Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Ron didn't answer.

He just stared intently at the red hook, his brain working frantically.

This treasure caused the situation to take a sharp turn for the worse.

The intelligence never mentioned that Alex had such a trump card, which was obviously a temporary "insurance" added by the Heart Clan.

Without this amulet, the other party would be crippled, if not dead.

But now, the talisman moves freely within the opponent's body, making it almost impossible to destroy it precisely.

The already extremely high regeneration speed is further enhanced, meaning that conventional damage is completely ineffective.

There's also the "Reasonable Retention" effect, which allows Alex to maintain tactical thinking even in his most berserk state.

"Trouble"

Ron thought to himself.

His mental strength is still recovering, but it will take at least twenty seconds before he can fight at full strength again.

And Alex has already begun his accelerated advance!
The four blood-red tentacles lashed wildly in the air, tearing through the air currents, and each swing left a deep trench in the ground.

With all four arms outstretched, the twelve sharp claws reflected a chilling light in the moonlight, like the scythe of death reaping lives.

Ron could clearly feel the pressure in the air rising rapidly.

The distance is getting closer.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...

At this critical moment, Ron suddenly pulled his left hand out.

"Carlos, Laira, Fenrir!"

He felt that his current gesture must look a lot like throwing a Poké Ball.
"come out!"

Three silver beams tore through the void, accompanied by eerie dog barks that echoed throughout the hall!
"Awooo—!!!"

[Carlos] was the first to solidify.

This elite hunting dog, its entire body composed of silvery-white light, had a rational blue flame burning in its eyes.

It is the "commander" of the three-headed hounds, responsible for coordination and command.

The moment it appeared, the flow of time around it began to fluctuate subtly, and countless "time vortexes" formed in the air.

【Laila】followed closely behind.

Her body was relatively slender, and her fur shimmered with a mesmerizing luster like flowing mercury.

With each breath, a mist that distorts reality is released.

The mist quickly spread throughout the hall, creating dozens of illusions of "Ron" and countless phantoms of "Alex".

This makes it difficult for the enemy to distinguish between real and fake targets, and completely disrupts the positioning system.

Fenrir will finally arrive.

This largest hunting dog was covered in fiery red scales.

It represents "time standstill," and the force field emanating from it forces everything within its range into a "slow" state.

The air became thick like honey, and even the spread of light slowed down.

Twenty years ago, in order to defeat them, I went to great lengths, using Nari's chaotic power, Azalea's dragon soul pressure, and all the trump cards I had accumulated.

Each hound was once a guardian in the Mirror Kingdom, treated as a boss, and the process of taming it was so difficult that it almost exhausted him.

The three dogs that followed did indeed play a crucial role, buying him time to break through the impasse in the face of the "fake Nari" during the Golden Ring assessment.

But now...

The projection of a three-headed Dark Sun-class elite hound faced Alex, who had already entered the third stage of transformation and received the blessing of [Red Hook].

Their only remaining function is...

"It would be good enough if it could even act as a speed bump."

The word suddenly popped into Ron's mind.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Alex had already run into a pack of hounds!
"Where did this little dog come from? Get out of my way!"

His roar was like thunder.

The four tentacles transformed into wildly lashing steel whips, fiercely striking Fenrir, who was the first to charge forward!
"boom!"

Sparks flew as the tentacles collided with the scales!
Fenrir's massive body staggered backward from the blow, and it immediately opened its mouth and spewed out a cloud of solidified time breath!
The breath had an eerie silvery-gray hue, and the flow of time slowed down wherever it touched—Alex's movements slowed down by a full ten percent for a short period of time.

However, this "one-tenth" slowdown is almost negligible in the face of the overwhelming gap.

Alex sneered, his four arms imbued with corrosive magic, and he swung them around simultaneously!
Twelve claw shadows tore through space, ripping Fenrir's breath into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed to Fenrir's side like a ghost, and he exerted force with both arms on his right side at the same time.

"Rip—!!!"

