Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

In the laboratory deep within the Chaos Palace.

Ron stood between two extraction arrays, where runes seemed to move and swirl in the air like living things, eventually weaving into two complex and dizzying three-dimensional arrays.

"let's start."

He pressed both hands simultaneously onto the core nodes of the two magic arrays, and magic power surged into the rune circuits like water bursting its banks.

The magic circle on the left suddenly lit up!

The substitute puppet began to slowly rotate, and the surface of the puppet began to peel away.

The outermost layer is the physical material—the foundation that constitutes the "form".

The second layer begins to peel off.

That's a mid-level rune circuit.

Ron’s [Starlight Observer] ability was operating at full power.

"I see……"

He meticulously recorded the structure of these runes, stroke by stroke.

Finally, the core issue was exposed.

It was an extremely tiny, almost invisible gray dot.

But when Ron’s mental power touched it, his entire sea of ​​consciousness trembled—it was a fragment of Victor’s remaining consciousness!
Even though it has been dead for many years, and even though only such tiny remnants remain, the madness, the obsession, and the morbid pursuit of "perfect creation" are still clearly perceptible.

It seemed as if countless voices were roaring:

"I want to create life! Real life! A completely independent new species that does not depend on anything external!"

Ron suppressed his mental discomfort and turned his attention to the magic circle on the right.

The decomposition of the ever-changing illusions is even more bizarre.

The silver liquid began to spontaneously melt—or rather, "deconstruct"—the moment the magic was injected.

What was originally a homogeneous liquid has now separated into countless layers:

The outermost layer is a shape memory alloy.

The middle layer is a dense network of transformation runes.

Their function is clear: to make everything "fixed" become "changeable," and to give "stable" structures the possibility of "flow."

Ron's breath caught for a moment when the core was revealed.

It was a twisted gene chain that flickered with an eerie fluorescence.

To be precise, it should be called a "superhuman gene fragment".

It comes from some unknown life form, a higher organism that can change its own form at will.

Once freed from its constraints, this gene begins to be expressed spontaneously:

One moment it grows scales, the next it generates feathers, and then it transforms into tentacles... showcasing all the possible branches on the tree of life's evolution.

"The core of the two treasures has been completely exposed."

The next step is integration!

He adjusted his breathing and began to draw the two cores closer to each other.

Victor's fragments of consciousness and mutated genes, propelled by magic, slowly approached...

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, one meter...

"boom!!!"

Even with the "power of chaos" as a mediator, the intense rejection reaction still erupted violently after a brief pause!

The air in the laboratory was torn apart into countless turbulent streams by the violent energy impact!
The two forces are like opposites of water and fire, light and darkness, order and chaos; they erupt into a devastating conflict the moment they come into contact!

The "anchoring" property of the substitute puppet was operating wildly, trying to fix everything in its current state—including the constantly changing genetic chain.

It aims to stop "change," to freeze "flow," and to reduce all possibilities to a single "reality"!
But the ever-changing nature of the phantom is precisely what it hates most about being bound by such constraints!

That segment of the gene chain was violently twisted, and its surface fluorescence was so intense that it almost burned the retina.

The two forces were locked in a stalemate in mid-air, and the surrounding space began to visibly distort.

"It's too big!"

Ron broke out in a cold sweat, channeling his mental energy at full power in an attempt to balance the two opposing forces.

The more forcefully you suppress it, the more violent the rebound will be!

The energy shockwave spread outwards in concentric circles, causing beakers and test tubes on the lab table to shatter!
Nari left behind the tentacle that was protecting him, which suddenly tightened and wove into a thick protective cocoon around him, keeping out all the flying debris and runaway energy.

"Baby! Stop!"

Nari's anxious voice rang out in the mental connection:

"These two forces are simply incompatible! Forcing them to merge will only lead to their mutual destruction!"

"I know...I know..."

Ron gritted his teeth and forcibly stopped the output of magic, and the rejection reaction gradually subsided.

"wrong……"

He slowly straightened up, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two remnants of the secret treasure:

"Your line of thinking is wrong."

“I’ve been thinking about how to ‘merge’ them and make the two forces ‘compatible’…”

"But this is completely the wrong direction."

"Anchoring and change, stability and fluidity, fixity and flexibility..."

"They are inherently opposed."

"Forcing opposing forces to merge is like trying to make water burn or fire freeze..."

