Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

The magical lights inside the stone chamber cast a soft, warm glow, yet the atmosphere was as cold as the dead of winter.

Ron leaned back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously twirling a silver coin, his gaze fixed on the anxious vampire witch opposite him.

"Euphemisma, go and pretend to be sick."

He suddenly spoke, his voice as casual as if he were discussing today's dinner menu.

Euphemia paused, a look of confusion flashing in her red eyes: "Master, you mean..."

"literal meaning."

Ron tossed the silver coin up and caught it, making a crisp "clink" sound.

"Make those three moles think that something is wrong with you, that you're out of control, and that you could die at any moment."

He watched the silver coin twirl between his fingers, his tone remaining calm:

"Snakes will not show their full fangs to healthy prey; they will wait until the prey is weak, injured, and unable to resist."

"At that time..."

The silver coin stopped spinning and stood upright on his fingertip:
"They will open their mouths wide without reservation."

Euphemia's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

She certainly understood this principle.

Thirty years of power struggles taught her at least one thing: no one will deliberately expose themselves when the enemy is strong.

But the problem is...

"If I really become 'sick,' will they directly take action to seize power?"

Her voice trembled slightly:

"I mean, what if they take the opportunity to seize complete control of Twilight City..."

"That's just right."

Ron interrupted her:

“Euphemisma, your biggest problem right now is not that the enemy is too strong, but that the enemy is too well hidden.”

He stood up, walked to the crystal sand table, and gently ran his fingers across it.

A 3D map of Twilight City appeared on the sand table, with densely packed dots representing the distribution of various forces.

"Look at this."

Ron pointed to a seemingly normal area on the map:

"Ivan has an intelligence network, but do you know exactly which nodes he controls?"
Can you be sure how many of your "hidden agents" have already been turned by him?

Euphemia opened her mouth, but found herself unable to speak.

She... really didn't know.

"Look at this one too."

Ron's finger moved to another area:
"Serafina controls the finances, and on the surface, the accounts are crystal clear."

But behind those 'reasonable' expenditures, how much actually ends up in the pockets of the Heart Clan?

"And Alyosha."

His finger finally stopped at the assembly hall in the center of the city:
"Of those small clans he 'convinced,' how many are truly loyal to you, and how many are merely waiting for a new master?"

Each question was like a knife, piercing Euphemia's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

Because she... couldn't answer any of them.

“If these hidden cancers are not actively ‘activated,’ you will never find out how deep their roots are.”

Ron turned around, his deep eyes looking directly at her:
"So, use your 'weakness' as bait to lure them into revealing their true hand."

"When a snake thinks its prey is powerless to resist..."

His voice was low, carrying a chilling murderous intent:
"It will open its mouth without reservation."

"And that moment was when we chopped off its neck."

He walked back to Euphemia and looked down at her:
"Once they are all exposed, I will wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

Euphemia remained silent for a long time.

She could sense the brilliance of the plan—using herself as bait to detonate all the hidden dangers at once.

It is both fast and efficient, and the losses can be kept to a minimum.

however……

“Master, I do have the power of chaos within me, but it was a ‘modification’ bestowed by Lord Nari, and it is extremely stable.”

She looked up, her eyes filled with confusion:

“Even if I wanted to act out of control, those vampires who are skilled in bloodline perception could tell the difference between the real and the fake.”

Especially Ivan, who is an elite in this field and extremely sensitive to various anomalies..."

"Therefore, this scene was not 'acted'."

Nari's voice suddenly resounded from the depths of Euphemia's consciousness:

It really happened!

The vampire witch's pupils suddenly contracted.

The next second, she felt the chaotic power within her body begin to stir.

The power that was originally precisely controlled and integrated with the bloodline now began to run rampant like a wild horse.

"what……"

Euphemia let out a suppressed groan and collapsed to her knees.

She could clearly feel something wriggling under her skin.

The veins began to twist and deform, becoming more chaotic from their original regular tree-like structure, appearing faintly on the surface of her skin.

"Don't worry, little mare~"

Nari said gently:

"Mom has only temporarily 'released' some control over the chaotic power within you."

It's like loosening the ropes a little, letting the caged beast stick out its claws slightly.

"It won't really get out of control, it just... looks like it's about to."

