Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 669 The Awakening of "Mother"
"but……"

Nari's voice became somewhat worried again:

"Be careful, baby~"

"Although these powers have been 'purified' by Mom, they still retain their individual characteristics."

"If we absorb it hastily, it may cause conflict."

"You need to find a safe place and refine them slowly and carefully."

Ron nodded. "I understand, Mom."

"correct."

Nari suddenly remembered something:
"What are you doing now, baby?"

"On a date with Eve."

Ron answered honestly.

"Oh~ a date~"

Nari's voice became mischievous:
"Then Mom won't bother you anymore~"

"But remember to buy some of Little Eve's favorite sweets!"

Girls all love sweet things~

"Just like when you were a puppet, Mommy always prepared all sorts of delicious food for you~"

At this point, her voice became somewhat nostalgic:
"Even though conditions were tough back then, Mom could only cook for you using creatures from the abyss..."

"But my baby always enjoys eating it very much!"

"That satisfied little expression on his face is still so cute to think about now~"

A warm feeling welled up in Ron's heart: "I'll always remember, Mom."

Hehe~ That's good~

Nari's voice gradually faded into the distance:
"Okay~ Mommy's going to rest now~"

"It's quite tiring to process so much energy."

"Sweetie, keep your date! Remember to come back early!"

After the connection with Nari's consciousness was severed, Ron came to his senses.

The light in the gallery remained soft, and the oil paintings of those times slowly flowed across the walls, showcasing countless possible futures.

The seat next to him was empty.

Eve had left the spot at some point.

Ron subconsciously looked around, and just as he was about to look for her, he saw the black-haired princess walking gracefully from the other end of the corridor.

She held a wooden tray in her hands, on which were placed two extremely tempting-looking desserts.

One is a star pudding drizzled with golden syrup, and the other is a dream mousse garnished with violet petals.

The dessert is also covered with a light layer of preservation runes, which seal in the aroma.

"you……"

Ron looked at her with some surprise.

"I noticed you were spacing out earlier, so I guessed you were probably in contact with someone."

Eve placed the tray on a rest table in the hallway:
"So I took this opportunity to go and buy you some dessert."

She didn't press Ron about who he was communicating with, nor did she show any curiosity or displeasure.

This tacit understanding made Ron feel a pang of guilt.

It was supposed to be a date, but I got distracted and started dealing with other things...

"Don't make that face."

Eve seemed to read his mind and gently tapped his chin:
“I’m not the kind of little girl who needs to be noticed all the time.”

"and……"

She picked up a silver spoon, scooped up some pudding, and brought it to her man's lips:
"Something that can distract you during a date must be very important, right?"

"Mmm...so sweet."

Ron opened his mouth and took the pudding; the taste of syrup burst on his tongue.

"I'm sorry, but something really important happened just now."

He answered truthfully, but did not provide a detailed explanation.

Eve didn't press further, but simply smiled and narrowed her eyes.

Then he scooped up a spoonful of mousse and tasted it, rambling on and on about his evaluation:

"Desserts have to be sweet, but you don't really like anything too sweet."

"After all, we're not at home, otherwise we could have asked Cecilia and the others to use less maple syrup..."

"anyway……"

Ron watched her leisurely enjoy her dessert and suddenly remembered something:
"How did you bring these things in?"
I recall that the Eternal Gallery had a rule against eating or drinking within the exhibition area.

"Oh, this."

Eve's tone was slightly playful:

“I used a little bit of ‘privilege’.”

She flicked her wrist, and the insignia of the crowned clan heir was faintly visible on her sleeve:

“If an ordinary wizard dares to eat in the gallery, let alone have dessert, even if he just drinks a beverage, he will be ‘asked’ to leave by the guards.”

"But the heir of the Crown Clan..."

She blinked:
"They still have some face."

Ron chuckled: "So, you're abusing your privileges because of your status?"

"It's not being abused at all!"

Eve glared at him, feigning displeasure.
"I'm just... making good use of resources."

"Besides, it's not an excessive thing. I didn't have a picnic or campfire in front of the exhibits."

