Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 98 Yang Yanlong's Past Farewell
"Alchemical explosives..." Ron remembered the fragments he saw in the library.

According to records, alchemical explosives was originally invented by a wizard named Hermann by accident.

While he was trying to combine magic crystals with specific minerals, an accidental explosion occurred, nearly destroying the entire laboratory.

The power of an ordinary alchemical explosive is enough to rival the attack spells of a formal wizard, and in some cases it is even more terrifying - because it does not rely on the caster's magic power and will burst out with constant power once activated.

Ron remembered a field experiment Andre had once described.

He saw a senior apprentice throwing an inconspicuous silver ball at the target, followed by a dazzling white light and a deafening roar.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the hill that was more than ten meters high had turned into dust, leaving only a deep hole on the ground.

"It's just that the price is too high..." Ron sighed.

That incredibly powerful alchemical explosive was said to have cost a senior apprentice several months' savings, and if sold alone it would be worth at least several whole magic stones.

However, as long as it can be stimulated through magic wires, a novice apprentice can also deliver a blow comparable to that of a formal wizard. It's terrifying to think about it.

"Andre initially tried the alchemy route..." Ron recalled the setbacks the Thirteenth Prince had mentioned.

"Now I have become a professional potion master, and I have mastered basic potions."

Ron planned in his mind, his fingers unconsciously stroking the lines on the surface of the crystal:
"From now on, I no longer need to devote all my energy to accumulating experience points in Potions. I can now devote some of my energy to exploring the new path of alchemy."

Although Alchemy and Potions are two different disciplines, they share similarities in many aspects such as material processing and energy control.

Especially after systematic training as a potion master, one has a deeper understanding of the properties and reactions of various extraordinary materials, which will undoubtedly greatly shorten the time it takes to get started with alchemy.

What's more, the cheat code of unlimited career slots is precisely prepared for this kind of multi-line development.

"You can ask Andre later if he can transfer his alchemy books to me."

Ron thought to himself, as if he had already seen himself setting up an alchemy workbench in a corner of the workshop:
"Multi-faceted development not only increases strength, but also creates synergy effects between professions, gaining more attribute bonuses."

He has fully realized the benefits of the collaboration between [Potion Master], [Knight Squire], and [Wizard Apprentice].

What kind of sparks will be created if the [Alchemist] is added?
………………

When he walked out of the teaching area, the sunset in the dark foggy jungle was dyeing the entire sky orange-red, and the shadows of the trees were mottled, like an impressionist painting.

Ron walked slowly along the stone path, thinking about what he had learned today and the upcoming test.

As he passed by the dormitory area for candidate apprentices, he noticed that the entire area seemed unusually quiet.

The laughter, quarrels, and various training noises that could be heard in the past have now all disappeared.

"Why is it so quiet?" Ron was a little confused, and then he suddenly remembered today's date - it was the annual "Cleaning Day".

Those candidate apprentices who failed to be promoted within the deadline have now been expelled or selected.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously quickened his pace, with an indescribable complex emotion welling up in his heart:

"If it weren't for the golden finger, I might be among those expelled right now."

One year ago today, he was still the ignorant boy who had just been brought to the Black Mist Jungle by the white-robed wizard. He had low mental strength and a worrying future.

After returning to his residence, Ron began to pack his simple luggage and prepare to officially move out of the dormitory.

Although he already has his own independent workshop, he has not completed the move due to being busy with various matters in the past two days.

"Let's move out of here completely today."

He looked around the simple room that had been with him for nearly a year, his fingers gently stroking the scratches on the windowsill left by years of keeping the window open, and a sense of reluctance welled up in his heart.

This small space has witnessed his struggles and continuous growth, and he has spent countless late nights reading by lamplight here.

He studied the "Basic Meditation Method" over and over again, and later practiced the "Whispers of the Star Eater" at the risk of mental pollution.

Here, he had read the book "Basics of Potions" until the edges were torn and filled it with countless detailed notes.

Just as he was immersed in his memories, a knock on the door brought him back to reality.

Ron opened the door and saw Andre standing outside with a cloth bag in his hand.

The blond boy's face looked a little tired, with obvious dark circles under his eyes.

"You've come just in time." He smiled and made way. "I was just about to move my things to the workshop."

Andre seemed a little nervous. After entering the room, he quietly helped Ron pack his things, which was obviously different from his usual casual attitude.

His back was straight and his movements were extremely cautious, as if he was facing a superior. His eyes kept dodging to avoid looking directly at Ron.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ron noticed his friend's abnormality and made a joke:

"Are you possessed by a ghost? Or did you have a nightmare last night?"

Normally, at this point, Andre would have responded with a joke or a more exaggerated one.

But today, the blond boy just forced a smile, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible:

"Nothing, just... I saw some things and felt something."

