Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Late at night, Ron sat alone in front of the central control console.

Dozens of semi-transparent data panels floated in front of him, each displaying different dimensions of data from the [Daywalker Project].

Cell adaptation curve, bloodline fusion progress, chaos stabilizer consumption rate, expected rollout timeline...

The dense array of numbers and charts flowed before his eyes like a galaxy.

But his gaze seemed somewhat unfocused, his thoughts clearly drifting to more distant places.

Finally, he took out "The Complete Guide to Extraordinary Things" from his storage bag.

The book sensed its call, and the huge eye on its cover slowly opened, its pupil reflecting the other's slightly tired face.

"Struggling with decision-making again?"

A familiar, playful voice rang out, but this time the tone was less teasing and more serious:
"This problem seems...to be quite serious."

"Yes."

Ron did not deny it; he placed his hand on the page:
"I want to know, what happens when a wizard begins to cultivate a new superior race before even becoming a great wizard..."

At this point, his wording became more cautious:
Is there any historical precedent for this?

"The Complete Guide to Extraordinary Things" was silent for a few seconds.

This silence made Ron's heart tighten.

Usually, this book can always respond immediately, even if it's sarcastic or humorous.

"You brat, the questions you ask are enough for me to tell what you're thinking."

The pages begin to turn automatically:
"You're not asking 'Can it be done?' or 'Should it be done?'"

"You're asking, 'Has anyone done this before?'"

"this means……"

The page stopped at a blank chapter, and words began to seep out like ink from the void, slowly taking shape on the paper:

"You've already decided to do it, you just want to know if you're the first fool to try something new."

Ron chuckled: "You saw right through me."

"So, what's the answer?"

"The answer..."

The tone of "The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary" becomes distant, as if recalling some extremely ancient past:

"It would be too boring to just tell you 'yes' or 'no' directly."

"How about... we go with the old routine? I'll tell you a story, and you figure it out yourself."

"A story about a 'chess player' and a 'chessboard'."

The words on the pages began to flow and recombine, forming vivid images.

It was a scene from a distant era, so ancient that even the exact time was unclear.

Once upon a time, there was a chess master.

His name has long been lost to history, leaving only one title—"the eternally defeated man".

The title sounds ironic, because he was indeed exceptionally skilled and proficient in all known board games.

Whether it's the "Dragon Chess" or "Star Chess" in the main world, or the "Soul Game" circulating in the spirit world...

He can master the rules in a short time and quickly reach a very high level of skill.

The problem is that he suffered repeated defeats.

In every game, he manages to corner his opponent, leaving spectators in awe of his skill and strategy.

But just when victory is within reach, he always inexplicably makes a fatal mistake, handing over a winning position to the opponent.

At first, people thought he was deliberately letting his son win.

After all, his strength is undeniable, and it would be highly suspicious for him to lose to an opponent weaker than himself.

But as time went on, everyone realized that he really couldn't win.

As if bound by some invisible curse, the closer they got to victory, the stronger the resistance became.

Some busybodies have counted that the perpetual loser has played 3,721 games of chess, without a single victory.

The closest he ever came to victory was when he only needed to place one last piece, leaving his opponent with no way out.

But just as his finger was about to touch the chess piece, the entire chessboard suddenly burst into flames.

The eerie black flames devoured all the chess pieces, turning the seemingly invincible game to ashes.

The eternally defeated man stared blankly at the burning chessboard for a long time, and then suddenly laughed.

I laughed so hard that tears came out.

"I understand……"

He murmured to himself:
"That's it...that's it..."

From that day on, the eternally defeated man disappeared for a full ten years.

No one knew where he went, and no one cared where a loser who "could never win a game of chess" went.

Ten years later, when he reappeared, he had something else in his hand:
A huge chessboard that seems impossible to finish.

The material of the chessboard was difficult to discern; its surface was covered with dizzying patterns that stretched endlessly in all directions.

"what is this?"

Someone asked curiously.

"A new chessboard."

The eternal loser replied:

"A chessboard big enough."

"Are you crazy?"