He closed his eyes, and countless classic alchemical theories flashed through his mind:

The principle of equivalent exchange, the law of conservation of matter, the law of energy transformation...

These are the cornerstones of alchemy, but what he needs to do now is to transcend these "common sense" principles.

"It's not a merger..."

Ron's breathing gradually calmed down, and a brand new idea took shape in his mind:

"I need to reconstruct and gain a deeper understanding of the essence of 'life'."

“Victor was almost successful back then; he merged seven corpses of different races into a completely new life.”

He opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the gray dot of light in the magic circle on the left.

Victor's fragments of consciousness still slumber within it.

The only way to obtain that memory is through historical research.

Ron sat down cross-legged.

"Mom, if anything goes wrong during the process, disconnect me immediately."

He said to Nari.

"I understand, baby."

Nari's tentacles gently stroked his cheek: "Mommy will always be there for you."

Ron nodded and placed his right hand on the core of the stand-in puppet.

The spiritual energy, like a gentle stream, slowly seeped into that gray light spot.

At first, nothing happened.

It was nothingness, darkness.

But as his mental strength deepened, the darkness began to shatter.

Countless fragments of images, like shattered mirrors, danced, spun, and pieced together in the sea of ​​consciousness…

Light and shadow intertwine, time and space are reversed.

Ron felt his consciousness being pulled by some invisible force, traversing the long river of time, crossing the boundary between life and death, the dividing line between reason and madness...

Until suddenly, my vision became clear.

He "saw" a laboratory.

No, it should be said that he "became" the master of the laboratory.

………………

The dim candlelight flickered on the edge of the lab bench, casting an intermittent glow over the entire basement.

The walls were covered with anatomical atlases—human, forest elf, orc, troll, and even a few diagrams showing the internal organs of alien creatures whose names he couldn't recall.

Victor stood in front of the experimental table, with seven corpses neatly arranged before him.

No, it cannot be called a "corpse".

They are "materials," the "components" he uses to realize his ultimate dream.

The first body is a human male.

Young, healthy, and with well-defined muscles, he was a warrior carefully selected from the arena.

The second body is a female elf.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her features were as exquisite as a work of art.

Her nervous system is extremely sensitive, and her reaction speed far exceeds that of humans.

The third one is an orc warrior.

Their muscles are as hard as rock, and their bone density is three times that of humans.

He needs this raw, unadulterated vitality.

The fourth one is a troll.

Ugly and rough, but possessing a regenerative ability that defies common sense.

Even if their limbs are severed, as long as their core remains intact, they can regrow the lost parts within hours.

The fifth one is a snake-man.

Cold-blooded, agile, possessing special glands that can secrete highly toxic substances, and skin that can change color to camouflage itself according to the environment.

The sixth one is a fish-man.

It can breathe underwater, and its skin can efficiently absorb oxygen.

The seventh one, he still doesn't know what race it belongs to.

It was an alien he had dug out of the abyss, with a translucent shell and constantly flowing and changing internal organs.

This "unknown" aspect is the most valuable, and will become the "evolutionary potential" of the new creation.

Seven "materials", seven characteristics.

He wants to merge them into one, creating a terrifying creation that surpasses everything.

"let's start……"

The illusory figure behind him—a tall, phantom-like figure with a human body and a bird's head, its arms transformed into scalpels.

The first cut landed on the human male's chest.

The skin was easily cut open, and blood gushed out, flowing along the pre-carved drainage runes into the surrounding blood grooves.

The ribs were cut open, exposing the chest cavity.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The dull thumping of a heartbeat echoed in the silent basement.

He reached inside, feeling the temperature, texture, and rhythm of the heartbeat.

The second blow landed on the forest elf woman.

He needs her complete nervous system.

This is the most difficult part—nerve fibers are extremely fragile and can break easily, and once broken, the entire system will lose its function.

He spent three whole hours separating each nerve from the muscle tissue, following the pathway of each nerve.

Brain, spinal cord, peripheral nerves... The finished product resembles a lace craft, shimmering faintly under light.

The third cut, the fourth cut, the fifth cut... he "disassembled" these materials one after another.

Every organ and every piece of tissue was carefully removed, sorted, and preserved.

When all the work was finished, the lab bench was filled with various containers.

Heart, lungs, liver, brain, spinal cord, nerve bundles... and other strange organs he couldn't name.

They floated quietly in the nutrient solution, like scattered pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

But the real challenge is yet to come.

