Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

With the infrastructure construction temporarily completed, Ron connected the chaos within the "mysterious gate" to a special channel.

A moment later, the purple light spread out and condensed into a distorted projection.

When the projection first appeared, it looked like a constantly writhing mass of black mud, with purple lightning crackling around its edges.

Then, things started to "grow" from the mud.

First are countless tiny tentacles, which stretch and bend like octopus arms, with several shimmering little eyes at the ends;

Next is a "face," if that distorted mass of light and shadow can be called a face.

"baby!"

Nari's voice came from that big mouth, carrying a distinctly joyful tone:
"You finally remembered to contact your mom!"

Several tentacles thrashed about excitedly.

"Mom...you seem to be in a good mood today?"

He tentatively began to speak.

Of course!

Nari's tentacles swayed merrily, like an excited puppy wagging its tail:
"How could I not be happy if my child took the initiative to contact me?"

"I thought you'd completely forgotten about your mother!"

As she spoke, several tentacles curled up in a pitiful manner.

"That acting..."

A voice, suppressing a laugh, echoed from the depths of her consciousness:
"If you didn't know better, you'd think it was some neglected little pet."

"Acelia!"

Nari's projection suddenly paused, precisely "looking" at the void behind Ron:
"You little ice cube, how dare you speak?"

"Hiding in the depths of my soul like a parasite, without even a decent body, what right do you have to laugh at me?"

Her tentacles huffed and puffed at the air, as if trying to tear out the dragon soul hidden in Ron's consciousness:

"If it weren't for the fact that he's a treasure, I would have ripped you out of his soul long ago and thrown you into the ninth level of the abyss to feed those hungry soul-devouring creatures!"

"Ha, who are you trying to scare?"

Acelia's voice was full of disdain.

"Alright, alright."

Ron finally couldn't help but interrupt their "daily banter":
"You two have lived for tens of thousands of years combined, can't you be a little more mature?"

"I don't want to be mature!" Nari said defiantly, flicking her tentacle.

"What is maturity? Maturity is getting old, becoming rigid, and losing vitality!"

"Isn't it great that Mom is like this now? She's energetic, vibrant, and can still play with her baby!"

As she spoke, several tentacles approached Ron, their tiny eyes blinking at their tips:

"Honey, you don't want a rigid, serious mom who's always lecturing you with a stern face, do you?"

"...Whatever makes you happy."

Ron rubbed his temples and decided to give up on correcting Nari's "parenting ideas".

"Hehe." Nari smiled contentedly, his tentacles swaying merrily.

"Alright, let's get down to business!"

Her projection suddenly became serious, and its large mouth narrowed slightly:

"Honey, do you remember those two disgusting bugs, Magus and Nass?"

Ron's expression immediately turned serious.

"Of course I remember. After they escaped, I was worried about what kind of trouble they would cause later."

"Don't worry!" Nari waved his tentacles, as if shooing away annoying flies.
"Those two insects won't cause any trouble."

"Actually... Mom let them go on purpose."

"deliberately?"

Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Yes!"

The tentacles danced excitedly, as if showing off their intelligence:
“Look, Magus and Nass carry the aura of ‘mother,’ right?”

"That chaotic mark is like... um... like your clothes have perfume on them, and it will be smelled wherever you go!"

She gestured, trying to make her explanation more vivid:

"And that aura, to the ruling race, is simply the most delicious cake in the world!"

"They will definitely be unable to resist sending out clones or cubs to 'enjoy' it."

"By then..."

Nari's mouth opened wide:

"Mom would be in the deep abyss, eating all those 'snacks' that were delivered to her door, one after another!"

"Eating them will not only make Mom stronger, but also allow her to learn many, many secrets from their memories!"

"For example, how many pawns have they hidden in the main world? What evil deeds are they planning to do? What are their thoughts on the change of eras?"

Her tentacles wiggled triumphantly:
"So, baby, isn't Mommy smart?"

"Turning crisis into opportunity is killing two birds with one stone, achieving two goals at once!"