Euphemia gritted her teeth, struggling to stay conscious.

But she could feel that the fingertips of her right hand were starting to feel strange:
The color of his skin changed from pale to bluish-purple, then to dark gray, and finally to the pitch black that only creatures from the abyss possess.

The nails fall off, replaced by a sharper, more twisted layer of black keratin.

Those "fingernails" grew and lengthened, eventually forming a bizarre structure resembling the limbs of an arthropod.

"Mirror……"

She said, trembling:
"Give me a mirror..."

Ivy was already standing at the doorway, holding a silver mirror in her hands.

When Euphemia saw herself in the mirror, she froze.

That once beautiful face is now undergoing subtle changes:
The iris of my left eye began to split, from one pupil to three, five, seven...

Those tiny pupils were arranged like a honeycomb, each rotating independently and gazing in a different direction.

The skin on the forehead bulged, forming a shell-like structure.

The scariest thing is her hair.

The once smooth, long hair is now "coming alive":
The hair ends begin to split, wriggle, and deform, eventually transforming into tiny tendrils.

The tentacles swayed in the air, their tips secreting a viscous liquid that dripped onto the ground with a hissing, corrosive sound.

"This...this is..."

Euphemia's voice was trembling.

"This is the true manifestation of 'rejection reaction'."

Ron said calmly:

“Nari deliberately relaxed the constraints on the chaotic power within you, allowing it to exhibit its most primal and uncontrolled state.”

“Those tentacles, compound eyes, and alienated limbs... are all real features of chaos.”

He approached Euphemia and carefully observed the changes in her:

"Any vampire with a keen sense of perception can confirm that these characteristics cannot be faked."

The aura of the abyss, the fluctuations of chaos, and that 'alienating feeling' that terrified one's bloodline instincts…

"They are all genuine."

Euphemia looked at the strange monster in the mirror and felt a deep-seated fear.

That fear stems both from the physical alienation and from the dread of "loss of control" itself.

What if Nari makes a mistake?

What if these chaotic features cannot be recovered?
What if she becomes a monster forever?
"Don't worry, little mare~"

Nari seemed to sense her fear and reassured her in time:

"Mom has absolute control over every wisp of chaotic energy within you~"

"These 'out-of-control' appearances can be brought back at any time. Just like putting a cage on a wild animal, it will obediently go back inside."

"but……"

The Chaos Apostle's tone became playful:
"If you misbehave during this period, Mommy wouldn't mind letting you really 'experience' what it feels like to be completely out of control~"

Euphemia shivered.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Fear is useless; the only option now is to cooperate with Ron's plan and pray that everything goes well.

"I understand."

She lowered her head:

"Master, what do you need me to do?"

"First of all, this state cannot be fully exposed at once."

Ron picked up the parchment and began to explain in detail:
"Too sudden will arouse suspicion; we need to create a 'gradual deterioration' process."

"On the first day, only expose mild symptoms in private settings."

For example, in the lab, let Ivy 'accidentally' see the mutation in your right hand.

"She will show concern, and you will warn her to keep it a secret."

"But the secrets between the maids..."

Ron sneered:

"It can never be held onto."

Euphemia suddenly realized.

Ivy would deliberately reveal the "secret" to the other maids during casual conversations, and those maids would then "inadvertently" let the news spread.

Information spread through gossip is often more believable than official announcements.

"The symptoms worsened on the second day."

Ron continued:
"When handling government affairs, in front of several core members, the compound eye feature of the left eye would be briefly displayed."

“Ivan will be there, he will see.”

“You need to appear to be ‘trying to suppress’ your emotions, then abruptly end the meeting, claiming you need a break.”

"On the third day..."

His voice grew even colder:

"It completely erupted."

"In the central square of Twilight City, in front of everyone, let the chaotic features completely spiral out of control."

"Tentacles, compound eyes, mutated limbs, and the abyssal aura that terrifies even ordinary vampires—release them all."

"Then……"

A cold glint flashed in Ron's eyes:
"Ivy 'forcibly' brought you back to the lab and announced that you must enter a long-term seclusion for recuperation."

"During this period, I handled all government affairs on your behalf."

After hearing the entire plan, Euphemia felt a deep chill.