As she spoke, she scooped up another spoonful of mousse:
"I just bought two desserts and ate them quietly in the rest area. It didn't affect other people's visit at all."

"Okay, okay, I misspoke."

Ron reluctantly raised his hands in surrender:
"Your Highness Eve makes good use of resources, there is absolutely no problem."

"Hmph, that's pretty much it."

Eve nodded in satisfaction, then fed him another spoonful of pudding.
"Here, have another bite as a reward."

The two sat by the rest area, enjoying desserts and chatting casually.

"Speaking of which, that [Timeline C] from earlier..."

Eve suddenly lowered her head and stirred the mousse in the dish with her spoon, her voice becoming softer:
“I saw some…strange details in it.”

"strangeness?"

Ron recalled that depressing painting.

Desolate ruins, a distorted sky, Eve searching for him alone a thousand years later...

"It's not the image itself."

Eve shook her head:
"It's me."

"The me in the painting has gray hair and a face full of wrinkles..."

She put down the spoon and touched her braid:
"But a formal wizard should age very slowly."

"unless……"

Ron immediately understood what she meant.

Unless that "future Eve" gives up using magic to maintain her appearance.

She may even have devoted all her energy to the search, neglecting even the most basic needs of survival.

"I'm wondering... what kind of feelings did I have as I walked through those seven hundred years?"

Eve's voice was very soft:
"Is it despair? Is it obsession? Or..."

She looked up and gazed intently at her fiancé:
"That kind of almost insane love?"

This question silenced Ron for a moment.

"Maybe both."

He reached out and took her hand:

"But I prefer to believe that what keeps her going is hope."

"It is the belief that your loved one is still alive, and the hope that one day you will find them."

Eve looked down at their clasped fingers:
"Hope..."

"That kind of thing can be more tormenting than despair sometimes."

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

In the end, she simply hummed in agreement and rested her head on the man's shoulder.

The aroma of desserts, the soft light of the gallery, and the warmth of the people around me... time seemed to stand still.

However, good times are always short-lived.

As the two finished their dessert and walked along the spiral corridor toward the exit, Eve suddenly stopped.

"tutor."

Her voice was soft, yet carried a certain certainty:

"After this date... you'll probably go into seclusion again, right?"

Ron was stunned.

He did indeed plan to go to the fifth level of the abyss to refine the "Throne Seed" after the date.

The opportunity that Nari brought back was too important; the sooner he could refine it, the sooner he could break through to the Great Wizard level.

only……

Before he could even speak, Eve had already turned around and was facing him.

"no need to say sorry."

The black-haired princess's voice held understanding:

"I already guessed it."

“Your eyes have changed ever since you finished communicating with ‘that person’ just now.”

She reached out and gently stroked the other person's cheek:
"That look in my eyes is very familiar."

“You’ll have that look on your face every time you have a new breakthrough or an important opportunity.”

"Excited, eager, and yet somewhat restrained..."

"Like now."

Ron opened his mouth, as if to explain something.

However, the next second, his words were cut off by a deep kiss.

Eve tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and poured all her emotions into the kiss.

It is affection, reluctance to part, understanding and support... and also a woman's most sincere blessing to the one she deeply loves.

After a long while, their lips slowly parted.

"this time……"

Eve's forehead pressed against his chest, her breathing slightly rapid:

"Let's get married officially after you come back."

"Don't wait any longer, don't delay any longer, I don't want to continue being a 'fiancée' anymore."

Her eyes were full of seriousness:

"I want to be your real wife."

The request was so direct, yet so touching.

Ron looked at the girl he had known for over thirty years and felt a surge of tenderness in his heart.

"it is good."

He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the black-haired princess's forehead:
"When I come back, we'll get married."

"It's a deal."

Eve held up her little finger: "Pinky promise."

Ron chuckled, but still obligingly extended his little finger and hooked it with hers.

"Pinky promise, a million years from now."

The two recited the nursery rhyme-like vow in unison, then looked at each other and smiled.

"correct."

Eve withdrew her hand, her expression turning serious:

“I won’t be idle while you’re in seclusion.”

"You want to go into seclusion too?"

"Ah."

She nodded:

“My mother’s projection saved me from this predicament; those old guys from the academic alliance are all behaving themselves now.”