Former rivals laughed:

"If we can't even conquer a small 19x19 chessboard, what's the point of creating a larger one?"

"Do you think that by making the chessboard bigger, you can change your fate of repeated defeats?"

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"

The eternally defeated man offered no rebuttal.

He simply smiled and then began placing the pieces one by one on the enormous chessboard.

White pieces, black pieces, red pieces, blue pieces...

He placed the chess pieces of various colors in different positions, looking completely haphazard, like a child scribbling randomly.

Those self-proclaimed "chess masters" glanced at it and lost interest.

"The work of a madman."

They made this assessment, then turned and left to continue their battle for the title of "Supreme" on their familiar little chessboard.

Another ten years passed.

Among those who once mocked those who would perish forever, several have now ascended to the top and become true "supreme beings."

They reached the pinnacle in their respective fields, gaining countless followers and accolades, becoming renowned masters.

One day, one of the chess masters suddenly remembered the "eternally defeated man" from back then.

"How is that madman doing now?"

With a sense of superiority, he found the residence of the eternally defeated man.

The result shocked him so much that he was speechless.

On a massive chessboard that occupies almost the entire valley, tens of thousands of pieces are... moving.

That's right, moving.

The chess pieces were no longer inanimate objects; they seemed to possess life, moving, colliding, devouring, and evolving on the chessboard on their own...

The white piece swallowed the black piece, its size increased, and its color became purer;

The black piece splits into dozens of smaller black pieces, forming an encirclement to counterattack the white piece;
The red and blue pieces merge to create a brand new purple piece, exhibiting an unprecedented mode of movement...

The entire chessboard is like a self-consistent ecosystem, operating and evolving on its own without any external intervention.

"What...what is this?!"

The chess master's eyes widened.

"My chessboard."

The voice of the eternally defeated man came from behind. He looked much older, but his eyes were brighter than ever:
"A chessboard that can play by itself."

"Can you play chess by yourself?"

The Chess Saint's story is unbelievable:

"You mean, these chess pieces... are all alive?"

"Yes."

The perpetual loser walked to the edge of the chessboard, his finger lightly brushing against a moving white piece:

“I spent twenty years giving them ‘instinct’.”

"The instinct of the white piece is 'devour'—to devour everything that can be devoured, and to make itself stronger."

"The instinct of the black pieces is 'proliferation'—to overwhelm the opponent with numerical superiority through division and reproduction."

"Hongzi's instinct is 'burning'—sacrificing herself to provide energy for her companions around her."

"The Blue's instinct is 'adaptation'—to adjust its form and abilities according to changes in the environment..."

He explained the characteristics of each chess piece one by one, his tone full of affection, as if he were introducing his own child.

The chess master listened intently, but suddenly realized something:
“Wait, these ‘instincts’…”

He looked at the eternally defeated man:
"You bestowed it upon me?"

"Yes."

"And what about your chess skills? What about your techniques?"

The chess master was puzzled:

"Even if the chess pieces can move on their own, they are only acting on 'instinct,' how can they compare to the strategic planning of a true chess player?"

"look."

The one who was perpetually defeated did not answer, but simply pointed to a certain area of ​​the chessboard.

There, a group of white pieces are besieging a huge black piece.

Based on "instinct," the white pieces should swarm in and overwhelm the opponent with their numerical advantage.

Strangely, they didn't do that.

Some of the white pieces chose to launch a frontal attack to draw the black pieces' attention;

Another group of white pieces quietly circled around to the flank, cutting off the black pieces' retreat;
A few white pieces even sacrificed themselves, using their "death" to deplete the black pieces' power...

This is hardly an "instinct".
This is clearly a brilliant tactical coordination!
"They...they're thinking?!"

Even the chess master's voice trembled.

"of course."

A smile crept across the lips of the eternally defeated:
“I’ve given it not just ‘instinct,’ but also ‘learning ability.’”

"Over the past twenty years, they have lived, fought, died, and been reborn on the chessboard..."

"Countless collisions and games have allowed them to gradually 'evolve' their own intelligence."