The claws pierced deep into Fenrir's abdomen, then suddenly ripped it apart!
Fragments of light and shadow gushed forth like a waterfall, and Fenrir's mournful howl echoed throughout the hall!
This powerful hound, which had given Ron, a Moon-level cultivator, a real headache, was now being torn apart like a rag doll!
"Only three rounds..."

Ron's pupils contracted.

He clearly saw that from the moment Alex charged into the encirclement to the moment Fenrir was severely wounded, the entire process lasted only a few seconds.

This explosive power is far more exaggerated than the simulated "fake Nari" in the Golden Ring assessment!
Of course, this is understandable.

After all, the assessment at that time was a trial designed for the Moon-level.

Even though Nari's rank is extremely high, he still has to suppress his power to a certain level.

But the current Alex is the genuine strongest Earl, and he's unleashing his full power in his three-stage transformation state!
despite this……

"Although it can only function as a speed bump, it is still a high-grade speed bump."

Carlos and Laila lunged at each other simultaneously!
Carlos constructed countless miniature time vortexes.

While those vortexes couldn't trap Alex, they could interfere with his spatial perception, causing slight deviations in his every advance;
Laila then created even more illusions, with hundreds of "Ron"s running rampant in the hall, while hundreds of phantoms of "Alex" appeared at the same time.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake; reality and illusion are intertwined.

This level of interference still couldn't truly stop Alex.

But they gained valuable breathing space.

Ron took a deep breath, feeling his mental energy gradually recovering within him.

60%...65%...70%...

Alex had completely pushed Fenrir away and was charging towards him!
"boom--!!!"

The speed of the three forms was so fast that after leaving a spiderweb-shaped crack in its original position, it appeared in front of Ron in the next instant!
With all four arms swinging simultaneously, twelve claw shadows attacked from all directions.

This attack was unavoidable!
Deep within Ron's pupils, starlight surged to its peak!
The Silent Theater unfolds once more!
He no longer sought to "deconstruct" the structure of the attack, as that would require a great deal of mental energy.

Now, all he needs to do is maintain the basic existence of the domain and weaken the magical infusion contained in each attack.

This reduces the space-tearing claw attack to a normal physical attack.
Let the tentacles, imbued with a destructive will, lash out, stripping away their ability to erode at the soul level;
The actual power of each strike is forcibly suppressed!
Meanwhile, the Starlight Observer is operating at full capacity!
Countless silver "trajectories" appeared in his eyes:
The first claw strike arrives in 0.3 seconds, targeting the heart, at a slightly right angle—a 12-centimeter sidestep will allow you to avoid it;
The second claw strike arrives in 0.35 seconds, targeting the throat, at an angle slightly to the left—a head tilted 8 centimeters down can avoid it;
The third claw shadow...

The fourth way...

fifth way...

The trajectory, timing, and intensity of all attacks are revealed in the "prophecy"!
But even so.

"Still can't keep up!"

Ron gritted his teeth.

His brain can "see" all attacks, and [Starlight Observer] provides a perfect evasion plan.

The problem is that his physical abilities can't keep up with his mental reaction speed!
Alex's attack speed after his third transformation was so fast that even if Ron anticipated it, his body still couldn't move along the optimal trajectory!
It's like a race car driver who knows there's a curve ahead, but is too fast to turn in time.

As a result, although he avoided fatal injuries, he still suffered abrasions, cuts, and bruises...

"Since my body can't keep up, then I'll have to use that."

He took a deep breath and activated his most powerful skill.

—[Local Time Speed-Up]!
This skill stems from his profound understanding of the "essence of time," and it's an advanced technique that only begins to be used in the later stages of the Moonlit level.

Unlike "global time manipulation", local acceleration only affects a certain part or specific area of ​​the caster.

It consumes relatively little energy, but the effects are equally amazing.

Ron chose to accelerate his "nerve reaction speed" and "muscle contraction speed".