How can we integrate these organizations from different races and with different life characteristics into a unified whole?
Traditional alchemy involves "forced grafting," using runes and life magic to forcibly connect different tissues and suppress rejection reactions with magic.

But that crude method can only create monsters.

That was a deformed, painful defective product; that wasn't what he wanted.

What is life?

Victor wrote down the question that had troubled him for centuries in his notebook.

The candlelight flickered across the paper, as if mocking his arrogance.

But he didn't care and continued writing:

"Life is not a collection of material things. A pile of hearts, lungs, and brains put together is just a pile of dead flesh."

"So, what brings this pile of dead flesh back to life?"

Is it a soul?

He shook his head and drew a big X under that line of text.

The soul is important, but he has seen too many cases of souls intact but bodies broken down.

"So, is it magic?"

Another cross.

Magic can activate inanimate objects, but it cannot give them true life.

Those golems driven by magic are forever just "moving dead objects," and can never develop consciousness.

"So... what exactly is it?"

Victor stared at the seven dismantled bodies, lost in deep thought.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

"memory!"

He jumped up abruptly, so excited he almost knocked over the candlestick beside him:

"It's memory! It's the memory of life!"

The pen tip flew across the paper:

"Each cell 'remembers' its function..."

"Myocardial cells 'remember' how to contract and how to pump blood;

Nerve cells 'remember' how to transmit signals and how to form thoughts;

Immune cells 'remember' how to recognize enemies and how to launch an attack...

"These 'memories' are not learned later in life; they must be instincts imprinted deep in our genes!"

"so……"

His hands were trembling:

"The key to creating life lies in 'writing' new memories!"

"Let cells from different races have a common 'identity' and 'believe' that they belong to the same life form!"

This idea was like opening the door to a new world.

Victor immediately sprang into action, the tools extending from his ethereal back transformed from a scalpel into a "rune engraving knife".

Instead of cutting flesh with a scalpel, they began to "carve" words on the soul of every organ.

He redefined the identity of each part using runes.

When the last rune was completed, the organs in the seven containers simultaneously began to glow.

"Begin assembling."

He suppressed his excitement and began the final step.

Using magic as "glue," these organs are assembled according to a pre-designed structure.

He mechanically repeated the processes of cutting, sewing, connecting, and fixing...

When the last blood vessel was connected and the last wound was sealed—a miracle occurred.

The pile of flesh and blood that was originally just a "component" suddenly moved.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Seven pairs of eyes of different colors and shapes are located in different positions on the head and open at the same time.

They all rotated simultaneously, focusing their attention on him.

At that moment, he saw the chaos in his eyes.

Seven different “self-other cognitions” collide wildly within one body.

It wanted to speak, so it opened its mouth, but produced seven different sounds:
"Who...who is he?"

"They...who are...what are they?"

Why...why did this happen?

"It hurts...it hurts so much...no...it doesn't hurt...it feels good...no...it's very uncomfortable..."

Ron's consciousness lingered in the echoes of this history.

He could sense that Victor's emotions were rapidly plummeting from the peak of ecstasy to the abyss of despair.

In less than three days, the newborn creation began to show abnormalities.

It sat in the corner of the laboratory, seven pairs of eyes staring blankly ahead, its mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but unable to utter any coherent sound.

It's just a jumble of broken syllables pieced together haphazardly:
"I...don't...are...in pain...living...dying...wanting...not..."

Its hands flailed wildly in the air, like a drowning person trying to grab onto something but catching nothing.

A week later, the situation worsened.

Creation began to mutilate itself, but the trolls' regenerative abilities rendered this self-mutilation futile.

Standing before it, Victor felt powerless for the first time.

"Why……"

His voice was hoarse, and his hands trembled slightly.
“I have clearly rewritten their ‘identity’ at the soul level…”

"Why can't they truly merge?"

Why is the 'self-awareness' that is born so chaotic and so painful?

Ron could clearly sense Victor's inner struggle.

For the first time, this mad alchemist began to doubt his own beliefs.

But he still couldn't find the answer. Three more days passed, and the state of creation completely collapsed.

Seven brains simultaneously descend into chaos, with different fragments of consciousness frantically vying for control of the body.

Sometimes, its right hand will suddenly attack its left hand, as the orc's fighting instincts overwhelm human reason.

Sometimes, it will suddenly rush towards the laboratory tank and bury its head in it, simply because the fish-man's breathing instinct takes over.