"Them now..."

The voice of the eternally defeated man deepened:
"I no longer need to give orders."

"They can assess the situation themselves, formulate their own strategies, and execute their own tactics..."

“My ‘skills’ are already written into their instincts.”

“My ‘strategy’ has been integrated into their way of thinking.”

He turned around and looked directly at the chess master who was so astonished that he was speechless:

"So, you're asking where my chess skills lie?"

The eternal loser spreads his arms, pointing to the entire chessboard:
"Look—each of my chess pieces is an embodiment of myself."

“Every movement they make is an extension of my will.”

"While you were still fighting for a city or a territory on a small chessboard..."

His voice, like thunder, echoed through the valley:
"I now possess a chessboard that can play itself!"

The story pauses here.

The chess master remained silent for a long time before finally asking the question that everyone outside the story wanted to know:
"And then what happened? Did you win?"

The eternal loser shook his head:
"I have stopped 'playing chess'."

"because……"

He looked at the chessboard that was moving on its own:

"I don't need to win anymore."

"When the chessboard is large enough, there are enough pieces, and the rules are well-developed..."

"The entire chessboard became my 'kingdom'."

"In this country, I am not a chess player."

The voice of the eternally defeated became ethereal, as if it came from a distant time and space:
"I am the one who created this situation."

The pages of "The Complete Explanation of Extraordinary Things" slowly closed.

The laboratory fell silent again, with only the faint hum of the magic lamps.

Ron sat there blankly, the parable replaying in his mind.

The eternal loser, the chessboard, the chess pieces that can move on their own, the one who creates the game...

These images, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, gradually pieced together in his consciousness to form a complete picture.

"I don't know if my understanding is correct..."

He hesitated somewhat:
"The 'small chessboard' in the story should refer to the existing structure of the main world..."

"All the wizards are vying for resources, territory, and the right to speak within that limited space..."

"And the 'grand chessboard'..."

Ron stood up and walked to the floating data panels:

"The first layer refers to the alien colonization system."

"The great wizards conquered other planes and established colonies, which was indeed a much larger space."

"But this is still limited to the level of 'playing chess'—you win a world, I occupy a plane, it is essentially still a struggle."

“The real ‘big chessboard’…”

His fingers gently touched the core data of the [Daywalker Project]:

"It is about creating a new race and nurturing a new civilization."

"Let these races and civilizations become extensions of your will."

"Let them reproduce, evolve, and expand on their own..."

Ron's pupils reflected the fluctuating data, and starlight began to flow within them:

"That way, even if I don't take action myself..."

“My ‘chess pieces’ will also occupy the entire chessboard for me.”

He paced slowly in the laboratory, and with each step, his thoughts became clearer.

"'A chessboard that plays by itself'...that's the key."

Ron stopped in front of the Shadow Sentry's incubation tank, looking through the crystal at the sleeping body:
"Ordinary great wizards conquer other worlds and spread wizarding civilization, but those conquered races are ultimately still 'outsiders'."

"They are loyal to the wizarding civilization and abide by the rules set by the wizards, but deep down, they always retain their original understanding and stance."

"They're like hired pawns; they obey you, but they could turn against you at any time."

He turned and looked at the various metrics for the Daywalker on the data panel:

"But what if this race... carried my 'genes' from the very beginning?"

"What if their evolutionary direction, mindset, and even civilizational values ​​take shape under my guidance?"

Ron's eyes grew brighter and brighter:
“Then they are no longer ‘the conquered,’ but rather become the natural extension of my will.”

"Like a chess piece of a perpetual loser, although it can think and act independently, its underlying logic is still given by the creator."

This realization filled him with both excitement and awe.

Excited by the feasibility of this path, the success of [Shadow Whistle] has already proven a technological breakthrough.

I am in awe of the grandeur of this concept, which is challenging the realm of the "Creator".

The pages of "The Complete Explanation of the Extraordinary" suddenly turned again.

Clearly, this mysterious book has more to say.

"It seems you understand correctly."