"Moreover, after Adelinea was executed, the opposition within the clan completely subsided."

“That old stubborn Reginald now bends over at a ninety-degree angle whenever he sees me, as if he’s afraid I’ll hold a grudge.”

At this point, Eve couldn't help but laugh:

"You didn't see his expression at that time, it was absolutely priceless."

"An old guy who has lived for thousands of years can actually embody the phrase 'groveling' so perfectly."

Ron was amused by her description:
"And what about Ms. Vivian? How is she now?"

"Auntie..."

Eve's tone carried a hint of mischief:
"She feels particularly... how should I put it, 'guilty' right now?"

"Ever since my mother gave me a lecture on the projector screen, I've completely changed."

“She always made excuses when I asked her to help with clan affairs before.”

It's not that we're too old and don't have the energy, it's that we should leave these kinds of things to young people...

"Now it's great, I don't even have to say anything, she just takes the initiative to do the work."

“She even came to ask me yesterday if there was anything she could help me with.”

Eve shook her head, a hint of emotion in her eyes:

"To be honest, I've never seen her so enthusiastic before."

"He was probably frightened by your mother."

"After all, being scolded like that in front of so many people..."

"Anyone would be terrified in that situation."

"you do not say."

Eve sighed:

"Sometimes I wonder how my mother treated my aunt when she was young."

"To be able to train a Dark Sun-level wizard into such a trembling and fearful state..."

She shuddered: "It's terrifying to think about."

Ron smiled helplessly.

He had experienced Cassandra's dominance firsthand.

The tower master's style of doing things has always been swift and decisive, showing no mercy.

In her presence, blood relations and seniority are all meaningless.

Only strength and value are the standards by which she measures everything.

"In short, most of the clan matters can now be handled by Auntie."

Eve changed the subject:
"I can finally free up some time to focus on my cultivation."

She clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit:

"I'll try to break through to the Dark Sun level before you return!"

"In that case, the gap between us can at least be maintained at the same level."

"Are you sure?"

Ron asked.

Breaking through to the Dark Sun level is no easy feat.

That means completing the initial construction of the rudimentary form of the ethereal body, and achieving another leap in the essence of life.

"As for the chance..."

Eve tilted her head and thought for a moment:

"About... fifty or sixty percent?"

"I have been accumulating knowledge and experience over the years, and the theory and magic are now sufficient."

"I'm just missing a catalyst, a catalyst that will allow me to truly 'see' my own path."

Her gaze became somewhat unfocused:

“My mother told me that the most important thing in breaking through to the Dark Sun level is not the accumulation of magic power, but the understanding of ‘self’.”

"You need to know clearly what kind of existence you want to become in order to construct a matching ethereal body."

"but me……"

Eve looked at Ron:

"What I want to be is someone who can always stand by your side."

"No matter how far you go or how high you fly."

"I will chase after them."

"you will."

Ron reached out and ruffled her hair:
"With Princess Eve's talent and hard work, reaching the Dark Sun level is only a matter of time."

"Well, of course."

Eve proudly raised her chin, then flashed a mischievous smile:

"But on another note, don't cultivate too fast."

"why?"

"because……"

She leaned close to Ron's ear and whispered:
"If you had broken through to the Grand Wizard level when I was still at the Moon-level..."

"Then when we do that kind of thing in the future, I might get burned by your magic."

After saying that, she took a step back, a mischievous smile on her face:

"If our wedding night turns into a 'wedding barbecue,' that would be terrible."

Ron couldn't resist any longer and flicked her forehead:
"That's enough, I understand."

“I’ll control myself and won’t let you turn into ‘grilled meat’.”

"You said it yourself!"

Eve covered her forehead, but her eyes were full of laughter:

"I've written that down. If anything goes wrong in the future, I'll hold you accountable!"

"Okay, okay, it's on me, it's all on me."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the slightly heavy atmosphere of parting dissipated in the joke.

As I stepped out of the Eternal Gallery, the sky above the Central Lands was already tinged with twilight.

The magic streetlights began to light up one by one, casting a warm glow over this dreamlike city.