After hearing this explanation, Ron couldn't help but sigh.

Although Nari usually acts like a child, he never makes mistakes in judging important issues.

Perhaps this is the true meaning of appearing foolish but being wise?

"but……"

Acelia's voice rang out again:
"This plan is quite risky; the Dominator's clone is not an easy opponent to deal with."

"cut."

Nari rolled his eyes: "You lazy dragon, all you do is pour cold water on things."

"Of course there are risks, but Mom isn't stupid!"

Her tentacles confidently patted their "chest":
"It is not yet a critical period for the transition of eras, and the barrier is still functioning normally."

"The power that the Dominator can project is at most equivalent to the level of a quasi-Witch King, or even weaker."

"And in the deepest abyss..."

Nari's voice was filled with absolute confidence:

"That's Mom's territory! Every inch of space is cheering me on, and every wisp of chaotic energy is my little helper!"

"In that environment, even if ten quasi-Witch Kings of the same level came, Mom could beat them to a pulp!"

As she spoke, several tentacles made a "punching" motion.

"...Whatever makes you happy." Acelia's voice was full of helplessness.

Ron couldn't help but laugh.

"That's right!"

Nari suddenly remembered something, and several tentacles frantically groped around on his body:

"I've prepared a gift for my baby!"

"Where's the gift... Hmm, not this... not this either... Ah, I found it!"

She pulled a delicate silver box from a dimensional interlayer and handed it to Ron.

Although it was just a projection, the box actually passed through the barrier and appeared in Ron's hand.

"This is……"

Ron opened the silver box.

Inside, there were a dozen or so dark purple crystals, each the size of a fingernail, arranged neatly, each radiating an aura of pure chaos.

The crystal contains miniature nebulae that are constantly rotating, colliding, annihilating, and reborn...

Wow...

Acelia was somewhat surprised: "Pure Chaos Crystal? And of this quality?"

Of course!

Nari proudly puffed out his chest, if that distorted phantom could even be called a chest:
"This is the essence that Mom extracted bit by bit from the very source of 'motherhood'!"

"It's like...like extracting the thickest cream from a huge bucket of milk!"

Her tentacles gestured:

"We've removed all the impurities and bad stuff, leaving only the most essential, refined, and useful parts!"

"Baby can do so many things with it!"

Nari counted the tentacles carefully:

"It can be used to make high-level alchemical materials and create incredibly powerful alchemical tools!"

"It can be used as a summoning medium to attract rare creatures that are sensitive to the power of chaos!"

Ron nodded solemnly and carefully put the silver box away.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Alright, alright, Mom's going back to continue her seclusion."

Nari waved her tentacles reluctantly: "Contact Mom anytime if anything happens!"

After he finished speaking, the projection disappeared completely.

Ron stood there, looking at the silver box in his hand, lost in thought.

A dozen or so pure chaotic crystals...

Each of the uses Nari mentioned was incredibly tempting.

He quickly calculated in his mind:

"How should we allocate these dozen or so crystals to maximize their effectiveness?"

After a moment, he carefully took out three:
The first one will be used to summon otherworldly creatures for the tool spirit.

Nari is right; the allure of this pure chaotic crystal to otherworldly creatures far surpasses that of ordinary abyssal crystals.

If used as "bait," it should be possible to catch some extremely rare interdimensional creatures.

The characteristics of those creatures could very well become key materials for the development of new races.

The second and third ones are used for "harmonizing catalysis" in biological experiments.

The harmonizing properties of chaotic power are at the core of his entire "new race project".

Whether it's solving the problem of vampires' madness, breaking through reproductive barriers, or endowing new races with special abilities... all of these require this harmonizing power.

The quality of pure chaotic crystals is enough to increase the success rate of experiments several times over.

The remaining crystals will be kept as strategic reserves.

This is a necessary precaution.

No matter how detailed the plan, unexpected events can still occur.

Retaining most of the high-quality crystals as an emergency measure can play a role in critical moments.