The familiar voice rang out, this time with a hint of approval in its tone:
"But little guy, have you ever thought about this?"

"what is the problem?"

"Why……"

The text on the pages turned blood red:

"The one who is destined to lose can do it, but the other 'chess saints' can't?"

This question surprised Ron.

Yes, those chess masters have superb skills and abundant resources, so why don't they create a "chessboard that can play chess by itself"?
Why was it that "the eternal loser" who chose this path?
"Because...it's a different perspective?"

Ron answered tentatively.

"You got half right."

The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary Continues to Unfold New Text:

"There are roughly three levels of chess players in the world."

Inferior players only consider the first three moves.

They focus on immediate gains and losses, calculating the most direct benefits at every step.

They feel smug when they capture an opponent's piece, and extremely upset when they lose a piece of territory.

Their vision is limited to a corner of the chessboard; they cannot see the whole picture, let alone the future.

"This is a regular, officially recognized wizard."

The book page provides annotations:

"They strive within the established rules, competing for resources and promotion opportunities."

“Every successful experiment and every breakthrough in a skill filled them with ecstasy.”

"But they don't understand that these are just 'tactical' victories."

"The overall strategic landscape has never changed in the slightest because of their efforts."

Ron nodded.

He had seen far too many wizards like this—including himself in the past.

During my apprenticeship, all I thought about every day was how to meditate, how to concoct better potions, and how to perform better in front of my mentor...

Those are all important, but ultimately they are just the "three immediate solutions."

An average player anticipates the next ten moves and plans the outcome of the game.

They are able to see the longer-term future and understand the importance of "strategic planning".

They are willing to make sacrifices in the early stages to accumulate advantages for a later surge.

Knowing when to attack, when to defend, and when to retreat strategically.

"This is a great wizard."

The book continues to explain: "They conquered other worlds, established colonies, and spread wizarding civilization."

"They understand the concept of 'investment'—spending hundreds of years managing a plane for a rich return a thousand years later."

"They were able to expand their territory within the existing framework and become regional powers."

"But the problem is..."

The color of the text has faded:
"They are still 'playing chess' on the chessboard."

"No matter how grand the vision, it still operates within the established rules."

"What they are fighting for is still limited resources and space."

"As all the great wizards colonize other worlds, the discovered star systems will become increasingly crowded, and the competition will become increasingly fierce."

"Ultimately, we will return to the predicament of 'too many monks and too little porridge'."

Ron felt a chill run down his spine.

This observation is remarkably astute—indeed, the great wizards of the main world are now frantically searching for new colonizable worlds.

The struggle for prime territories has even sparked numerous conflicts, as evidenced by the deteriorating situation on Stoker Star.

If this trend continues, the future will only become more dire.

A superior chess player doesn't look at the board itself, but only at the game board.

Their focus has shifted from the outcome of a single game to more fundamental questions:
Why is this chessboard this size?

Why are the rules designed this way?

Can the material and function of the chess pieces be changed?

"This is the Witch King."

A crown pattern appears on the page:

"They were no longer satisfied with winning within the rules and began to try to 'rewrite the rules'."

“They have already established their own ‘kingdom,’ in which their will is the rule.”

"Gravity can be reversed, time can be stopped, and death can be repeated..."

"In the kingdom of the Witch King, everything 'impossible' becomes 'taken for granted'."

"because……"

The text turns gold:

"They have transformed from 'chess players' into 'referees'."

Ron took a deep breath.

He had witnessed the immense power of the King of Absurdity and the King of Record—within their influence, logic could be distorted and cause and effect could be reversed.

That kind of control over reality has indeed transcended the category of "power" and is close to the "rules" themselves.

"But……"

He frowned:
"Above the Witch King, there must be even higher beings, right?"

"clever."

The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary Aspects of Literature chuckled approvingly.

"Although the Witch Kings are powerful, they still have limitations."

"No matter how vast their 'kingdom' is, it still has boundaries."

"No matter how strong their 'rules' are, they are ultimately only effective within their own domain."

"Once he leaves the kingdom, the Witch King must also abide by higher-level cosmic laws."