Sometimes, it will curl up into a ball, its skin turning into camouflage to blend into the background; that's when the snake-man's self-preservation mechanism is activated.

The most terrifying thing is that the "unknown structure" from the aliens began to go out of control.

Uncontrollable mutations have occurred in the bodies of creation:

Tentacles suddenly sprouted from its back, then retracted in the next second.

The skin on the arms begins to keratinize and form scales, but it quickly returns to smooth skin.

Even its facial features were distorted and deformed, sometimes resembling a human face, sometimes the outline of a forest elf, and sometimes the hideous appearance of an orc...

It has become a living nightmare of constant self-contradiction.

"Failed……"

Victor knelt down, burying his face in his hands:

“I thought that as long as I redefined ‘identity perception,’ I could merge them together…”

"Seven souls, still just seven souls..."

“I can make them appear unified on the surface, but I can’t truly make them ‘become one’…”

He looked up at his creation, which was struggling in agony, and felt genuinely sorry:
"sorry Sorry sorry……"

Victor stood up, and a magical blade materialized at his fingertips.

He approached the Creator, his hands trembling slightly.

This was the only "mercy" he could show—to end the suffering of this failed product.

"That's enough, Victor."

Ron’s consciousness detached from the state of “observer” and truly “manifested” in the echoes of this history.

"You did create life, but you forgot the most important thing."

Victor's remaining consciousness sensed this external force, and the frozen spacetime trembled slightly, as if resisting this "alteration".

"Let me do it."

Ron walked up to the creation and slowly stretched out his hand.

As fingertips touch the forehead of creation, the power of [Interpreting All Things] operates at full force.

The next instant, countless voices flooded his consciousness like a tidal wave—the wails of seven souls.

Seven completely different, even contradictory, "self-perceptions".

Victor attempted to "force" them together using runes, giving them a common "identity".

But that's like putting the same mask on seven strangers and then telling them, "You are one person."

On the surface, they appear to be unified, but at their core, they remain divided.

“Victor, your methods are too brutal.”

“You are trying to unify souls with ‘coercion’ and define identity with ‘command’.”

"But the soul is not a machine; it cannot be programmed to function."

Ron took a deep breath and poured the concept of narrative into this attempt.

He spoke with each soul one by one, as for the alien's consciousness... that chaotic, indescribable existence.

Ron did not try to “understand” it, because it was the embodiment of the “unknown”.

“You represent infinite possibilities, and possibilities need ‘direction’.”

"If you are willing, the fusion of these seven souls is your 'direction'."

"You will witness how they move from division to unity, from conflict to harmony."

"This in itself is a form of evolution."

The chaotic flow of the alien's consciousness began to subside, and a rudimentary form of order began to emerge from the chaos.

After Ron finished his dialogue with all the souls, the entire body of the creation began to change.

At the deepest level of consciousness, seven different "selves" finally sat down at the same table.

Human reason proposes solutions, forest elves' perception adds details, and orcs' instincts assess risks... exploring the unknown possibilities of the aliens.

Seven "I"s began to learn to become "we".

In the frozen moment, Victor's remaining consciousness trembled violently.

He saw that Ron had achieved, in a completely different way, the goal he had pursued his whole life but had never been able to reach.

"So...that's it..."

Victor's voice was filled with deep regret:
"I treat the soul as a tool, as material, as a part that can be manipulated at will..."

"But I forgot that even the dead have their own desires and fears..."

His voice trailed off: "If only I could have done that back then..."

"Can those failed creations that I casually piece together and casually discard also possess true life?"

"What...what have I created...?"

Ron turned around and looked at Victor's figure in the frozen space-time.

“You created the possibility, Victor.”

"Your methods are indeed cruel, and your ideology is indeed distorted."

"But you have touched upon the ultimate secret of alchemy—the essence of life lies in 'memory' and 'cognition'."

"This understanding has pointed the way for those who come after."

"including me."

He walked up to Victor and extended his hand:

"Now you can let go of your obsession."

"The 'creation' you desired has been born, though not by your own hands, but your ideas, your knowledge, your madness..."

"They all became the cornerstone of its birth."

“You didn’t fail.”

"You just... walked too fast and forgot to wait for the soul behind you."

Victor's remaining consciousness trembled violently, and the obsession that had entangled him for thousands of years began to loosen, collapse, and dissipate...

"yes……"

His voice grew softer and softer, yet also more and more relieved:

"I...walked too fast..."

"Thank you, stranger who came later."