Every step of this plan was meticulously designed:

From "private leak" to "public exposure" and then to "complete outbreak".

The three stages provided ample time for the moles to observe, confirm, and then react.

When they finally believed that Euphemia had spiraled out of control and that Twilight City was about to be leaderless...

The trap was now completely closed.

"I will cooperate, Master."

she whispered.

"very good."

Ron nodded, then looked at Ivy:

"Notify the other 'blood brides' to prepare."

"They'll be very busy in the next few days."

Ivy bowed respectfully, her skirt spreading out on the ground like a black flower.

"Yes, Master."

After Ivy left, only Ron and Euphemia remained in the lab.

The vampire witch looked at the half-human, half-monster image in the mirror and suddenly spoke:
"Master... what if this plan fails..."

"It will not fail."

Ron interrupted her:
"Because you don't deserve to fail."

He closed the door before leaving, and the laboratory fell silent once more.

Euphemia stood alone in front of the mirror, looking at the reflection of the strange monster.

The black arthropod on its right hand trembled slightly, the compound eye structure of its left eye slowly rotated, and the tendrils formed from its hair swayed in the air...

"Thirty years..."

She murmured to herself:
"Everything I've built up over thirty years, I'm going to destroy with my own hands now..."

But then she shook her head.

Those so-called "establishments" were nothing but a false bubble from the very beginning.

She never truly held the reins; those three traitors had long since turned Twilight City into a puppet of the Heart Clan.

"In that case..."

Euphemia looked at the monster in the mirror, a resolute glint in her eyes:
"Then let's make this performance as thorough as possible."

...............

In a private room of the "Blood Moon Tavern" on the second basement level of Twilight City.

Ivan Valentine is reviewing the latest batch of experimental data, his brow furrowed.

As the Heart Clan's research director stationed in Twilight City, he had been secretly monitoring all of Euphemia's research progress for the past thirteen years:
Every recipe, every experiment, and every piece of data would be transmitted back to the clan headquarters through the intelligence network he had established.

However, recently, Euphemia's research has suddenly come to a standstill.

No, it's less of a stagnation and more of... chaos.

"The eighty-seventh formula test failed."

"Eighty-eighth attempt, failed."

"The eighty-ninth attempt failed again."

Ivan's fingers slid across the report, his tone revealing dissatisfaction:

"Eighty-seven to one hundred and two tests, all failed."

"This is not normal."

Seraphina, sitting opposite, picked up her glass and took a sip; her scarlet lips looked particularly alluring in the dim light.
"Perhaps this 'princess' who grew up in the laboratory has finally reached the end?"

"After all, she was essentially just a half-baked wizard, neither a top-notch potion master nor a true bloodline expert."

"It's already quite an achievement to have come this far."

The question is, why did she suddenly fail?

Ivan put down the report and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses:

"Although progress was slow before, each experiment was valuable."

This either rules out a wrong direction or confirms a hypothesis.

"But this recent batch of experiments..."

He frowned:
"The data is chaotic, the logic is flawed, and some of the experiments are designed in a way that does not conform to the basic principles of potion-making."

"just like……"

Ivan lowered his voice:
"The person who conducted the experiment was not her at all."

A brief silence fell over the private room.

Serafina put down her glass, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes:
"You mean, something happened to Euphemia?"

"It's not certain yet."

Ivan shook his head:

"I've already instructed the informants lurking in the lab to increase surveillance. If there really is a problem..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

A short, vampire servant strode in, his face showing obvious panic.
"Lord Ivan! Something terrible has happened!"

"Why panic!"

Serafina scolded:
"How dignified!"

"But...but..."

The male servant's voice trembled:
"I overheard Ms. Ivy talking to another maid in the hallway just now..."

He swallowed his saliva:

"Lady Euphemia's body has shown serious abnormalities!"

"What's abnormal?"

Ivan suddenly stood up.

"They say... the Chaos Transformation caused a rejection reaction."

The servant's voice grew softer and softer:
"Ms. Ivy said that when she was delivering dinner to the lab yesterday, she saw Lady Euphemia's right hand... turn into some kind of black, arthropod-like shape..."

“And tentacles, growing out of her hair…”

Ivan and Serafina exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

"Transformation and rejection..."