"so……"

Turn to the last page, where there are only four words:
The one who orchestrated this scheme.

"This is the fourth and ultimate form of existence."

The voice of "The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary" became solemn and dignified:

"The one who sets up the game does not play the game, does not act as referee, and does not even set the rules."

"What they did was..."

“Build the chessboard, train the pieces, set the framework, and then let the chessboard operate on its own.”

"When the chessboard is large enough, there are enough pieces, and the rules are well-developed..."

The last line of text slowly appeared:
"The entire universe will become their 'kingdom'."

"This is……"

"Demon God, or rather, the path of transcendence."

The laboratory fell into a long silence.

"so……"

Ron's voice was a little hoarse:
"That eternally defeated one eventually became... a demon god?"

"Who knows."

The tone of "The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary" becomes lighter again:

"This is just a story I made up on the spot, don't take it too seriously."

"but……"

"At least He took the first step in the right direction."

"Make a chessboard."

Ron slowly sat back down in his chair.

There's too much information in my mind; it takes time to process it.

He began to jot down notes quickly:
[Three types of chess players and one mastermind]

Inferior chess player = Formal wizard
I used to be like that, only looking at immediate interests and getting stuck at the tactical level.
Intermediate chess player = Grand Wizard

They are able to plan for the long term, conquer other worlds, and still compete within the established rules;
Top-tier chess player = Witch King
Rewrite the rules, establish a nation, but a nation has borders;

The one who orchestrated this scheme = a demon god (?)

Create a new "chessboard," cultivate a self-sustaining system, and make the universe a kingdom.

He stopped writing and looked at the words he had written.

"So what should I do now?"

The answer is already quite clear.

"Mom, Acelia."

Ron put the "Complete Guide to the Extraordinary" back into his storage bag:

“I want to share a story with you, a story about the ‘perpetual loser’.”

"Wow~~~"

After he finished telling the story, Nari was the first to break the silence, her tentacles waving excitedly up and down:
"What a wonderful story! Mom loves that eternally defeated one!"

"He was so weak at first, always losing to others, but in the end he became incredibly strong!"

"Right? Right? Baby tells such wonderful stories~~~"

Her tone was childlike, and she was simply taking the opportunity to praise her child.

But Azalea clearly understood it more deeply.

"Yes, you've figured something out."

She said:

"Most wizards only begin to establish colonies when they reach the level of Grand Wizard."

At that time, they were facing an 'existing' race—a complete civilization with its own history, culture, beliefs, and values.

Acelia floated to the window and looked out at the twilight city shrouded in dusk:

"Wizards can only educate, transform, and conquer."

"But all these methods are ultimately 'external forces'."

"It's like trying to recarve on a stone slab that has already been carved—it's time-consuming, laborious, and the results are not ideal."

She turned around, her vertical pupils locking onto Ron:
“Indigenous resistance, cultural clashes, religious conflicts… these problems would erupt in every corner of the colony.”

“Even a great wizard needs hundreds of years to smooth out these rough edges little by little before the colony can truly integrate into his system.”

"and……"

Acelia's voice became more serious:
Even if they are smoothed out, the conquered races will forever retain 'their former selves' deep in their hearts.

"Like a tamed wild beast, it no longer resists, but may bare its fangs at any time when its master is weak."

She flew to Ron and gently touched his shoulder with the tip of her tail:
"But you are different."

"You started creating a new race at the Dark Sun level."

"When you become a great wizard..."

A smile spread across Acelia's vertical pupils:
"This race is mature and powerful, and they identify with your values ​​from the genetic level and from the depths of their souls."

"They do not need to be 'educated' because their very birth is a manifestation of your will."

"They don't need to be 'conquered,' because their existence is about loyalty to you."

"They will not 'resist' because betraying you is tantamount to betraying their own nature."

The dragon soul's voice, like thunder, echoed throughout the room:

"what does that mean?"

"This means that while other great wizards are still racking their brains over 'how to make the natives obey'..."

"Your 'daywalkers' will actively, spontaneously, and fervently spread your will!"