"So……"

Eve stopped and turned to face Ron:
Let's say goodbye here.

"If I keep sending them, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

"Well, wait until I come back."

………………

Headquarters of the School Alliance, High-Level Meeting Room.

Several high priests were sitting around a round table, discussing something in hushed tones.

"Cassandra... she's actually back..."

An aged voice broke the silence, its tone filled with disbelief:

"How can this be?"

“Our intelligence clearly indicates that she confronted a ‘Star Domain Lord’ at the quasi-Witch King level thirty years ago…”

"This isn't the first time our intelligence has been wrong."

Another voice coldly picked up the thread:

"Besides, that's Cassandra."

"With her strength, it wouldn't be surprising if she escaped from anywhere."

"But her condition..."

The third voice carried a hint of doubt:

"I always felt that something was wrong."

"The power she displayed at the succession meeting that day was indeed formidable, but..."

"But what?"

But she didn't stay long.

The third voice lowered its pitch slightly:

"After executing Adeline and reprimanding Vivian, she simply let the others leave."

"There wasn't even time to greet other forces."

"You mean..."

"I mean, her condition may not be as good as it appears on the surface."

The third voice spoke pointedly:

"Perhaps that appearance was merely a show of force, but in reality..."

"She needs to rest?"

"Probably."

A brief silence fell around the round table.

After a moment, the figure sitting in the main seat slowly spoke:
"Regardless of her true situation, one thing is certain."

"The Crown Clan is not to be touched for the time being."

"As long as Cassandra is alive, as long as she can still appear in public..."

"We cannot act rashly."

"What about Ron Ralph?"

A new question has been raised:

"His relationship with the Crown Clan is growing closer, and his engagement to Eve should have been approved by Cassandra."

"If Cassandra really makes a comeback, given how much she values ​​her daughter..."

"Will Ron be given more resources and support?"

The figure in the main seat chuckled softly:
"so what?"

"He's already at the Dark Sun level. With his talent, breaking through to the Grand Wizard level is only a matter of time."

"Even without Cassandra's support, he will break through sooner or later."

“Moreover…he has more than just the Crown Clan behind him.” “You mean…”

"The King of Records, the King of Illusions, and even the one in the Great Abyss..."

The beings in the main position are counted one by one:

"This young man's background is much more complicated than we imagined."

Instead of thinking about how to suppress him, it would be better to...

"Think about how to cooperate with him."

Upon hearing this, several high wizards present showed signs of interest.

The wind direction seems to be subtly changing.

………………

The fifth layer of the abyss, the Sea of ​​No Light.

Ron stood on the platform in the center of the palace, surrounded by countless pillars made of living chaotic matter.

They breathed slowly, and distorted faces would occasionally appear on their surfaces.

Those abyssal creatures that once tried to invade this territory are now part of the building materials.

Nari's main body was located deep within the palace, with hundreds of tentacles hanging loosely on the crystal floor.

She is in a deep state of hibernation.

This is more like a self-protection mechanism.

After absorbing the essence of the three Supreme Apostles, she needs time to digest and integrate this immense, almost insane power.

With each breath, the water in the Chaos Palace would ripple rhythmically.
With each heartbeat, visible ripples appear in the surrounding energy field.

Ron could sense that Nari was in a critical state.

Like a silkworm about to emerge from its cocoon, or a volcano about to erupt, the long-accumulated power within her is undergoing its final qualitative transformation.

"baby……"

Nari's consciousness drifted into a faint murmur in his sleep:

"The thing...is there..."

A tentacle weakly pointed toward a secret chamber on the side of the palace.

Ron took a deep breath and walked over.

The secret room was not large, about ten square meters.

In the center of the room, a sphere the size of a fist floats.

Throne Seed.

It rotated silently, its surface shimmering with an iridescent sheen like an oil film.

Ron took a few steps closer and immediately felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

Thirteen distinct power properties collided, merged, tore apart, and reformed wildly within the seed...

The whole process was like forcibly mixing thirteen completely incompatible chemical reagents together, which should have caused a violent explosion long ago.

However, Nari changed all of that.

With her profound understanding of the nature of chaos, she established a subtle "buffer zone" between each force.