Under his conscious control, the speed of nerve signal transmission increased dramatically;

The contraction and relaxation frequencies of muscle fibers increase synchronously;

When the brain issues an "evasion" command, the body executes it several times faster than before.

The effect is immediate.

As the next claw shadow came, Ron almost instantly turned to the side;
The tentacles lashed out immediately, and he managed a backflip at the last second;
He evaded three consecutive, intersecting attacks with a fluid spin, his body finally catching up with his mind!
However, the cost of this capability is equally enormous.

Ron could clearly feel that the magic power in his body was being consumed at an alarming rate.

Maintaining localized time acceleration depletes 1% of his mana reserves every second!
What's even more critical is that this kind of operation places an extremely heavy burden on mental energy.

It's equivalent to simultaneously controlling two different "time flows": one is the normal external environment, and the other is the accelerated self.

"It won't last much longer..."

Ron silently calculated in his mind:
"In my current state, I can only last for a few dozen rounds at most."

"At that point, either the battle will end, or..."

He didn't continue thinking about it.

Alex's offensive intensified!
"Good! Keep dodging!!!"

The marquis-level vampire's four-lobed mouthparts opened and closed wildly, emitting excited roars:
"You were hiding this trick all along—time acceleration?! No wonder you were able to dodge my combo!"

"But……"

His attack frequency increased again:
"How long can you last?! A minute? Thirty seconds?! Or only ten seconds?!"

"Let me see where your limits are!!!"

Alex has completely entered a battle maniac state.

He stopped thinking about tactics and stopped worrying about the cost; he simply enjoyed the exhilarating battle!
The four arms lashed out like a storm, and the twelve claw shadows multiplied into dozens, even hundreds!
The tentacles also joined the attack sequence, their wildly swirling whips blocking all escape routes!
The entire hall trembled under the terrifying onslaught; the walls began to crack, and rubble rained down from the ceiling!
In this storm of attacks, Ron was like a small boat, on the verge of capsizing at any moment!
But at this critical moment of life and death, he suddenly smiled.

"Lord Alex..."

Ron spoke as he dodged.

Amplified by the [Silent Theater], the sound was clearly transmitted to the other party's ears:
"You know what? I've been thinking about something for the past few minutes."

"Shut up! Why waste time talking during a fight!"

Alex roared, but once again his claws missed.

"I'm thinking……"

Ron sidestepped the lash of the tentacles, his tone as calm as if he were discussing what to eat for breakfast the next morning.
"Is your relentless attack really because you have an 'advantage'?"

"Or is it because..."

He suddenly accelerated, weaving through the gaps in Alex's attacks.

The dagger made a shallow cut on the opponent's left arm.
Are you hiding some kind of fear?

"What?!"

Alex paused for a moment.

It was this momentary lapse in concentration that gave Ron the opportunity to deliver another blow to his right rib.

The wound was still very shallow, less than a centimeter deep, and it healed completely in no time.

But the dark green contaminant had already seeped into the bloodstream through the wound.

"You are afraid..."

Ron's voice grew even colder:
"I'm afraid I might be able to use my 'implosion' technique a second time."

"So you chose to take the initiative and use your ferocious offensive to force me to defend, leaving me no chance to use the skill that requires precise control."

"Right?"

Alex’s four-lobed mouthparts suddenly tightened.

Damn...

This wizard saw right through it!
"Stop talking nonsense!!!"

He roared, and his attacks became even more ferocious!
But Ron's taunts had only just begun.

"and……"

Another slash cut across Alex's back:
"You need the [Red Hook] to stay sane, right?"

"A mad dog that can't even control its own mind dares to call itself a 'marquis'?"

"Shut up!!!"

"Tsk tsk..."

Ron shook his head, his tone full of sarcasm:
"The Grand Duke doesn't even trust your brain, so he can only use props to forcefully maintain the status quo."

"What does this mean? It means that you are essentially a..."

He paused for a moment, then said, slowly and deliberately:
"A defective product that fails to meet standards."

"I kill you!!!"

