Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

For Ron, the passage of time was completely diluted.

From the moment he became a formal wizard, he traveled to places with different time flows, and sometimes he really felt a sense of time distortion.

Just as he was thinking this, Antigonus's communication request interrupted his thoughts.

"Professor Ralph, the reason for this communication today is to inform you of something in advance."

Antigonus's voice was solemn:

"The countdown to the Great Reckoning has entered its final stage."

Ron put down his observation notes.

Thank you for letting me know.

"You may not be fully aware of the rules for the final stage, the 'endgame open period'."

Antigonus's projection reached out and tapped a few times, and a document appeared between them:

"In the final period before the final reckoning, the restrictions on participants releasing new species will be significantly relaxed."

"Originally, each Grand Wizard could only deploy one core race and a small number of auxiliary species, but this limit will be removed during the endgame opening period."

"That is to say..."

Ron understood what the other party meant: "Everyone can dump their 'stock' into it."

"That's exactly why everyone can disregard the rules."

Antigonus shook his head and smiled wryly, displaying the frustration of a cleaner facing filth everywhere.
"The final open period before the great reckoning in the past was always the bloodiest and most chaotic stage."

He reminded:

"The small chessboard has been operating for so many years, and the usual practice is to start with peace and then start with chaotic battles."

Before the reckoning, everyone frantically increases their species' reproduction rate and territory coverage, and then... in the final moments, they destroy most of what the other side has accumulated.

Antigonus cleared his throat.

"I'm saying this not to incite you to attack anyone."

"I know, it means I need to be careful and defensive."

"……Yes."

After the communication ended, Ron began to calculate the data.

The territory of the Bloodline currently accounts for only about 0.3% of the total area of ​​the public server.

Green tide: 8%; Iron tide: 5%.

In terms of area alone, he lost completely and without a doubt.

Among the teams with fewer than fifteen participants, he wasn't even qualified for the top five.

A comprehensive scoring system is never simply about land measurement.

Antigonus had made it clear as early as when he obtained the right to use the grid that the comprehensive index included a weighted score of six dimensions.

Survival rate, reproduction rate, resource competition ability, environmental adaptability... and the last one, which is also the one that most participants tend to underestimate—civilization complexity.

In this dimension, the green tide is a plant community without self-awareness; only the mother flower coordinates growth signals, so it cannot be considered a civilization.

The mechanical automation of Tiechao lacks emotion, creativity, and history.

The Abyssal Race is a species that undergoes self-purification every few generations, so continuity is out of the question, and the word "civilization" has nothing to do with them.

Therefore, in this respect, the bloodline is the only species that possesses a language, belief, historical narrative, urban planning, foreign diplomacy system, and has also developed a preliminary scientific methodology.

Other great wizards also attempted to create humanoid species, but none achieved a hexagonal, all-encompassing community like his.

In theory, he could get full marks in the category of civilization complexity.

"But that's not enough in theory alone."

Ron's gaze darkened as he continued his calculations:

"The Great Reckoning is a comprehensive weighted process. If the scores in other dimensions are too low, no matter how high the complexity of the civilization is, it cannot be brought up."

"And there is only one thing that can really improve survival rate and environmental adaptability score."

He turned around, turning his gaze away from the window and onto the pile of notes that he had turned to the corners of the book.

"A true total war."

………………

The council chamber at the deepest part of the Azure Garden is never lit up.

It wasn't because she wanted to save magic; it was just that Ashe didn't like artificial light sources overshadowing nature.

She preferred to let her eyes gradually adjust to the plant's fluorescence rather than have the rune lamps make her appear pale.

But tonight is different.

All three lights in the council chamber were turned on, and the lamps were adjusted to their highest brightness, illuminating every number on the projection panel clearly and without any obstruction.

Serafina stood in front of the data panel:
"The civilization complexity index of bloodline is now the highest on the entire public server."

She clicked on the next page of data, which was a statistical chart showing the weighting distribution of scores from previous Grand Reconciliation sessions.

The curve shows that in the past ten cleansings, the weight of civilization complexity has shown a slow but irreversible upward trend.

From the initial 8%, it has climbed all the way to the current 25%.