After distributing the crystals, Ron carefully stored the last two portions, keeping only the first one.

He took out the "tool spirit" from his pocket.

This treasure, brought from the "paradise," is now about to realize its true value.

"Let's begin."

Unlike ordinary summoning circles, this time he needs to construct a more complex and sophisticated structure:

It must be able to penetrate dimensional barriers and attract otherworldly creatures;

It also needs to have strong enough constraints to prevent the summoned creatures from going out of control.

The magic circle consists of seven concentric circles, each covered with densely packed runes.

These runes are interconnected, forming a self-consistent energy cycle system.

The crucial seventh lap features a "bait trough":
There sat a pure, chaotic crystal, emanating a chilling aura of chaos.

"Ready."

Ron checked every detail of the magic circle to make sure there were no omissions.

He summoned a tool spirit from the void and levitated it in mid-air.

"Tool Spirit, initiate the 'Cross-Dimensional Summoning' procedure."

He issued the order:
"The target parameters are as follows..."

"Priority 1: Possessing unique biological characteristics, suitable for research and development of new races;"
Priority 2: Possesses rare cognitive or mental traits, which can be used for defense system construction;
Priority level three: Possesses spatiotemporal or spiritual attributes, and can be used for research on soul anchoring.

"Danger level cap: Arch Wizard level."

"Summoning quantity: unlimited, until the lure effect of Chaos Crystal is exhausted."

After receiving the instruction, the surface halo began to rotate rapidly.

Countless streams of information surged within it, filtering out otherworldly creatures that met the criteria from its vast database.

A moment later, it emitted a slight vibration, indicating that it was ready.

When Ron channeled his magic into the outermost barrier, all movement within the private cubicle was silenced.

The sounds of wind, breathing, and even heartbeats were compressed into a thin layer of white noise. "Tool Spirit, begin cross-dimensional broadcasting."

Ron retreated to a safe distance, his right hand clenched loosely, ready to activate [Threshold of Darkness] at any moment.

The tool spirit emitted a low-frequency vibration, and the otherworldly coordinates sealed in its database began to send "invitations" into the depths of countless dimensional rifts.

Then, it's just a matter of waiting.

Waiting is the most agonizing part of the summoning process.

You never know what the other side of the summoning gate will send—it could be a grain of sand, or it could be a disaster.

Ron sat cross-legged on the outer edge of the summoning circle, his gaze never leaving the space he had neatly divided.

The first one to "bite the hook" appeared very quickly.

The information analysis layer of the summoning circle flickered violently, and a large amount of data poured into the core of the tool spirit like a waterfall.

"Cross-dimensional intrusion detected... Source: Unknown dimension, ID unidentifiable... Danger rating: Calculating..."

The vibration frequency of the tool spirit suddenly increased, something that had never happened before in previous summons.

Ron frowned slightly.

The air in the center of the magic circle began to change, and a sweet, cloying scent spread.

A lump of flesh squeezed out from the dimensional rift.

Calling it a "piece of meat" is not accurate; it's more like a failed attempt at some kind of... concept.

On its surface, countless tiny mouths are devouring its own tissue, and the devoured parts will regrow from other locations within seconds.

Devouring, regenerating, devouring, regenerating—this process is meaningless and purposeless; it is merely a mechanical repetition of a "program" that has lost its original instructions.

The detection results from ToolSpirit popped up:
[Unknown Creature - Suspected Experimental Waste from the Late Stages of the "Tree of Life" School in the Third Era]
It lacks intelligence and a core of consciousness, retaining only the basic cycle of "devouring and regeneration".

Risk level: Moderate to high

Research value: extremely low

"A failed creation."

Ron's judgment aligns with the tool spirit.

He had seen something similar—in Barnabas’s Theory of the Boundary Between Life and Death, there is a chapter that specifically discusses “the pathological solidification of the life cycle.”

When a creature's regenerative ability is amplified to an infinite degree but it loses the "stop" command, it will become a monster that is forever devouring itself and forever regenerating itself.