"Thank you for showing me...another possibility in life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Victor's remaining consciousness transformed into countless points of light, dancing in the laboratory like fireflies.

This is "inheritance".

Victor bestowed upon his remaining knowledge, experience, and understanding of alchemy as nourishment for those who came after him.

Ron closed his eyes, savoring the gifts he received from this history:
Victor's lifelong knowledge of alchemy flooded into his mind like a sudden enlightenment.

Understanding the structure of the soul, recognizing the essence of life, and the art of bridging the gap between the material and the spiritual...

He grasped the way to integrate Narrative Potions and Alchemy.

Potions taught him to "listen" to the stories behind the materials.

Alchemy taught him to "create" entirely new existences.

………………

"call……"

Ron suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

The feeling of detaching oneself from the echoes of history is like suddenly surfacing from the deep sea; it takes time for one to adjust to the weight of "reality."

"baby!"

Nari's tentacles immediately wrapped around it:
"Are you alright? Your soul just...acted so strangely..."

"I'm fine, Mom."

Ron reached out and gently stroked the anxious tentacle:

"I just... underwent a 'surgery' that transcends time and space."

He stood up again, his gaze falling on the two extraction arrays.

The core of the substitute puppet, the gray light spot that was originally filled with obsession and madness, has now become transparent and pure.

Victor's remaining consciousness completely dissipated.

"Now……"

Ron took a deep breath and pressed his hands against the two magic circles again:
"The second fusion."

Magic surged into the rune circuits like a tidal wave.

This time, however, he learned Victor's methods and even surpassed Victor's limitations.

First, he separated an extremely tiny fragment from his own soul.

This fragment lacks complex memories and strong emotions, and even lacks a clear "self-awareness".

It was just a blank sheet of paper.

A blank sheet of paper, brand new and full of infinite possibilities, waiting to be written on.

"You will become the core of new life."

Ron suspended the wisp of soul between the two magic circles:

"You will learn to integrate the two opposing characteristics of 'anchoring' and 'change'."

“You will become… my true 'avatar'.”

Next, he began to redefine the core of the two Abyss Treasures.

The "anchoring" characteristic of substitute puppets.

In Victor's philosophy, this represents "forced fixation," which is the suppression of "change."

But in Ron's understanding, "anchoring is not a constraint."

His mental energy seeped into those rune circuits, and he began to modify, adjust, and reconstruct them one by one:
"Anchoring is 'stability'."

"It is the foundation for maintaining one's identity and not losing oneself amidst endless changes."

The "change" characteristic of the ever-changing illusion.

In the original design, this represented "infinite possibilities" and was a rebellion against "order".

But in Ron's understanding, "change is not chaos."

His mental power touched that twisted genetic chain, beginning to sort it out, guide it, and imbue it with meaning:
"Change is 'plasticity'."

"It is the wisdom of adjusting itself according to the environment, optimizing its functions according to needs, and evolving its form according to goals."

Once both properties were redefined, Ron directed them toward the central fragment of the soul.

"Stability" and "Plasticity".

"Foundation" and "Branches and Leaves".

"Unchanging core" and "adaptable outer shell".

They are no longer opposed, but complementary.

Just like a tree—the deeper the roots (stability), the farther the branches and leaves can reach (plasticity).

The soul fragments began to "grow," nesting, merging, and growing...

The light faded, and the materials in the two extraction arrays had completely disappeared.

Instead, a small doll floats in mid-air.

It is only the size of a palm, with a silver-gray metallic texture and faint rune patterns flowing on its surface.

But when Ron infused a wisp of magic...

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The doll's chest began to rise and fall, a rhythmic "breathing" sound.

The familiar panel notification sound rang in my mind:
Alchemy (Mastery MAX) → Alchemy (Expert 1/500)

[Gained Expert-Level Trait: "Life Analysis"]

Ron closed his eyes, feeling the new knowledge, new abilities, and new worldview flooding into his mind.

[Life Analysis (Expert Trait)]

[Feature Description: When you understand the essence of life—the trinity of memory, cognition, and existence—the life forms of all things will appear transparent and crystal clear to you.]

Core Competencies:
1. Soul Listening: You can now not only perceive the "story" of the material, but also directly engage in dialogue with fragments of the soul, remnants of consciousness, and even the "self-awareness" of life.

2. Structural Restructuring: Based on a deep understanding of structure, you can redesign, optimize, or even create entirely new life forms.