"In other words, even if our coverage area is nearly eight times that of the Bloodline..."

She traced two parallel lines on the projection with her finger:
"Even after comprehensive weighting, the final ranking may still not be optimistic."

Darius stared silently at the chart.

Aisha did not sit on the lotus seedpod.

This is the detail that most unsettled Serafina tonight.

She stood at the far end of the council chamber, her back against the stone wall completely covered by vines.

He was standing upright, which was unusual for him, with his arms hanging at his sides.

"So, what's your suggestion?"

Serafina had known this moment would come, and she had prepared what she was going to say.

"Apply pressure in stages, while simultaneously expanding coverage and interfering with the opponent's level of civilization."

She moved her hand to the right side of the panel, and a partial map of the Bloodline Territory unfolded:

"The reason why the civilization of the Bloodline can climb to the first place in terms of complexity is driven by only two core forces: the collective memory system built by the Echo Tree, and the ideological friction between the three faith schools."

"Both are indispensable."

"If we can launch a targeted attack on the core nodes of the Echoing Tree before the final rating of the Great Reckoning... once the collective memory is interrupted, the civilization complexity value will plummet in a short period of time."

"At that time, the bloodline will not be able to rank in terms of area, and its only advantage in terms of civilization will also disappear completely."

She paused for a moment at this point.

"Of course, this will require the use of some reserve forces."

"Reserve forces... indeed we should use reserve forces, but it's not enough."

Aisha touched the long vine snake that was clinging to her body.

The Bright-Eyed Witch blinked: "Not enough?"

"Targeted strikes are too conservative."

Her voice was flat, yet it sent a chill down Serafina's spine.
"I don't want to interrupt their civilization process; I want to completely cleanse them."

Seraphine opened her mouth, as if to say something, but before she could utter a sound, Ashe continued:
“A complete cleanup, leaving no survivors, no seeds, no… traces.”

She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

Experience told her that she should shut up at this point.

But her intuition told her that she should try to persuade her one last time.

"chief."

"Ok?"

"Ron Ralph has the makings of a king."

She tried her best to maintain a professional and objective tone in her voice:
“He has the protection of at least two Witch Kings, as well as an ancient being of quasi-Witch King level in the Great Abyss.”

"If we completely wipe out his race in the arena... even if the rules allow it, we'll have completely broken ties with him."

Ashe responded quickly:
"Then let's scare him before he retaliates."

Upon hearing this, Serafina looked to Dalíu for help.

Darius's mechanical eyes displayed a range of emotions, but none of them conveyed the "we should try to persuade them again" message she had hoped to see.

He just shrugged.

"Since the chief has said so, let's begin."

Serafina looked at the map of the Bloodline's territory on the panel and sighed.

After all that, it turns out everything he asked Sheena to do is going to be for nothing.

She knew that there was no point in continuing to persuade her.

Once Ashe makes up her mind, the entire Blue Garden will begin to act under that will.

So she swallowed back her prepared rebuttal and asked only one practical question:
"So, what specific forces should be used?"

Aisha's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the stone wall on the left side of the council hall, which was completely covered by evergreen plants.

That wall has never been fully seen by anyone since the first day that the Azure Garden was built.

The vegetation was so dense and deep that the stone wall itself only provided support; the real weight was supported by the vines and leaves.

"Release half of the seal."

This sentence made Dalius turn his head to the side.

Half of the Tree of Life School has been operating on the small chessboard for over a thousand years, and the power it actually uses for offense has never exceeded 20% of its total reserves.

The remaining part has been sleeping behind that stone wall.

Those were alien plants and semi-living things that Aishe had collected and modified from the losers over the long years.

"Strange Color Withered Vines" is a corrosive vine that can quickly convert its host into nutrients.

Due to its dangerous nature, it was explicitly prohibited from being planted by the Alliance of Schools as early as the end of the Third Era, but Ashe preserved dozens of them under the guise of research.

The "Black Bone Towering Tree" has a root system that extends for kilometers. During its growth, it can actively analyze the magical composition of other life forms in the soil and release targeted inhibitors.

Its location is a forbidden zone. Any creature that ventures into the area influenced by its roots will either lose its magical power or be decomposed at the cellular level, becoming nutrients for the giant tree's growth.