Those buffer zones are made of pure chaotic forces, which can both isolate each other from repulsive reactions and maintain the stability of the overall structure.

"Truly... an amazing work."

Ron gave a soft exclamation of praise.

The power of this seed was compressed to a degree far beyond his imagination.

The High Apostles spent ten years completing the initial fusion, while Nari "tamed" it in just a few days—this control over the power of chaos...

"As expected of the direct descendant of the 'mother'."

He took out [Senro] from his storage bag.

The palm-sized doll lay quietly in my hand, its silver-gray body gleaming softly.

Since the last basic renovation was completed, this creation, which combines "substitute doll" and "thousand-fold illusion", has been in a semi-dormant state, waiting to be given a true mission.

"Senro".

Ron infused magic, activating the doll's core consciousness.

Those eyes, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened.

The doll sat up from his palm, its small head turning toward the throne seed that was suspended in mid-air.

It tilted its head, as if thinking about something, then raised a small hand and made a "touch" gesture.

Ron understood what it meant.

Go, do your best.

He placed [Senro] on the ground.

The puppet stood up and walked towards the seed with mechanically precise steps.

When [Senra] came to the spot directly below the seed, it stopped.

Then, open your arms.

Silver-gray light surged from the doll's body, constructing an extremely complex three-dimensional magic circle in the air.

The lines intertwine, overlap, and rotate, eventually forming an inverted cone-shaped structure.

The tip is aligned with the Throne Seed, and the bottom is connected to [Senra].

"Is this... filtering?"

Ron's pupils contracted slightly.

【Senra】does not intend to “absorb” the power within the seed; doing so would only cause him to burst.

Its purpose is to act as a "medium," a "transformation device."

The violent, chaotic, and polluting primal power within the seed was transformed into "pure power" that Ron could safely absorb.

It's like using a distillation apparatus to purify spirits, or like using a centrifuge to separate blood components.

The process is lengthy, precise, and requires extremely stable control...

"It truly lives up to the reputation of the work I painstakingly redesigned."

Ron admired it in his heart, then sat down cross-legged and entered a meditative state.

He could sense that the filtration was about to begin.

hum...

A barely audible tremor.

A dark crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the Throne Seed, as if the eggshell had been broken from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, the first wisp of energy seeped out from the crack and slowly sank down along the magic array channel constructed by [Senluo].

That is the power of the "void".

The original trait from Magus, the Void Spider.

When this wisp of energy came into contact with the first layer of runes in the magic array, it immediately produced a violent reaction.

Space began to distort, and the walls of the secret room seemed to become funhouse mirrors, with straight lines twisted into arcs and flat surfaces wrinkled into waves.

But [Senro] remained completely still.

Its body was as stable as a pillar that could hold the sea, and no matter how the power of the void raged, it could not be shaken in the slightest.

The first layer of runes in the magic circle began to operate at high speed, "reducing," "smoothing," and "taming" the violent spatial tearing properties...

A wisp of void energy, partially purified, flowed from the bottom of the magic circle and gently touched Ron's brow.

At that moment, he seemed to "see" the essence of space.

In addition to its three dimensions (length, width, and height), it also has a four-dimensional spacetime continuum, resembling countless layers of transparent films stacked on top of each other.

Each layer is an independent "dimensional plane," and the essence of "traversing space" is jumping between these planes.

Information flooded into consciousness like a torrent.

Special energy injection detected.

[Analyzing: Void Trait]

[Analysis complete: Spatial affinity (weak), dimensional perception (weak), improved teleportation efficiency]

This trait has been entered into the Virtual Skeleton Database.

[Adaptability +1, Restraint +1]

Within Ron's nascent ethereal form, a dark golden pattern emerged on the surface of the starlight pillar of the Silent Theater.

The lines are as fine as hair, yet they contain a complete interpretation of the concept of "emptiness".

The first type of power has been entered.

Then came the second wisp of energy.

Dragon Flame.

The three-headed dragon flame from Chaya is a terrifying flame that combines the three qualities of original sin, tyranny, and destruction.

As it seeps out of the seed, the temperature in the sealed chamber begins to soar.