3. Reconciliation of Contradictions: You have mastered the secret to making opposing characteristics coexist.

4. Evolutionary Guidance: You can set "evolutionary paths" for life, allowing them to develop autonomously based on their experiences and environment, potentially surpassing your initial design.

As information flooded in, Ron felt that the world he was observing was being reconstructed.

In the past, when he looked at life, he saw "flesh and blood," "organs," and "structure."

Now, when he looks at life, he sees a web of interwoven memories, cognition, and self.

Every life is a story, and every cell tells the story of its existence.

And now he has the ability to rewrite, create, and even reconstruct these stories.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the illusory projection of the [Silent Theater] changed once again:

The second gem on the empty crown has jumped from two-thirds full to four-fifths full!
A dazzling light flowed within the gemstone, proof of an expert breakthrough in alchemy.

The completion rate of the ethereal remains also increases accordingly:
[Silent Theater] Completion rate: 23%→26%, and the coordination of the three main actors has also been comprehensively improved.

"Not even close..."

Ron looked at the nascent form of the ethereal body, the jewels on the crown that were not yet fully filled:

"Perhaps when I become an 'alchemy master', this gem will be fully illuminated."

Nari gently poked his cheek with her tentacle: "Baby, what are you saying?"

"Nothing, Mom."

Ron looked at the small doll in his palm and pondered for a moment:
"I was just thinking that since we've merged two creations, it wouldn't be appropriate to still use the original name."

"It is both 'one' and 'ten thousand'..."

"All things in the universe gather within you, so let me call you 'Senluo' (meaning 'All Things in the Universe')!"

………………

The deepest part of the "Abyss of the Soul".

Thirteen thrones, each a composite of countless imprisoned souls, are arranged in a ring in the shape of an eyeball.

The gray vortex in the center was unusually restless today, and the roars coming from it sounded like the cries of millions of explorers before their deaths.

At this moment, the Supreme Apostles on the throne were intently watching the energy projection floating before them.

It was a blurry, constantly twisting and deforming ball of light, vaguely resembling the outline of the fifth layer of the abyss.

"Do you feel it?"

Magus, the "Void Spider," spoke with barely concealed fear:
"The energy fluctuations on the fifth level... have become stronger again."

"What exactly did Nari absorb?"

"The Daughter of Corruption," Agatha, leaned forward from her throne:

"It's not as simple as 'getting stronger'."

"The nature of this fluctuation... is completely different from before."

Her voice became sharp: "Although Nari's power was increasing before, it was essentially a quantitative change in the 'power of chaos'."

"But now..."

Agatha stretched out her decaying finger, tracing a trail of green corrosion in the air:

"This is a qualitative change."

“A completely new ‘quality’ has emerged in her power.”

"It's just like……"

She spoke the words that all the Supreme Apostles feared:
"It's like the power of a 'mother' is reviving."

These words immediately silenced all the apostles present.

"Mother"—the primordial being who was besieged, sealed, and torn apart in the Second Era.

His core was sealed deep within the abyss, and his body was broken into countless fragments scattered throughout the universe.

One of the "seeds" He left behind was Nari.

"Will..."

Malachi, the "Manifestation of Original Sin," had all seven heads turn toward the projection simultaneously, and seven different voices intertwined:
"Nari found his 'mother's' inheritance?"

"Not just ordinary fragments... but some kind of core component?"

"Twisted Sage" Nocturne shook his head, which was sometimes upright and sometimes upside down:
"If it really is a core part, then we're in trouble."

“Nari is a direct descendant of the ‘Mother’ and is naturally able to absorb the ‘Mother’s’ power.”

"If she really found the core fragment..."

His voice turned somber:

"It won't be long before her strength surpasses all of ours."

"even……"

"It is possible to approach the level of the 'mother' during her lifetime."

This speculation lowered the atmosphere in the entire council chamber.

The level of the "Mother" in her previous life was that of a terrifying being who surpassed the Witch King and could rival the "Demon God".

If Nari really grows up to that level...

In her eyes, these "Supreme Apostles" were nothing more than "food".

Or perhaps, these supreme apostles are simply a "feast" prepared in advance by the "mother" for her children?
"We can't let her continue like this."

Magus shook his head, dismissing the terrible thought from his mind.

Its nine eyes simultaneously emitted iridescent light:
"We must find a way... to get out of this predicament."

"Or at least, we need to know what she's been through during this time." (End of Chapter)