"Dream Flower" is a flower that can release hallucinogenic spores over a wide area. When its pollen is inhaled, it can induce deep hallucinations in intelligent beings.

In extreme cases, it can cause the victim's consciousness to collapse, permanently sinking them into a hallucination from which they cannot escape.

While the Echoing Tree grants its offspring a certain degree of mental resistance, its pollen acts on the physical nervous system, theoretically allowing them to bypass the tree's protection.

There is also "Xirangjun," a mixed fungal community that can rewrite the composition of the soil matrix, specifically targeting local mineral veins and sealing underground passages.

Each of these items, taken individually, is a rare and powerful weapon in a public server.

Serafina silently compared these things with the current defense system of the Bloodline.

The Bloodline Sunburn Line was designed to target Vanguard Vine and Spine Tree.

The usual suppression methods used on the front lines of the Green Tide campaign had virtually no effect on blocking the corrosive liquid of the Heterogeneous Withering Vine.

The pyroxene armor is hard enough to withstand sharp claws and weapons.

The inhibitor of the Black Bone Towering Tree affects the flow of magical energy.

Beast riders represent the Bloodline's greatest military breakthrough in recent years, but what happens when those tamed, mutated beasts encounter the hallucinogenic spores of the Dream Core Flower...?

The bryophyte is the slowest and also the most deadly.

Because it doesn't kill people, it quietly and slowly erodes the energy foundation upon which bloodline civilization depends.

"When cleaning, it must be thorough."

Aisha's voice was flat: "It's better not to do it at all than to do it halfway."

Serafina stared at the stone wall covered with plants and remained silent for a long time.

In the end, she simply lowered her head and said, "Yes, ma'am."

…………

The message reached Ron in a manner characteristic of Antigonus's subtlety and decorum.

It was a routine notification sent under the name of "Grid Space Maintenance Reminder".

In the appendix at the end of the notice, there is a text written in very small font, which is a report on the recent anomalies in magic density in the West District.

Ron zoomed in on the original report, read the first line, and understood what Antigonus was trying to say.

The western region, the buffer zone between the Green Tide and the Bloodline Hills, has shown signs of a large-scale magical convergence over the past two weeks.

The density and variety of plants gathered were too great to be considered normal plant ecological expansion.

He closed the notification window and looked at the moonstone lamp stand next to him.

A moth covered in tiny characters floats above it, its wings fluttering gently.

"The Voice of Kings".

He called out softly, and the moth's wings paused for a moment, then began to vibrate violently.

The text on the surface of the wings began to flow, converge, and rearrange, spreading out subtly within the sealed channel.

Ron closed his eyes and tried to make out the details.

He had worked with the moth long enough to learn how to extract useful information from the buzzing.

"Good heavens." When he compared the two sources of information, the picture he pieced together was even more serious than he had expected.

Beyond military strikes, the Tree of Life School's goal is the complete extermination of its race.

Multiple sealed species will simultaneously target the three pillars of the bloodline, employing a multi-pronged approach to uproot them completely, leaving no possibility of revival.

Ron stood up and walked to the observation window of the grid space.

It was nighttime in Dawn City, and the entire mountain city was enveloped in a warm orange-gold hue.

In the underground passages of Deep Sun City, the roots of the Echoing Tree extend silently.

Since you're going to break off relations, don't blame me for striking first.

"Acelia".

"...Speak quickly if you have something to say."

Do you remember what I said before?

"You've said so much, how am I supposed to know which sentence I'm referring to?"

The door to the [Threshold of Darkness] slowly unfolded in the corner of the grid space.

The isolation wards behind the door stood silently in the void.

Over the years, he has only activated the "zoo" of detainees a handful of times.

More often than not, they will simply be used to assist in research.

“I said, one day, when I need to open that door and let all these guys out.”

"That scene must be spectacular."

He took out the list, his gaze sweeping over number 01, pausing for a second on number 02, and then continuing downwards.

04, that piece of flesh that is forever devouring and regenerating itself.

05, Dream-Eating Winged Serpent.

09, The Deep Cave Bard.

02, a cohesive entity of pure fear.