Ivan muttered to himself:

"How is that possible? The power within her body is extremely stable; it has never had any problems in the past thirty years..."

"Could it be fake news? The timing is too coincidental; the wizard just arrived and then something went wrong?"

Serafina frowned:

"Did they conspire to release this to mislead us?"

"Not too possible."

Ivan shook his head:

"The gossip between Ivy and those maids is usually true."

They have no idea we exist, so there's no need for them to act.

"and……"

His expression turned serious:

"If it really is the abyss rejecting something, then that would explain the recent experimental failures."

"Euphemia's condition is unstable, and she is unable to concentrate on precise potion research."

"That's why those experiments were so chaotic..."

Serafina stood up and paced back and forth in the box:

"What should we do if she really loses control?"

"Observe first."

Ivan calmly said:

"Keep all informants on high alert and record every unusual occurrence she makes."

"at the same time……"

He looked at the male servant:
"Inform Alyosha and tell him to prepare."

"If Euphemia really loses all control..."

A cold glint flashed in Ivan's eyes:
“That’s the perfect time for us to take over Twilight City.” Two days later, in the Twilight City council chamber.

Euphemia sat in the main seat, her face as pale as if it were transparent.

She wore a large black robe, with a hood covering most of her face, revealing only her chin and lips.

Seated in the council chamber were representatives from a dozen or so small clans, as well as several core administrators:

Ivan, as the "intelligence chief," sat in the first seat on the left.
Serafina sat second from the right in her capacity as "financial director";
Alyosha stood at the door, nominally the "security chief".

The tridents, all gathered together.

"Everyone."

Euphemia's voice was a little hoarse:
"I've gathered everyone here today to report on the latest research progress..."

Before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly stiffened.

His right hand slid out of his sleeve, and everyone saw that it was no longer in a normal human form.

The skin had an unnatural bluish-gray tint, and black calluses had grown on the fingertips. Those "nails" were as sharp as blades.

The strangest thing was that the skin on my wrist was twitching slightly, as if something was crawling under the skin.

A collective gasp filled the council chamber.

"Lady Euphemia, your hand..."

The chieftain of a small clan spoke, his voice trembling.

"nothing."

Euphemia quickly pulled her hand back into her sleeve, but the movement was too hasty, making it seem like she was trying to hide something.

"It's just that... some reagents got into the skin during the experiment, causing temporary changes."

"It will recover soon."

Her explanation was weak and unconvincing; everyone present could see that she was lying.

That kind of deep-seated alienation is by no means a "temporary" mutation.

Moreover, a faint aura of the abyss permeated the air:
That kind of fluctuation that makes one's bloodline instincts uneasy is a characteristic unique to Abyss mutants.

Ivan sat in his seat, outwardly calm, but inwardly a storm was raging.

It was truly an abyss of rejection, and to a degree far more severe than he had imagined!
"Cough cough..."

Euphemia suddenly started coughing violently.

She covered her mouth with her left hand, but when she removed her hand, a pool of dark red liquid remained on her palm.

"grown ups!"

Ivy immediately rushed forward and supported the swaying Euphemia:
You need to rest!

"I'm fine..."

Euphemia struggled to stand, but a strange light suddenly flashed in her left eye.

Everyone saw it; the iris of that eye was splitting.

One pupil becomes two, two become four, four become eight...

Those tiny compound eyes are arranged like insects, each rotating independently, gazing in a different direction.

"what……"

Euphemia let out a painful groan and covered her face with her hands.

"All...all of you, step back!"

She screamed, her voice filled with obvious pain and fear:

"leave me alone!"

Chaos reigned in the council chamber.

The representatives of the smaller clans retreated, some even rushing towards the door.

Alyosha stood by the door, his face ashen, but he did not stop them.

Even he himself was terrified by the sight before him.

The terrifying "abnormality" phenomenon, which only exists in ancient records and appears only in the main world of wizarding worlds... has actually appeared before our eyes.

"Ivy! Take me back to the lab!"

Euphemia barely managed to maintain her last shred of sanity as she staggered out, supported by her maid.

There was absolutely no acting or pretense involved; the loss of control was real, and her panic was real as well.

"It's really...it's really out of control..."

Ivan muttered to himself.

