental pollution, Ron felt his mind gradually clear up and his thoughts became more organized.

The feeling of being disturbed by countless strange thoughts disappeared, leaving only a faint fatigue.

"It's so dangerous." He whispered to himself, cold sweat still pouring down his back.

Even with Mrs. Allen's warning, he didn't expect that the first meditation of "The Whisper of the Star Eater" would be so thrilling.

However, danger and reward often coexist. My mental strength seemed to have been tempered in a special way by this experience. Just as muscles need to be torn apart to rebuild stronger, the spirit also needs this extreme experience to reach new heights.

[Mental strength has been challenged to its limits! ]

【Spirit: 2.4→2.6】

"If I hadn't prepared the pocket watch and star dew in advance, today... I need to be more cautious next time. This world is really too dangerous."

Ron sighed, feeling grateful.

He opened the window, letting the fresh night air flow into the room, slightly easing the subtle sense of oppression that still lingered in the house.

It was late at night, but his mind was unusually clear.

He knew that this was a normal reaction to the surge in mental strength, and it would take at least a few hours to truly calm down.

"Since I can't sleep, I might as well use this time."

Ron took out his notebook from under the bed, intending to roughly record his experience and feelings of this meditation for future reference.

When he finished recording everything, he felt his mind finally begin to relax and his eyelids gradually became heavy.

In fact, after the pocket watch was reset to its original state, there were still five points of energy left, but the mental burden at this time made him unable to continue training.

Fortunately, the scale on the pocket watch is refreshed at midnight every day. I can do some extra training tomorrow afternoon when I come back from Mrs. Allen's place, so it shouldn't be wasted.

Lying in bed, he recalled the starry sky he saw today, and the feeling of grandeur and terror was still vivid.

"This is the path of the wizard, where the weight of knowledge meets the edge of madness."

With such thoughts in mind, he finally fell asleep.

………………

In the early morning, Ron stood by the window, watching the dawn sunlight dispel the fog over the dark foggy jungle, and the terrifying moment of last night was slightly relieved.

During the short sleep just now, he had a very strange dream.

In his dream, he was wandering in the boundless sea of ​​stars, with unspeakable whispers echoing around him.

Deep in the sea of ​​stars, something was watching him. That gaze was ancient, cold, and chilling.

"Is it an illusion caused by my exhaustion?"

Ron rubbed his eyes. The status displayed on the occupation panel was normal. The pocket watch last night should have reset all his contamination status.

He shook his head. The most important thing now was to master the core principles of "The Whisper of the Star Eater" as soon as possible and prepare for the various challenges that were about to come.

"First, go to Mrs. Allen and report your experience last night, then continue studying."

Ron had a plan in mind.

………………

The herbal medicine shop was quiet and peaceful in the early morning, with a faint herbal aroma filling the air. Mrs. Allen was sorting out yesterday's accounts behind the counter.

"Coming?" She didn't even raise her head, as if she had known Ron was coming.

"Yes, ma'am," Ron replied respectfully, closing the shop door behind him.

Mrs. Allen was already waiting in the store. Her green eyes locked onto Ron the moment he entered, as if she wanted to see through his soul.

"It seems you've already tried it," the old witch pointed out without any greetings. "It was faster than I expected."

(End of this chapter)