Those things that are too terrifying, like "Number Seven," whose operating mechanism he still doesn't understand, can't be released so easily.

These four are just right, and they can effectively restrain the Green Tide system.

Thinking of this, his finger stopped on the activation screen of the panel.

"...Are you really going to do this?" Acelia was still somewhat hesitant.

"She's going to wipe out my seedlings." Ron looked at the myriad lights of the Bloodline City on the observation screen:

"Then I'll let her know just how much of an enemy she's messed with."

With that, the seal was officially lifted.

Number 05, Dream Eater.

The giant bird stretched its body out of the isolation chamber, greedily scanning the unfamiliar space.

Ron tightened his starlight chain around its neck, gripping the reins.

The Dream-Eating Winged Serpent let out a low, unwilling howl before finally falling silent.

The second isolation chamber, number 09, is the Deep Cave Bard.

The irregular sphere made a sickeningly wet sound as it rolled down.

Bubbles rise and fall on the surface of the sphere, and each bubble releases a musical sound when it bursts.

Ron covered it with a "silencing shield" made of a veil of chaos, temporarily sealing the music inside.

The third isolation chamber, number 01, is the eternally hungry chunk of flesh.

The mass of flesh, which was constantly devouring and regenerating itself, began to expand wildly after being freed from its restraints.

Countless tiny mouths opened and closed, making a series of "tsk tsk" sounds.

Its hunger is inexhaustible, and its regeneration is endless.

If released unchecked into any ecosystem, it will devour all surrounding organic matter like a bottomless pit.

First came the microorganisms in the soil, then the grass, then the shrubs, the trees... until the entire area became a desolate wasteland that had been completely devoured.

For the Green Tide ecosystem, this lump of flesh is the purest form of poison.

It does not rely on photosynthesis, cannot be parasitized, and does not need sunlight.

It does only one thing: eat, until everything is eaten up.

The fourth isolation chamber, number 02, is a condensation of pure fear.

The very existence of this thing is a weapon.

If it is released into the core area of ​​the green tide, the collective consciousness of the mother nest flower will be completely disrupted.

Four extradimensional creations floated side by side in front of Ron.

A crimson-winged bird, a ball of slimy bone, a piece of eternally hungry flesh, a faceless human form.

They have completely different appearances, varying levels of danger, and diverse attack methods.

But at this moment, they all have one thing in common—they are about to be released around the green tide.

Ron's finger hovered above the control panel for a moment before falling.

The first spatial tremor pierced through the dimensional barrier, creating a noticeable ripple within the public server.

Antico, who was far away in the management of the small chessboard, noticed the unusual activity at almost the same time.

He was working on a document about changes to the rules for the final open period when his pen suddenly stopped.

"This is……"

The Void [Mercury Lady] instinctively expanded her perception domain.

The second spatial oscillation followed closely behind, and was even more intense than the first.

In the management system's backend logs, a series of red alerts began to flash.

[Non-standard species detected - Source: User of grid γ-17]

[Target Area: Southwest Quadrant of Public Servers, ID SW-0047892]

Antigonus put down the documents in his hand.

He stared at the glaring red alert on the back-end log, and gradually couldn't help but smile.

Of course we won't interfere.

The current rules already allow for large-scale species releases, and as long as the releasers are eligible to participate, the management system will only record them and not block them.

He marked the red alert in the log as "read" and then picked up his mercury pen again.

He continued working on the rule adjustment document, but the smile on his face did not fade.

After all, he had long disliked the Tree of Life school of people.

The third spatial tremor was followed by the fourth.

Every shock means that another isolation ward is unsealed.

Another terrifying being from the abyss, rift, or forgotten dimension has been released into the green tide region of that miniature planet.

In the global perception network of the public service provider, the data curve of the green tide area began to fluctuate dramatically.

These data changes were simultaneously pushed to the terminals of every participant who was paying attention to the situation.

In the duty room of the Iron Tide management team, three Dark Sun-level wizards simultaneously raised their heads from the control panel.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What happened over at Green Tide?"

On the Abyss School's side, the rotating high wizard stared dumbfounded at the data screen in front of him.