Alex was absolutely furious!
Reason? Tactics? Throw them all to the back of your mind!
All he wanted to do now was tear this despicable wizard in front of him to shreds!
Four arms and four tentacles, all attacking with full force!
The speed and power of his attacks were pushed to the extreme, making him like a war machine out of control!
However, this is exactly what Ron wants.

An angry enemy is easier to predict.

An attack driven by irrationality is full of flaws.

In the midst of this storm of attacks, Ron, like a seasoned bullfighter, constantly dodged, dodged, and weaved through...

With each dodge, he "conveniently" left a shallow wound on Alex's body with his dagger.

Left arm, one knife;
Right leg, one cut;
One cut to the back;
A cut on the side of the waist...

The wounds were very shallow, each less than a centimeter deep, and they healed instantly.

For Alex, who has the [Red Hook] buff, this level of damage is negligible.

He didn't even care.

Or rather, he completely disregarded these "tickling" attacks.

In his view, Ron had run out of ideas.

That terrifying ability to "implode" oneself obviously cannot be used continuously.

This wizard can only barely dodge by accelerating time, and his occasional counterattacks only cause minor, insignificant injuries...

Victory is within reach!
"Hold on a little longer."

Alex was overjoyed:
"Wait until his magic is exhausted and his mental strength collapses..."

"That will be the time when I completely defeat him!"

He was completely unaware that Ron's gaze was growing increasingly calm.

There was no panic in those deep eyes, only a calm confidence.

Like a chess player watching his opponent fall into a trap step by step.

"Seventeen cuts..."

Ron counted silently.

Although the other party's strong physical condition was desperately trying to reject the foreign substance, the speed of rejection could not keep up with the speed of injection.

The starlight in the depths of his pupils flickered once more.

【Starlight Observer】, in conjunction with 【Chronological Prophecy】, can fully “observe” Alex’s physical condition.

He clearly "saw":
The red hook amulet was vibrating at an alarming frequency.

The crimson runes flowed like living things, constantly releasing energy fluctuations to the surroundings.

These fluctuations are forcibly accelerating Alex's blood circulation!
This is how the [Red Hook] works:
By accelerating blood circulation, the efficiency of magic circulation within the body is enhanced, thereby achieving "rapid regeneration" and "maintaining sanity"!
On the surface, this appears to be a perfect increase.

but……

"These pollutants are also transmitted through blood..."

Ron waited silently.
"Accelerating blood circulation is equivalent to accelerating the spread of pollutants throughout the body!"

"Your precious amulet is helping me deliver poison to every corner of your body!"

This is the most fatal contradiction.

The core function of the [Red Hook] has become Alex's biggest weakness!
"almost……"

Just then, Ron suddenly "made a mistake".

He was a full half-beat slower in dodging.

Alex's claws struck his left shoulder hard!
"puff--!"

Blood splatters!

Ron was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall!
"Boom!"

The walls were cracked, and loose stones were falling everywhere.

He slowly slid to the ground, the wound on his left shoulder was shocking.

The skin and flesh were rolled up, and the white bones inside were clearly visible.

“Ha…hahahahaha!!!”

Alex's four-lobed mouth opened to its limit, and he let out a wild, ecstatic laugh:

"Finally! I finally hit you!!"

"How does it feel to be hit by my full-force attack?!"

He strode forward, his words carrying the composure of a victor:

"Where's your 'time acceleration' thing? Why aren't you using it anymore?"

"Is it that the magic power has been exhausted? Or has the mental strength collapsed?"

Ron struggled to stand up, but his body was trembling violently.

His face was terribly pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn..."

His voice was weak and trembling:
"My mental strength... is still not fully recovered..."

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, trying to lift himself up.

But his arms were trembling, and he could only manage to sit up with difficulty, leaning against the wall and panting heavily.

"That's it! That's the expression!" Alex trembled with excitement.
"I love watching the expressions on the faces of geniuses when they fall from grace!"

"That kind of shock, 'How could I possibly lose when I'm so strong!'"