Ron stopped what he was doing and looked at Andre seriously. "Is it today's cleanup?" Andre nodded, a hint of bitterness appearing on his face.
"Yes, I saw firsthand how they dealt with those...apprentice candidates who failed to be promoted within the deadline."

"I met a few...former fellow villagers."

Andre continued, his voice trembling slightly:

"They knelt down and begged me to introduce them to you, hoping to become your slaves. But I... I refused."

He raised his head, his eyes flashing with complex emotions: "Ron...did I do something wrong? Maybe I should..."

"You're absolutely right," Ron interrupted.
"I do need an assistant, but not an ordinary person without any special talents. Besides, resources are limited, and every useless person we have will distract us."

Andre's expression changed slightly. He obviously didn't expect Ron to express his opinion so directly and coldly.

In his impression, although the other party was rational, he had never shown such a tough side.

"but……"

Ron's tone softened again. He looked at the other party and said something suggestive:
"If I meet someone truly talented, regardless of their background, I'm willing to give them a chance. This is how the world works. Only when you have your own value can you earn the right to survive."

Andre nodded, seeming relieved.

"Don't think too much about it."

Ron patted him on the shoulder casually:

"Help me move that box of books to the door, and let's go to the new workshop together. By the way, I have a new idea to discuss with you, regarding the bloodline activation ceremony."

Andre's attention was immediately drawn, and that familiar vitality returned to his eyes: "What idea?"

Ron began to explain a little while carefully placing several books into the bag:

"I've been studying ancient books on bloodline activation these past few days and have discovered some interesting clues."

He took a tattered notebook from the shelf and opened a page:
"Did you know? The Bloodline Activation Potion was originally designed for alien slaves to enhance their innate extraordinary characteristics. But in the middle of the Second Era, some people began to experiment with using it on humans to activate the ancient bloodlines hidden in their bodies."

Andre was immediately attracted by this topic, and the worry in his eyes was temporarily replaced by curiosity: "Really? I've never heard of this."

"Because most attempts fail."

Ron turned to another page of his notebook, which was densely packed with various experimental data:

"The earliest bloodline activation potion formula was too radical and lacked careful adjustments to human physiological characteristics, resulting in severe distortion in most test subjects. The success rate was despairingly low, only around one percent."

He pointed to a paragraph on his notebook:
"But as the formula continued to improve, the success rate gradually increased. By the beginning of the Third Era, a relatively stable human-specific bloodline activation potion had been developed. This is the foundation of your royal inheritance."

"So your new idea is..." Andre looked at Ron expectantly.

"I believe that traditional bloodline activation rituals rely primarily on external stimulation to awaken dormant bloodlines, but this method often makes it difficult to control the direction and intensity of the awakening."

Ron explained, a thoughtful glint in his eyes:

"If we use a specific combination of potions, we might be able to more accurately guide the bloodline awakening process, or even trace it back to a more ancient and pure source."

He closed the notebook in his hand and his expression became serious:

"The Farouk royal family's bloodline contains the characteristics of the 'Sunfire Dragon,' and traditional activation methods can only awaken the 'Salami' or 'Wyvern' bloodline at best. However, if a special 'targeted activation potion' could be prepared, perhaps it could directly target the most ancient and pure 'Sunfire Dragon' bloodline."

Andre's breathing became noticeably faster: "Is this...really possible?"

"It's theoretically feasible, but the risks are also quite high."

Ron didn't hide it: "Any attempt to deviate from the traditional path may bring unpredictable consequences, including bloodline distortion. Especially when trying to directly activate an older and purer bloodline, the rejection reaction will be more severe."

Andre fell into deep thought, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, considering the pros and cons of this proposal.

But soon, a determined light ignited in his eyes again:

"I'm willing to try before you. After all, the Farouk royal family's bloodline is relatively stable. Most people have awakened the 'Salami' or 'Wyvern' bloodline, so the probability of distortion is low."

He paused, his tone becoming resolute, every muscle on his face tense, revealing an almost crazy determination:

"Also, I hope to become stronger, at least to make myself worthy enough to stay here."

Ron looked at the determination in his friend's eyes and finally nodded:
"Okay, starting tomorrow, I'll begin the preparations. Help me move these things today, then go back and collect the materials on the list. We'll discuss the specific formula in detail tomorrow."

The two of them each picked up a cloth bag and left this shabby dormitory that was about to become a thing of the past.

The corridor was still eerily quiet, and the entire dormitory area for candidate apprentices was shrouded in an eerie silence.

The occasional vague shouts coming from afar made the atmosphere even more suffocating and depressing.

When leaving the candidate apprentice dormitory area, Ron looked back for the last time at this place that carried all his memories of when he first arrived in the Black Mist Jungle.

His eyes swept over the familiar buildings; every brick and every window seemed to bear the mark of his growth.

Although my rapid growth was due to extra support, at least the countless hard days and nights, the sweat and the pain were real.

"Goodbye... No, never see you again." He said in his heart, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)