All my doubts vanished in that instant.

The aura of the abyss, the chaotic fluctuations, and the degree of limb mutation are all impossible to fake.

Euphemia's excessive research into "de-madness" caused a fatal rejection reaction in her own modifications.

Moreover, judging from this situation... it probably won't last much longer.

After Euphemia was helped away by Ivy, the council chamber fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces filled with fear and panic.

After a long silence, the chieftain of a small clan spoke, his voice trembling:
"Lord Ivan... what should we do now?"

"If Lady Euphemia really..."

"First, stabilize the situation."

Ivan forced himself to calm down:

"I will contact several senior bloodline scholars to see if we can find a treatment plan."

"at the same time……"

He looked at everyone present:
"Keep this matter confidential for now. If the news gets out, Twilight City will fall into even greater chaos."

Everyone nodded, but their eyes were filled with worry.

How could something like this possibly be kept secret?

It probably won't be long before even the human residents of the upper outer city will know that their leader is turning into a monster.

By then... everything will collapse.

………………

At dawn, Silas stood atop an abandoned clock tower, overlooking the entire city.

As an experienced enchanter, his task was very clear:

Without alerting the target, monitor all the actions of the three moles.

This is an extremely technically demanding task.

Ordinary monitoring runes are easy to detect, especially when the target is a vampire with a keen senses.

Therefore, Silas adopted a more covert solution – the "echo network".

He took a specially made rune nail from his rune bag.

Each of these rune studs is only the size of a fingernail, and its surface is covered with a tiny array of runes that are almost invisible in sunlight.

Silas's fingers glided lightly across the rune nail, infusing it with magic, and the rune began to glow.

Then he fired these rune pins one by one, shooting them into every corner of the city:

Some were nailed into cracks in the wall;
Some are hidden in the base of streetlights;
Some were even disguised as ordinary pebbles and mixed in with the gravel on the road.

Each rune nail is a node in the "Echo Network".

They do not actively emit any signals; they passively receive surrounding sounds and magical fluctuations, then transform this information into extremely faint resonances.

These resonances are transmitted through the earth, air, and even building structures, eventually converging in the "receiving core" in Silas's hands.

"Node 362 is now set up."

Silas marked the crystal and wiped the sweat from his brow.

After working for several days straight, he finally completed the surveillance network covering the core area of ​​Twilight City.

Now, whenever those three moles speak, cast spells, or even just walk around within the surveillance range, it will be recorded by the "Echo Network".

"Next, it's just waiting."

He leaned against the railing of the clock tower and took out a crystal ball from his pocket.

The surface of the sphere was covered with countless points of light, each point representing a rune node.

At this moment, most of the light spots are dim, with only a few flickering slightly—those are the nodes that are receiving information.

Silas stared at the crystal ball, waiting for the crucial information to appear.

…………

The laboratory's magical lights never went out.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of various reagents.

Ron stood in front of the central control panel, his hands hovering above a rotating magic field.

More than a dozen different materials were suspended in that area:

Fragments of abyssal crystals were slowly melting, the dormant mineral salts released a dark golden glow, and the blood sample of the vampires seemed to wriggle in the container as if it were alive.

"Mentor, the temperature has reached the critical point."

Hermann's voice came from the left.

The silver-haired youth was staring at the floating data array in front of him, his slender fingers moving rapidly through the air, adjusting more than a dozen parameters.

"The third phase of alchemical transformation is about to begin,"

Hermann's voice was steady, carrying the composure that comes from rigorous training:

"According to my calculations, if a chaos stabilizer is introduced at this point, the rejection reaction can theoretically be reduced to 37% of the original formula."

He pushed up the exquisite rune-inscribed glasses on the bridge of his nose:

"Of course, this is just a theoretical value."

The actual effect will depend on the degree of matching between the blood vessel resonance frequencies.

Ron nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the other side of the workbench.

Liz was kneeling on the ground, carefully picking out some kind of mycelium from a petri dish with a pair of slender silver tweezers.

The mycelia are as thin as hair, and appear translucent milky white under the magic light.

Each one was vibrating at a frequency imperceptible to the naked eye, as if it were breathing.

"Sample number 47 has the best activity."