A flame of excitement burned in Azalea's vertical pupils:
"This is the advantage of being a 'game-maker'."

"You are not fighting for territory on the existing chessboard."

"You are building your own chessboard and nurturing your own pieces."

"Once the chessboard is laid out and the pieces are in place..."

"The entire chaotic world will become an extension of your will!"

Ron took a deep breath, processing Acelia's interpretation.

Dragon Soul is absolutely right.

This is precisely the core lesson he learned from the fable—to plan ahead and ensure that the race carries its own "genes" from the very beginning.

"But……"

He frowned:
Why don't other wizards do this?

"Why are there only those who are destined to fail... no, why are there only a very few who take this path?"

"Because they can't do it~~~"

Nari suddenly interrupted, her voice full of self-righteousness:
"Honey, have you forgotten? You have a mom!"

She emerged part of her body from Ron's shadow, dozens of tentacles swaying in the air:
"No other wizard has a helper as powerful as Mom!"

"They want to create a new race?"

Nari's voice became somewhat smug:
"First, we need to integrate different power systems, right?"

"The bloodline of vampires, the characteristics of shadow creatures, and the power of chaos..."

"These things are like water and fire; when they come together, they explode with a 'bang'!"

She gestured with her tentacles as if making an explosion, which looked both comical and cute.

"But don't worry, baby~~~ because Mommy is the best 'glue'!"

Nari's tone was full of pride:
"My mother's chaotic power naturally allows things that are 'impossible to merge' to coexist peacefully."

Her tentacles gently wrapped around Ron's arm:
"Besides, creating a new race requires a lot of abyssal power, right?"

"That filthy, black, maddening pollution~~~"

Nari's voice became serious:
"When an ordinary wizard encounters corruption, his soul will be corrupted, his consciousness will be distorted, and he will eventually become a monster."

"So they will wait until they become great wizards and create 'soul anchors' before they dare to conduct such experiments."

"But you don't need that, baby~~~"

Her eyes blinked:
"Because the chaotic power that your mother gave you is itself the 'opposite' of pollution."

"Pollution is 'destruction' and 'erosion,' while motherhood is 'creation' and 'fusion'~~~"

"With Mom protecting her, those pollutants can't harm her soul at all!"

Nari's tentacles drew the shape of a protective shield in the air:
"So, my darling, you can experiment boldly now, without having to wait until you become a great wizard~~~"

"What about the other wizards?"

Her tone became somewhat sarcastic:

"They wouldn't dare! Because without any anchors for protection, touching these would be suicide!"

"When they finally become great wizards, create anchors, and dare to begin their experiments..."

Nari extended a tentacle and gently poked Ron's cheek:

"My darling, your 'Daywalker' has already reproduced for several generations~~~"

She let out a silvery laugh:
"So, what my darling can do, others can't~~~"

"It's not because my baby is so amazing, although my baby is indeed very amazing~~~"

"The main reason is..."

Nari blinked all of his eyes at the same time:
"Mom is the best! Right? Right?"

Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Although Nari's explanation used naive language, it hit the nail on the head.

Indeed, the "harmony" and "creativity" of the Chaos Force are the cornerstone of the entire Daywalker Project.

Without Nari, he would never have dared to conduct this level of experiment at the Dark Sun level.

"Yes, Mom is the best."

He affectionately stroked Nari's whiskers.

Acelia rolled her eyes.

"Alright, alright, stop being so lovey-dovey."

"Ron, now that you understand the direction, what are your plans next?"

This question made Ron's expression turn serious again.

He walked to his desk, took out a blank notebook, and turned to a new page.

Magic coalesced into a pen, and began to write on the paper.

[A task that must be completed in the future - the main world]

After writing the first line, Ron paused for a moment, then continued:
I. The Creation of Soul Anchors

Thousand Transformations: It has been upgraded to the "Glorious Legacy" level;
Substitute Puppet: 99.9% charged, requires final activation through "historical event infiltration";
He planned to fuse the two into a complete soul anchor, binding it to the nascent ethereal form, [Threshold of Darkness].