"That kind of unwillingness to die here, thinking, 'I still have a future, I still have dreams!'"

"besides……"

He stopped three meters in front of Ron, looking down at him condescendingly:
"That kind of 'please let me go, I'm willing to pay any price' humility!"

"Come on, beg me!"

"Let me see how this genius wizard, whom the Grand Duke fears, kneels down and begs for mercy!"

Ron lowered his head, his shoulders trembling.

Alex was even more excited.

He had already begun planning the next steps of his "harvest" in his mind:
First, break all four of the wizard's limbs to make him a "human stick"—this way, you can ensure that the other party cannot resist, but will not die immediately.
Then they slowly drain his blood to make him into a "dried human"—in the blood magic of vampires, the blood of a wizard is an excellent material;
Finally, this "work of art" was taken back and handed over to the Grand Duke.

He accomplished his mission (after all, he didn't "kill" anyone, only "severely injured them to the point of near death"), and also satisfied his sadistic desires... Perfect!
"I will make you live a life of suffering."

Alex licked his mouthparts:
"At least, live until we squeeze every last bit of value out of you."

He raised his two right arms, the sharp claws gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

The next second, he was about to rush up and tear this despicable wizard to pieces!

But at that very moment, Ron, who was leaning against the wall in "despair," suddenly shrugged and chuckled.

He raised his face:

"Just kidding! It's too hard to hold back laughter."

Ron said lightly, his tone full of mockery.

Before he finished speaking, he sprang up from the ground like a spring!

Just now, at the moment the attack hit, the phantom of [Dark Threshold] briefly overlapped with his body. It was the protective mechanism that the nascent ethereal body deployed at the fastest speed.

That claw strike looked like it completely tore through the flesh, but in reality, most of the impact was absorbed by the "frame" of the Void Remains.

The real injury was just a superficial wound.

More importantly, during that brief contact when he was "hit" by the claws, Ron completed his last and most crucial injection of contaminants.

As his dagger grazed Alex's arm, it precisely injected all the remaining contaminants in one go!
Alex froze.

His mind went blank for a moment, and he was completely unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Was that "dying" wizard just now faking it?!
But the blood, the pale face, the trembling body…

and many more.

Alex suddenly realized a more serious problem.

He instinctively looked at his right arm, where Ron had just slashed him.

Based on the amplification effect of the [Red Hook], a wound of this severity should heal "instantly".

But the wound is still there.

Although it is healing slowly, the pace has noticeably slowed down.

It changed from "instantly" to "three seconds".

This is not right!
Alex stared wide-eyed at the wound.

The edges of the wound showed an eerie grayish-white color, like rotting flesh.

Those are traces of erosion caused by pollutants!
"So this was your plan... But I still have the [Red Hook]!"

Alex frantically activated the [Red Hook].

Sensing its owner's will, the amulet inside the chest cavity caused the gemstone's brilliance to surge to its peak!
The speed of blood circulation increased again, and the heart rate reached an alarming level.

The regeneration rate increased again, and the wound on the right arm began to heal rapidly, with the grayish-white necrotic tissue being replaced by new flesh and blood.

However, the pollutants are also spreading at an accelerated pace!
It's like pouring poison down a drain; the faster the water flows, the faster the poison spreads.

The forced acceleration of blood circulation, indicated by the red hook, becomes the best "transportation channel" for pollutants.

Those chaotic, enhanced pollutants are spreading from my right arm to my entire body at an alarming rate:

It rushes along the blood vessels to the heart;

Pumped from the heart, it flows to the brain, internal organs, limbs...

With each heartbeat, more pollutants are sent to farther places!
Alex could clearly feel a sense of weakness he had never experienced before spreading.

This is the decline of bloodline, the loss of transcendence, and the fall from "the immortal" to "mortal".

"You...what did you do?!"

Alex's four-lobed mouthparts kept opening and closing:

"My body, why...why is this happening to me?!"

Ron straightened his slightly disheveled collar: "You finally figured it out?"