Liz's voice was soft, with her usual caution and seriousness:
"I spent a long time cultivating it, strictly following the temperature curve and magic concentration change table given by you, mentor."

It was checked every two hours, and more than a thousand data points were recorded…

She looked up, and the faint freckles on her face were particularly clear under the blue light.

Her blonde hair was slightly disheveled from days of hard work, but her clear eyes remained focused.
“Mentor, look at this one. Its growth pattern perfectly matches the golden ratio of blood affinity.”

If it is used as a 'guide agent' for the potion, it should allow the power of chaos to penetrate the cellular structure of the vampires more gently..."

Ron took the tweezers and placed the mycelium under the microscope for observation.

Indeed, as Liz said, the internal structure of this mycelium is exceptionally intricate.

Countless tiny vesicles are arranged in a spiral, each containing purified chaotic energy.

This structure ensures that energy release is gradual, slow and steady, like spring rain nourishing the earth.

"very good."

He gave a brief evaluation, but the approval in his tone was clear enough.

Liz blushed slightly, but she didn't say anything. She simply lowered her head again and continued processing the remaining samples.

Thirty years ago, when Ron first started teaching at the Crystal Spire, this blonde girl always sat in the front row.

Her aptitude was only considered above average among that group of students.

His total magical power is not outstanding, his innate perception is not particularly sharp, and even his spellcasting speed is slower than others.

However, it was this seemingly ordinary student who, through decades of diligence and meticulousness, honed himself into the member with the most solid fundamental skills in the elite group.

She remembered every detail, mastered every basic skill, and treated every experiment as if it were the most important thing in her life.

This quality is sometimes more precious than talent.

"Lucia, have the bloodline sample analysis results come back yet?"

Ron turned to another workbench in the corner.

The red-haired witch stood in the center of a giant magic circle, her hands resting on a floating crystal ball.

A drop of blood, originating from the berserk viscount in the wilderness, floated inside the crystal ball.

The blood constantly changed shape within the crystal ball, sometimes condensing into a miniature human figure, sometimes exploding into countless blood mists, and sometimes reforming into some kind of distorted monster outline.

Lucia had her eyes closed, and a faintly glowing rune paper was pasted on her forehead.

Her consciousness was delving into the "memory" of that drop of blood, each drop of blood carrying a portion of the host's life information.

The essence of bloodline studies lies in interpreting this information.

"I saw……"

Her voice was somewhat ethereal, as if she were talking in her sleep:

"That king's 'mark' is deeply imprinted on the soul of every vampire."

That's not just a simple blood connection; it's more like... a 'definition'.

"He defined what 'vampires' are through his existence."

"So when He goes mad, all that He 'defines' is affected..."

Lucia opened her eyes, and those eyes, which were originally shy and gentle, now revealed a sharp insight:
“But supervisor, I also discovered a detail—this ‘definition’ has a ‘frequency’.”

She stretched out her hand, drawing a wave-like pattern in the air:

"Like a broadcast signal, Aiden's consciousness sends 'instructions' to all vampires at a specific frequency."

Frenzy, in essence, is the reception of distorted signals.

"If we can find a way to interfere with this frequency..."

Ron's eyes lit up slightly.

This discovery precisely confirms one of his previous conjectures.

“We will continue with in-depth analysis,” he said.
“Especially the specific value of that ‘frequency’, I need the data to be accurate to six decimal places.”

"Yes, mentor!"

Lucia closed her eyes again, her consciousness sinking once more into the depths of the blood sample.

On the other side, a faint metallic clanging sound came from a corner of the laboratory.

The thin Ashel was squatting in front of a pile of precision instruments, adjusting the device with a specially made rune screwdriver.

He straightened up, a slightly tired but satisfied smile appearing on his face:
"This equipment should meet your precision requirements for 'blood vessel separation'."

Ron went over and checked it, then nodded in approval.

Although this student was not as outstanding as Hermann in theoretical research, his understanding of experimental equipment reached an almost obsessive level.

The tightness of every screw, the direction of every rune circuit, and even the ratio of coolant were all carefully considered.

This dedication to detail is precisely the hallmark of an excellent craftsman.

Albert was standing in front of the storage shelf, carefully placing several Abyss Energy Crystals.