It will not die because it does not know how to die.

It won't survive either, because it has long forgotten how to live.

All that remained was hunger, pure and endless hunger.

The chunks of flesh struggled within the summoning circle, their tiny mouths beginning to gnaw at the runes that bound them.

While the fifth ring's restraint was strong enough, this thing's regeneration speed was truly astonishing.

Whenever a part of the organization is burned to ashes by the runes, a new organization will re-form from the ashes and continue to devour it.

"Not worth investigating, just detain him."

Ron did not hesitate.

He stretched out his right hand, and the door of the [Threshold of Darkness] silently opened in mid-air.

A veil of chaos emerged from the crack in the door, like a giant black fishing net, completely enveloping the lump of flesh.

Ron could “feel” its struggle, like a drowning person flailing its limbs in vain in the deep sea.

The veil of chaos tightened, the doors closed, and all fell silent.

"The first one failed, but let's keep him locked up for now. Maybe we can use him to annoy others later."

The magic array returned to standby mode, and the chaotic crystal still shimmered with an alluring luster in the bait slot.

The second visitor didn't keep him waiting too long.

This time, the information parsing layer didn't flicker; it simply went out, as the object being parsed was beyond the summoning circle's comprehension.

ToolSpirit's feedback is more straightforward:

[Warning - Unable to analyze the nature of the target.]

The target does not possess a material structure, an energy structure, or any known form of existence.

The only identifiable characteristic is "fear."

Ron's pupils suddenly contracted.

A human-shaped outline appeared in the center of the magic circle.

It has no face, no details, just a silhouette made of some kind of translucent substance.

It's as if someone cut out the shape of a person from a piece of white paper and then stood the "hole" up.

It did nothing; it just stood there.

However, Ron felt his heart skip a beat.

"Mental pollution!"

He mobilized the power of the Chaos Pillars to build a barrier on the outer layer of consciousness.

The veil of chaos shut out the fear, and his breathing became steady again.

That thing is not aggressive at all.

It does not move, grow, or devour.

But its very existence is a weapon.

Any life form that senses it, whether human, vampire, wizard, or dragon, will be forced to confront its deepest fears.

It's like a mirror, reflecting the shadows deep within the soul of every observer that they least want to face.

"A condensation of pure fear..."

Ron assessed its value in his mind.

Research value? Extremely high, if we can analyze its "fear-awakening" mechanism.

However, the risks are also extremely high; if this thing gets out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He didn't hesitate for long.

The Threshold of Darkness unfolds once more, the veil of chaos enveloping the humanoid silhouette layer by layer.

Unlike the chunks of meat, this thing did not struggle at all during its imprisonment.

The doors closed, and the magic circle returned to calm.

Ron let out a long breath, a thin layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"This dangerous substance is much stronger than the one before..."

The danger of that summoning was so great that he would dedicate a whole chapter to it in his lab report.

He glanced at the edge of the lab bench, where the herbal tea that Ailan had prepared in advance was now completely cold.

"If Eve knew I was drinking herbal tea in the lab, she'd nag me for ages."

He muttered to himself, but still picked up the glass and took a sip.

The bitter herbal taste spread in my mouth, which actually made me feel much more awake.

The tool spirit spun quietly beside him, its internal lights flashing, awaiting his next command.

“Let’s continue.” Ron put down his teacup. “Hopefully, the next thing will be… something a little more normal.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had set a bad example.

Saying "I hope things will be normal" when dealing with extraordinary matters often yields the opposite result.

The fourth circle of the magic circle lit up again.

This time, the way the dimensional rift was torn open was also quite unique.

It was no longer the violent "tearing" of the past, but rather like a thin sheet of paper being gently lifted at one corner.

A moth drifted out from the crack.

The power of the starlight pillars extended outwards, bringing every detail of the moth into view.

With a wingspan of about half a meter, its entire body has a texture that is hard to describe.