"Not easy."

He stepped forward slowly:
"I thought you would have noticed sooner."

"After all, I've been injecting contaminants into your body since the first incision."

"you……"

Alex wanted to refute something, but the words wouldn't come out.

Because he could sense that what Ron said was true.

Those seemingly insignificant little wounds, those tickling attacks he completely ignored... every single one of them was like injecting poison!
"Damn it, my [Red Hook]..."

Alex's claws groped all over his body.

"You're right."

Ron nodded:
"【Red Hook】is indeed helping you detoxify and accelerate regeneration."

"The problem is..."

His smile grew even more sarcastic:

"That amulet accelerated your blood circulation, right?"

"The faster the blood flows, the faster the contaminants I inject will spread."

"You think you're healing quickly."

Ron snapped his fingers:
"In fact, you are accelerating your own death."

These words struck Alex like a thunderbolt.

"you……"

He wanted to say something, but only a hoarse, breathy sound came out of his throat.

My body is starting to feel "heavy".

Even with the same amount of muscle and bone density, the whole body feels like it has been subjected to ten times the gravity.

This is a sign of declining blood purity.

Ron, watching Alex's increasingly contorted expression, continued unhurriedly:
"I had two divinations done before you came."

"For the first time, I drew the [Death (Upright)].

Do you know what this card means?

Alex did not answer; he no longer had the energy to think about such things.

All my energy was focused on fighting the growing feeling of weakness.

"Many people believe that the Death card represents 'death' and 'the end'..."

Ron shook his head:
"But that's just the most superficial interpretation."

"On a deeper level, the Death card represents..."

He looked at Alex:

"The end of the old things, the birth of the new."

"It doesn't mean I will die, nor does it mean you will die."

"It refers to..."

Ron stopped in front of Alex:
"Your 'immortality' will lead to death."

"The regenerative ability that vampires are so proud of, that immortality attribute that is considered 'eternal'..."

"Faced with pollutants..."

He spoke each word:
"No difference between them and ordinary people."

"Do not……"

Alex shook his head, his four-lobed mouthparts trembling violently.

He wanted to deny it, to refute it, to prove that it was all an illusion.

But the body's reaction is so real.

"Do you still want to try?"

Ron tilted his head:

"Come on, keep attacking me."

"Let me see how much fighting power a marquis who has lost his immortality has left."

These words were like the last straw, causing Alex's sanity to completely collapse!

“Ahhhhhh——!!!”

He let out a heart-wrenching roar!

The tentacles suddenly sprang up, like the last struggle of a dying snake, and lashed out at Ron!
However, his opponent had already fully recovered during this "conversation" period.

The Threshold of Darkness has been reopened.

The first level – [Observation]!
In the pupils of the Starlight Observer, every attack by Alex was like a slow-motion replay.

Those seemingly fierce claw strikes, in the "prophecy's" vision, had trajectories as clear as textbook markings of the "best evasion route";
Those frantically waving tentacles, each swing of their tentacles is "predicted" to land 0.5 seconds in advance...

The second layer – [Concealment]!
The ability of [Chaos: The Overseer] is activated at a crucial moment.

As Alex's two right arms prepared to launch a "triple strike" in conjunction with his tentacles, the chaotic threads transformed into invisible fingers, gently "stirring" his perception.

Alex's movements suddenly paused for 0.2 seconds.

He knew exactly what to do next, but at that moment, he "forgot" the specific sequence of actions.

Should we swing the left claw first or the right claw?
Should you pull out the tentacles first or kick the legs first?

These combat skills, ingrained in instinct and practiced for hundreds of years, suddenly became blurred and indistinct under the erosion of the chaotic power...

It was that 0.2-second lapse that gave it away...

The final act—[The Verdict]!
The tightly closed "mysterious door" of the Dark Threshold finally cracked open at this moment.

"laugh!"

The light of judgment, as precise as a scalpel, pierced Alex's chest.