Thinking of this, he circled the phrase "infiltrating historical events".

This is a high-risk operation—entering the final experimental memories of Victor, the "father of the false man," and confronting the remaining consciousness of that mad alchemist.

Failure can result in anything from a broken soul to a distorted personality.

But this is the only way to fully activate the substitute puppet.

II. Nari's Promotion
As Ron wrote those words, he could feel a slight tremor coming from the depths of the shadows.

That was Nari responding to his thoughts.

Objective: To devour the Supreme Apostle and break through the current level of power.

Because of the incident involving Euphemia's throne seed, the Supreme Apostles were seized upon by Nari, who used their connection with that "Mother" to lock them in the ninth layer of the Abyss.

Now, thanks to her fusion with the "Lungs of Chaos" of the Stoker and Ron's support, Nari's strength is increasing day by day, and perhaps even Magus himself is no longer a match for her.

Once Nari successfully devours several Supreme Apostles and advances to the next level of power, he will become Ron's strongest support, and the power of chaos will also be elevated to a whole new level.

He added another point:
Key material: "Lungs of Chaos" from the Star of the Stoker, which is the core material for Nari's advancement and an important energy source for the Daywalker Project.

Ron marked a time point next to "Lungs of Chaos":

"The extraction must be completed before the Supreme Apostles are completely freed."

After finishing the task list for the main world, Ron turned to the next page.

The pen nib lingered on the paper for a moment, then began writing the new title:
[The current task that must be completed - The World of Chaos and Blood]

I. Comprehensive Promotion of the Daywalker Project
II. System Construction of Twilight City

III. Power Balance Among Surrounding Forces
After finishing the two lists, Ron laid the notebook flat on the table.

The left page depicts the urgent tasks of the main world, while the right page outlines the long-term plans for the chaotic world.

The two lists are like two ends of a balance scale, each with its own weight, making it difficult to determine which is more important.

He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped under his chin, lost in thought.

"The matters of the main world are indeed urgent..."

He looked at the contents of the left page:
"The seal of the Supreme Apostle will not wait for me."

"If the seal collapses prematurely, Nari will be in an extremely dangerous situation."

"The soul anchor cannot be delayed for too long; this is a crucial juncture for advancing to the rank of Grand Wizard."

"Logically, I should return to the main world immediately and take care of these matters first..."

But his gaze shifted to the right page:

"But if we go back now..."

Fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound:

"The entire plan in the Chaotic Blood World will be ruined."

“The Daywalker Project has only just begun, with only one successful case, so there’s no question of ‘race’ at all.”

"The system in Twilight City is not yet perfect. Without my leadership, many key decisions cannot be made."

"Intelligence networks, diplomatic relations, military defense... all are in their most vulnerable initial stages."

Ron closed his eyes, and the parables told in "The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary" came to mind.

The eternally defeated man spent twenty years laying out his chessboard, and those chess masters who mocked him could only watch helplessly as his pieces spread across the entire board.

"Those who orchestrate events are not in a hurry for short-term gains or losses..."

"Instead, we focus on the long-term strategy of the game."

"Going back to the main world now is like rushing to make a move on a chessboard that's only half-built..."

“The chessboard is not yet laid out, the pieces are not yet in place, and the rules are not yet perfected.”

"I'll come back after I've finished dealing with things in the main world..."

Ron opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening:
"We may have already missed the best window of opportunity for development."

"The Heart Clan will make a comeback, other clans will take advantage of the situation, and Dusk City may have already fallen into the hands of others."

He looked out the window at the city shrouded in twilight:
"Those vampires who have just seen hope, those pioneers willing to become 'daywalkers'..."

"We will fall into despair again."

“They would think I’m just a passerby, an outsider who talks big but is irresponsible.”

This consequence was unacceptable to Ron.

"Do not……"

He shook his head:

"I can't rush things."

"One year in the main world is several years in the Chaotic Blood World."

"During this time, let's first consolidate our hard-won foothold in Twilight City before returning to the main world." (End of Chapter)