The walls began to turn red and hot, and in some places they even melted into a lava-like liquid that slowly flowed down the wall surface.

But [Senro] remained as stable as Mount Tai.

The second layer of runes in the magic array activated, "decomposing" the destructive, violent heat into countless tiny energy particles, which were then "soothed," "organized," and "reorganized" one by one...

When the purified dragonfire touched Ron, he no longer felt the burning sensation, but rather the warmth of the morning sun—comfortable, fulfilling, and full of life.

[Analysis complete: Fire Affinity (Strong), Destructive Instinct (Sealed), Dragon's Might (Weak)]

This trait has been entered into the Virtual Skeleton Database.

A pattern also appeared on the Thunderfire Pillar.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Stardust, Corruption, Original Sin, Twisting, Flesh and Blood, Skeleton, Liquefaction, Swarm, and several others...

【Senro】is like a never-ending machine, transforming the chaotic energy within the seed into “nutrients” that Ron can absorb with astonishing efficiency and stability.

Time becomes blurred in this process.

Ron didn't know how much time had passed—maybe a few months, maybe a few years.

In the fifth layer of the abyss, a place without the concept of day and night, the passage of time is inherently difficult to measure.

All he knew was that his ethereal form was growing at an alarming rate.

The three pillars of the Silent Theater have become thicker and more solid;
Of the seven gem slots on the empty crown, two have already begun to glow faintly;
The crack in that mysterious door was widening, and something seemed to be stirring restlessly in the deep darkness within...

The most crucial factor is the degree of completion.

40%...42%...45%...The numbers are steadily climbing.

Each time a power trait is absorbed, the completion rate will increase to a certain extent.

Once all thirteen powers were entered, the number displayed on the panel had reached—[Virtual Body Completion: 59%]

They are just one step away from reaching the 60% threshold for becoming a "Grand Wizard".

But just as Ron was about to continue his sprint, something unexpected happened.

Nari's body suddenly trembled violently!
Hundreds of tentacles convulsed as if electrocuted, and the water in the Chaos Palace began to spin wildly, forming one huge whirlpool after another.

The crystal pillars that were originally used to stabilize the space shattered one after another, emitting a piercing crack.

"Mother?!"

Ron suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, something even more terrifying happened.

The entire fifth level of the abyss began to tremble.

No, not just the fifth floor.

The fourth, third, second... even the first layer could feel that terrifying rhythm from the deepest part of the abyss.

The waters of the Sea of ​​No Light surged and boiled as if boiling.
The miasma in the corrosive swamp condensed into a massive vortex;
The trees in the flesh-and-blood forest grow wildly and wither rapidly;
Even in the Wasteland of Bones, the sound of millions of skeletons turning their heads simultaneously echoed...

All the abyssal creatures stopped moving at the same time.

Whether it is a demon hunting, an ancient being slumbering, a wandering undead, or a lurking aberration.

They all raised their heads and "looked" in the same direction using their respective sensory organs.

The deepest part of the thirteenth level of the abyss.

That unknown realm, known as the "Primordial Sea," which even the wizarding civilization could not fully explore.

A fragment of consciousness that had been dormant for countless eons is slowly awakening.

"child……"

That "voice" pierced through countless spatial barriers, resounding directly deep within the souls of all abyssal creatures.

Calling it a "sound" is not actually accurate.

That's more like a change in "mode of existence".

When this consciousness awakens, the entire "state of existence" of the abyss is forcibly adjusted to resonate with its frequency.

It's as if the whole world has suddenly turned into a giant tuning fork, and the "mother's" murmur is the heavy hammer that strikes it.

"You...have finally grown up..."

Black tears of blood simultaneously welled up from Nari's hundreds of eyeballs.

The amount of information she received exceeded the limits of her consciousness, and her body instinctively "excreted" the excess burden.

"No, Mother, I'm not ready yet..."

She tried desperately to resist the call, but it was all in vain.

Although the remaining consciousness of the "mother" is only fragmented, it still carries the essence of her original existence.

That is the chaos itself, born at the beginning of the universe, the source of all disorder, change, and possibility.