It pierced through the ribs, passed through the lung, and struck the still-beating heart with unerring accuracy.

"Uh……"

All of Alex's movements froze at this moment.

He looked down at his chest.

There, a hole the size of a fist appeared.

Blood gushed out of the wound like a burst dam, splashing onto the marble floor.

Alex instinctively raised his hand, trying to cover his wound.

But when four arms were pressed against his chest, he was horrified to discover that the bleeding wouldn't stop.

The immortality trait he had taken for granted seemed to have never existed at this moment.

The wound was left open, and the blood flowed freely, just like...

An ordinary human being.

"How...how could..."

The red hook is still glowing, faithfully performing its function.

But the body stopped responding.

His body "refused" to heal; his blood was too "dirty."

Just like fuel mixed with too many impurities, no matter how powerful the engine is, it will eventually stall.

"No...no no no no—!!!"

Alex went completely mad.

He frantically tore at his own chest, his four claws digging into the wound and tearing it to both sides!

"Crack!"

The sound of a rib breaking was crisp and piercing.

"Just remove it!"

Alex roared inwardly:
"Once the red hook is removed, the blood won't circulate so quickly!"

"The pollutants wouldn't have spread so quickly!"

"I still have a chance! I can survive!"

His claws churned wildly inside his chest cavity, tearing at his lungs and severing blood vessels, trying to find that damned amulet.

However, the amulet moves freely within the body.

As his claws reached to the left, the amulet had already moved to the right;
As he turned to attack the right side, the amulet slid back...

Even more cruelly, the more he dug, the more wounds he inflicted.

The more wounds you have, the more blood you lose;

The more blood is lost, the higher the concentration of pollutants in the remaining blood.
The higher the concentration, the deeper the erosion on the blood vessels.

This is an unsolvable infinite loop.

Ron stood quietly to the side, watching the once arrogant marquis destroy himself.

What tormented Alex the most at this moment was the [Red Hook] itself.

"Ah...ahhh...ahhh!!!"

His body was no longer under his control; the loss of his extraordinary abilities made it impossible for him to support his enormous physique.

"Boom..."

Ron stepped forward.

"Actually, my second divination..."

He stopped in front of Alex, looking down at the kneeling, terrifying behemoth:

"I drew the [Judgment (reversed)] card."

Do you understand the meaning of this card?

Alex struggled to lift his head.

"What……"

His voice was so weak it was almost inaudible.

Ron crouched down to look him in the eye.

From this angle, the once "high and mighty" marquis now appears so insignificant.

"The upright Judgment card depicts angels blowing trumpets, the dead rising from the grave to face final judgment."

He spoke slowly:
"That is a scene of judgment—both good and evil must be laid bare before the angels."

"A reversible judgment..."

The black-robed wizard reached out and gently touched Alex's forehead:

"mean……"

"Angels have fallen, and judges are being judged."

Alex's pupils contracted sharply.

"You think you're a hunter, a high and mighty judge."

Ron's voice was like a whisper from the abyss:

“In reality, from the very beginning, you were the prey, the sinner waiting to be judged.”

"Those lives that your vampire clan has taken..."

He pointed to the contaminants still eroding Alex's bloodline within his body:
"Their blood has polluted the land."

"The polluted land has polluted the rivers."

“A polluted river pollutes a factory.”

"The polluting factory ultimately produces these industrial wastes."

Ron's fingers traced the edge of Alex's chest wound, picking up a speck of dark brown blood:

"finally……"

He held his finger up to Alex's eyes:

"These pollutants, carrying the resentment of countless wronged souls, have become your poison."

Ron stood up and looked down at Alex, who was kneeling down:

"This is the true meaning of reversed judgment."

"To make the judges degenerate into sinners, the rulers kneel before the ruled, and the immortals taste death."

"This is not my doing at all."

His words were piercing to the heart:

"These are the 'food' and 'ants' you've never paid attention to before;
Those inferior beings you believe 'deserve to be ruled'...

"I'm—judging—you." (End of Chapter)