The ecological stability index of the Green Tide region is collapsing at a rate he has never seen before.

"This is not a natural disaster, it is...man-made."

Deep within the Azure Garden, Ashe suddenly opened her eyes.

In her light sleep, she dreamt of Cassandra's cold and beautiful face, and the moment when her ethereal body was forcefully devoured by her.

The mother flower has a small portion of consciousness connected to her.

Therefore, when they are completely overwhelmed by pure fear, that fear is also partially transmitted to them.

Under the powerful control of the pure fear aggregate, the eternally hungry chunk of flesh began to feast.

The Pioneer Vine was among the first to be devoured by it; all the acids, toxins, and chemical signals were merely "seasoning" in the face of the meat chunks.

It ate happily.

Then, it began to eat the spine tree, mycelium, and humus.

After finishing eating, they began to eat everything in the soil that could be called "organic matter".

After finishing eating, it paused for a few seconds and then started eating itself.

Then it regenerates, and you can continue eating it.

The Dream-Eating Winged Serpent hovered above the green tide.

When its shadow sweeps across the earth, the vegetation below produces a peculiar reaction:

The leaves curl up, the stomata close, and photosynthesis completely stops.

The Dream Eater's "Dream Cocoon" ability is also effective against plants.

Although the collective consciousness of the mother nest flower does not dream, it possesses an information processing cycle similar to that of a dream.

When the mental fluctuations of the Dream-Eating Winged Serpent permeate these conditioning cycles, the consciousness of the Mother Nest Flower becomes trapped in an infinite loop of "pseudo-memory".

It will repeatedly recall disasters that never happened, such as fires, droughts, pests, and toxin invasions, and mobilize actual defense resources for each "pseudo-disaster".

Resources are being consumed in dealing with false threats, while the real threats are being ignored.

The music of the deep cave bards is penetrating all physical barriers and echoing through the underground roots of the green tide.

Those sound waves that can dissolve self-awareness are the most lethal weapon against the distribution consciousness of the mother nest flower.

The operation of distributed consciousness depends on each node having a clear understanding of its own role.

Each node needs to know who it is, where it is, who it should send signals to, and who it should receive instructions from.

When music permeates the communication channels between nodes, the nodes begin to forget who they are.

The signal bounces wildly between nodes, bringing more chaos with each transmission.

Four powerful weapons, four directions, four completely different attack modes.

However, they all point to the same goal: to completely dismantle the Green Tide from within.

Serafina practically ran into the main hall.

"chief!"

She neither bowed before the large lotus seedpod nor waited for a response.

"Four unidentified organisms appeared simultaneously in our hinterland."

"The collective consciousness of the mother flower group has been severely disrupted, and the signal network disorder rate has exceeded 60%..."

"I know."

Ash's voice interrupted her.

"He didn't choose to defend; he chose to attack."

“And…” her lips twitched slightly, “they directly invaded our homeland.”

Serafina opened her mouth.

She wanted to say something, such as, "I warned you a long time ago," or "We must now revise the battle plan."

But saying these words now seems like hindsight.

"My lord," she finally asked simply, "what should we do now?"

Ash did not answer.

Her consciousness is extending outward along the root communication network, attempting to assess the actual extent of the damage.

She "saw" chunks of meat devouring everything in the pioneer vines;
The fear aggregate paralyzed the consciousness nodes of the Mother Nest Flower one by one;

The shadow of the Dream-Eating Winged Serpent hovered in the sky, turning the photosynthetic cycle into a tangled mess.

The music emanating from that sludge ball was dismantling the communication network wire by wire.

"Seraphina, go back to the core defense area and take care of those four things."

"Otherwise, the Green Tide will be finished before the final opening period."

On the other side, Ron watched the glorious results he had achieved through a holographic projection.

Antigonus was right; the endgame is a real meat grinder.

What kind of meat is put in the meat grinder and who grinds it is not something that only veteran players can decide.

From a tactical perspective, this is also the most efficient way to counterattack.

If you want to wipe out my clan, I'll first destroy your homeland.

Before your army could even set out, your rear camps were already engulfed in flames.

Attack where the enemy must defend; this is a choice any strategically competent person would make. (End of Chapter)