Before it, Nari was merely a newly formed drop of water, trying to resist the call of the entire ocean.

Through their blood ties, Ron was also drawn into this "resonance".

In that instant, his consciousness was forcibly pulled into an indescribable space.

There is no up, down, left, or right; no light or dark, no reality or illusion; even the concept of "existence" itself becomes blurred.

He "saw"—the chaos at the beginning of the universe.

Countless star fields drifted past like dust, each grain of dust representing a complete galaxy.

Their birth, prosperity, decline, and destruction are all compressed into a few seconds of light and shadow changes from this perspective.

He "heard" something—a "symphony" that transcends language.

Those are the trajectories of celestial bodies, the rhythms of energy flow, the echoes of dimensional folding...

These sounds blend together to form a symphony about "existence" itself.

He "felt" countless "dominators" crawling on the edge of the "mother," trembling and nestled in her "embrace."

Some of them resembled a constantly expanding and contracting ball of flesh, its surface covered with tens of millions of eyes and mouths, each mouth chanting different incantations;
Some resemble an infinitely extending worm, its body traversing countless parallel dimensions, each segment wriggling along a different timeline. Wherever it passes, causality is distorted into incomprehensible shapes.
Some are merely "concepts"—incomprehensible, indescribable, and even invisible.

You can only perceive that it is "there," but you can never know what it "is." Any attempt to define it will lead to a collapse of self-awareness...

Ron's nascent ethereal form began to tremble violently.

The three pillars of the Silent Theater hummed under the strain, and the newly lit gem on the empty crown began to flicker.

The mysterious door even showed signs of being forcibly pushed open.

"No...you can't look..."

A desperate, anxious voice echoed from the depths of her consciousness:
"Ron! Cut off your senses immediately!"

Don't try to understand those things!

"They are not meant for you to understand..."

That being said, is it something that can be cut off so easily?
To put it bluntly, "Mother" had no intention of targeting these little guys at all; She was simply awakened by Nari's breakthrough.

She glanced at her child, half-asleep, murmured something, and that was all.

They were just unlucky ones caught in the crossfire of its "murmurs" and "gaze".

Dragon Soul was still desperately trying to "filter" this information for him.

But she soon discovered that she was as fragile as paper in the face of this level of information overload.

"Damn it... even I'm going to be..."

Her voice became intermittent, clearly indicating that she herself was on the verge of collapse.

At this critical moment, [Senro] moved.

The little doll suddenly raised its head, opened its arms, and began to "expand" wildly.

A doll the size of a palm, yet at this moment it felt like a massive fortress stretching across the sea of ​​consciousness.

It "absorbed" the consciousness of both Ron and Azalea into its protective range.

Then, with the "stability" inherited from the "substitute doll," he forcefully withstood the impact of the "mother's" lingering gaze.

"This...how is this possible..."

Acelia was so shocked she was speechless.
"A newly created being... can actually withstand the impact of the consciousness of the primordial being?"

But the facts are right in front of us.

The core characteristic of 【Senra】, "absolute stability", demonstrated an effect beyond imagination at this moment:

It neither tried to "understand" the information nor attempted to "resist" the shock to its consciousness.

Simply turn yourself into a "buffer layer" or a "barrier".

An umbrella held up in a storm, though it cannot stop the wind and rain, can at least provide shelter for those under it.

"baby……"

Nari's weak voice came through:
"I'm sorry, Mom has dragged you into this..."

Her consciousness was already half-collapsed at this moment.

Most of the hundreds of eyeballs lost focus, and the tentacles drooped limply.

"Mom, hang in there!"

Ron suppressed the tearing sensation emanating from the depths of his consciousness, attempting to provide support to Nari through their bloodline connection.

But he soon discovered that his power was as insignificant as a firefly in the face of an impact of this magnitude.

Fragments of memories of "mother" continue to flood in.

Ron "saw" the hunt:

The three great demons of the wizarding civilization—the Progenitor, the Creator, and the Apocalypse—joined forces with several other transcendent beings to launch a siege against the "Mother."

It was a war that transcended dimensions.