The youngest, Thomas, sat in the corner of the laboratory, organizing a thick experimental logbook.

Six students, each contributing to the team in their own way.

What Ron needs to do is to precisely mesh these different traits together like gears, making the whole team a highly efficient machine.

"Alright." He clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention:

"The first phase of preparations is complete, and we will now begin the formal synthesis."

"Hermann, start the alchemical furnace."

"Lise, put the mycelial sample into the reaction tank."

"Lucia, monitor the bloodline resonance frequency in real time."

"Everyone else, take your positions and proceed according to the plan."

The six students sprang into action.

Various sounds filled the laboratory—the hum of magic circuits, the gurgling of boiling liquids, and the crisp "ding" of runes being activated.

“Mentor, the temperature is stable at 327 degrees,” Herman reported, “and the magic concentration remains within the safe threshold.”

“The mycelium has completely dissolved,” Liz said, staring intently at the reaction tank, “and is now resonating with the blood sample.”

"There's a fluctuation in my bloodline frequency!" Lucia suddenly raised her voice:

"The values ​​are converging towards a stable range—85 Hz, 82 Hz, 79 Hz… and stabilizing at 76.3 Hz!"

The most crucial moment has arrived—the injection of chaotic power.

This step must be extremely precise; too little precision will have no effect, while too much will cause irreversible mutations.

Ron took out a small bottle from his storage bag, which contained a "stabilizer" specially prepared by Nari.

The liquid had a strange, semi-transparent appearance, as if it existed in multiple dimensions simultaneously.

When light shines on it, it both reflects and absorbs, and is both transparent and opaque, giving people a sense of contradiction that cannot be described in words.

"Three drops." Ron silently calculated: "After rigorous calculations, only three drops are possible. One more drop will cause the entire potion to collapse."

He tilted the bottle.

As the first drop fell, the liquid in the reaction tank boiled, and its color changed from dark red to deep purple.

As the second drop fell, the boiling liquid suddenly solidified, and dense, wriggling patterns appeared on its surface.

The third drop... Ron's hand hovered in mid-air.

Everyone held their breath.

The laboratory was eerily quiet, with only the faint hum of the magic circuits operating.

Three seconds later, the third drop fell.

"boom--!"

An invisible shockwave spread out from the reaction tank.

Everyone felt a tremor deep within their souls, as if something was resonating with them.

Then, the liquid returned to calm.

The color is no longer dark red or deep purple, but a completely different hue that lies between the two.

Like the color of the sky at dusk, the moment when day and night alternate.

"Success..."

Herman muttered to himself, his voice filled with immense satisfaction.

Liz covered her mouth tightly, her eyes slightly moist.

Lucia slumped to the ground, her face filled with exhaustion and relief.

The other three students also breathed a sigh of relief. Some were wiping their sweat, some were grinning foolishly, and some simply lay down on the table.

Ron slowly poured the liquid from the reaction tank into a crystal bottle.

The liquid glowed faintly in the bottle, as if it contained a bottle of twilight's radiance.

"The first phase of the prototype is complete."

He held the bottle up to the magic light and examined it closely.

Inside the liquid, you can see tiny specks of light moving.

If taken by vampires, this potion can intervene in the bloodline structure in an extremely gentle way, gradually filtering out Aiden's "madness signals".

And, most importantly:

"This formula needs to be taken long-term, with injections every seven days, for at least three months to stabilize."

Ron turned to look at the students:
“If interrupted, the mania will recur within 48 hours, and it will be more severe than before.”

This is not a defect.

On the contrary, this is a deliberately designed "feature".

Through this dependency, all vampires who use the potion will be firmly bound to Ron's chariot.

They need a continuous supply, stable channels, and... a leader who can protect them and provide them with "life-saving medicine".

Those vampire elites who had lost their fighting ability due to madness will regain their sanity under the effect of the potion.

Although their strength will be weakened, at least they are still "human," capable of thinking, fighting, and contributing to the future of their race.

Given the choice between "becoming a mindless beast" and "remaining conscious but with slightly diminished power," the vast majority of vampires would choose the latter.

"tutor."

Hermann suddenly spoke:
"I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"The addictive nature of this drug... you designed it intentionally, didn't you?" (End of Chapter)