It is described as semi-transparent, but not completely transparent;

It's described as a solid, but its edges are slightly fluid, as if it might melt at any moment.

Countless tiny characters, like tiny characters in fly-head script, densely covered the surface of the moth's wings.

The information parsing layer started operating at high speed, and this time it successfully projected a detailed report:
[Detection complete: Unknown spirit world creature]
Source: Spirit World

Rank: Moon-level (faster growth rate)

Key characteristic: A semi-living entity formed from the "vocal remnants" of the deceased's dying words.

The text on the wings is the absorbed last words, and it will be continuously updated.
It possesses the ability to mimic voices and reproduce any recorded sound, including timbre, emotion, and even the speaker's mental state.

Research value: Extremely high
Danger level: Low to medium (depending on the content of the recorded last words)

The tiny characters on the moth's wings began to wriggle, recombine, and converge.

At the same time, its abdominal diaphragm emitted a buzzing sound, precisely hitting that critical point that made people unconsciously tilt their ears to listen.

"This physiological mechanism is indeed of great research value."

Ron didn't rush to touch the moth; instead, he mobilized the power of the Starlight Pillar to extend his "observation" to a deeper level.

In his perception, the internal structure of a moth is far more complex than its external appearance suggests.

The wings of this moth are a mobile forest of tombstones.

Tens of thousands of dying words are engraved on it, overlapping, intersecting, and resonating with each other, forming an incredibly chaotic "sound ecosystem".

How does it 'choose' which part of the last words to play?

As Ron observed, he mentally deduced the operating mechanism of this creature.

The answer soon became clear.

Moths themselves have no self-awareness.

When the summoner approaches, the moth will automatically scan the surface of the summoner's soul for any remaining "spiritual imprints".

Those gazes, touches, and words from higher beings.

Even a single clash of wills during a confrontation can leave a mark on the soul, whether deep or shallow.

The stronger the trace, the more realistic the reproduction effect.

"That is to say..."

Ron silently calculated in his mind:
"The behavior of this moth can reflect which high-ranking individuals I have come into contact with and to some extent 'reenact the past'."

This realization made him re-examine the seemingly harmless little creature in his hand.

As a research tool, its value is immense.

The calibration process is not difficult.

Ron added mental resonance patterns to it to stabilize the moth's frequency switching and prevent it from switching too drastically and causing it to collapse.

At the same time, he installed a thin "filter membrane" on himself to make the scanning of moths more accurate.

The filter membrane strips away the distractions of everyday emotions, exposing only the imprints from higher-level personality traits to the moth for "reading".

"I'm ready."

He slowly extended his right hand, palm facing up.

The moth seemed to sense some kind of call, fluttering its wings and gently landing on the back of Ron's hand.

The texture is peculiar, like a feather bookmark that has just slipped from between the pages of a book.

The moth spread its wings, and the dense text began to flow on the wing membrane.

The diaphragm hummed, and the sound gradually grew louder.

"coming."

Ron held his breath, fully unleashing his mental power, preparing to record all the data that followed.

Aseria watched silently from the depths of her consciousness, while the dragon soul's senses were also on high alert.

Although she didn't say it aloud, she was actually always worried about how much of the imprint of a high-ranking being remained in Ron's soul.

Especially that recent head-on collision with Aiden's projection in the Chaotic Blood World...

The Blood King's blood-dripping spear once pierced directly through the gate of the Dark Threshold; such an impact could not possibly leave no mark on the depths of one's soul.

The moth found the first frequency.

The writing on the wings suddenly turned into a soft, almost fluid purple script.

The spacing between the characters is unusually tight, and every stroke exudes a sticky, overly intense sense of intimacy.

Then, the sound rang out.

"Baby~"

Ron's eyebrows furrowed.

"Why aren't you eating properly again?"

The moth's diaphragm perfectly captures Nari's sticky, coquettish tone when she speaks.

"Mom noticed you don't look well. Did you stay up late doing experiments again?"

"..." (End of this chapter)