The battlefield spans countless parallel universes, and each collision leads to the annihilation of several star systems;
Each clash of energy tears apart the very structure of spacetime.
The final "killer move" is the "concept seal" unleashed by the three demon gods working together.

They couldn't "kill" their mother; it was simply impossible.

The original existence cannot be killed, just as you cannot "kill" the "1" in mathematics.

What they did was forcibly change the "state of existence" of the "mother".

From "free-diffusion chaos" to "a confined container";
From "ubiquitous possibilities" to "entities with fixed coordinates";
Then, this "container" was sealed in the deepest part of the main world, forming the "Great Abyss" as we know it today.

Even so, the "mother" was not truly dead.

Her body was torn apart, and the fragments scattered throughout the universe;
Consciousness was fragmented, with only the most core remnant slumbering at the bottom of the abyss;
But as long as a trace of chaos exists, as long as the concept of "change" exists in the universe, she can never be completely erased...

"child……"

The "voice" rang out again, this time even clearer:
"I...have too many fragments..."

"I want to... be... whole again..."

"Help me... find... the others... of me..."

Every single word caused Ron's ethereal body to tremble violently.

He could sense that the remnants of "Mother's" consciousness were trying to establish a deeper connection with Nari.

For Nari, this was both an opportunity and a disaster.

If she succeeds, she will gain power beyond imagination.

This directly crosses the threshold of becoming a quasi-Witch King, and may even reach the level of a true "Witch King";
If she fails, her consciousness will be completely overwhelmed by the remnants of her "mother's" thoughts.

Turned into a puppet that only knows how to execute the "collect fragments" command...

"No...I don't want to..."

Nari struggled desperately:
"I don't want to become someone else..."

“I am Nari…”

"I am the baby's mother..."

“I don’t want…I don’t want…”

Her voice grew weaker and weaker, her consciousness gradually being overwhelmed by that terrifying torrent of thoughts.

A strong sense of anxiety welled up in Ron's heart.

He has to do something!
But what can he do?
A Dark Sun-level wizard is so insignificant before the Primordial Being that he is not even a speck of dust...

"Acelia!"

"In the……"

The dragon soul's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"Can your [Dragon Clan Collective Memory Bank] temporarily store these memories of 'Mother'?"

"What?"

Acelia was stunned:
"Are you crazy? This level of information is going to burst my soul!"

"No, not all of them."

Ron suppressed the tearing sensation deep within his consciousness and quickly analyzed the situation:
Only store the parts that are 'already understood'!

"Through the filtering of [Senro], the chaotic information that was originally incomprehensible has been transformed into relatively stable 'memory fragments'."

"You only need to collect these fragments; don't touch the raw data!"

Azalea remained silent for a moment.

"...You mean, you want me to act as a 'hard drive'?"

"That's understandable."

Ron's thinking became clearer and clearer:
"[Senro] is in charge of 'decoding,' you are in charge of 'storing,' and I..."

He took a deep breath:
“I’ll 'index' it.”

"Use the abilities of [Starlight Observer] to categorize, label, and catalog these memory fragments."

"In this way, the pressure on Nari will be greatly reduced."

She doesn't need to process all the information at once; she just needs to extract it one by one according to the 'directory' we've created.

This plan sounds crazy, and its execution is even more incredibly difficult.

It's equivalent to building a temporary "information processing system" at the level of consciousness.

The three people play the roles of "processor", "memory", and "hard drive" respectively...

But now, there is no better way.

"...Give it a try."

Acelia gave a wry smile:
"Since we're going to die anyway, there's no harm in struggling a little longer."

The three consciousnesses began to intertwine in an unprecedented way.

【Shinra】 decodes the fragments of “mother’s” memories into understandable segments.

Ron used his Stargazing ability to categorize these fragments.

A vast virtual directory was created based on chronological order, subject categories, and importance.
Acelia then opened the [Dragon Collective Memory Bank] and stored these fragments one by one, marking each fragment with an index number provided by Ron...

The whole process was like building a dam in a storm.

It could collapse at any moment, it could fail at any moment, and it teeters on the brink of collapse every second.

Nevertheless, it is still far from enough.

Ron gritted his teeth; he only had one last move left...

(End of this chapter)