Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 670: Driving the tiger and swallowing the wolf
Time goes back to a few days ago.

At that time, Ron had just said goodbye to Eve.

He stood there, watching the contrail of the aircraft disappear from sight.

His hand unconsciously reached for his chest, where the [Fate Card] given to him by Chloe was hidden.

The cool touch seeped through his clothes, which inexplicably made his heart beat a little faster.

An inexplicable premonition, like the frost that quietly descends in late autumn, is spreading from the depths of my bones.

This feeling is all too familiar.

Whenever a major decision is presented to him, his dangerous intuition from the [Starlight Observer] will issue such a warning.

"Refining the Throne Seed..."

Ron frowned slightly.

The "gift" that Nari sent was indeed precious; the creation formed by the fusion of the primal power of the thirteen Supreme Apostles was enough to drive any Dark Sun-level wizard mad.

However, the more precious the opportunity, the greater the risk it often comes with.

Having spent so many years struggling on the path of wizardry, he has come to understand one principle deeply.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. Even if one did fall from the sky, you should first check if there's a trap underneath.

"We should go see Chloe for a fortune telling."

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Ron quickly walked to a secluded corner, and after confirming that no one was around, he took out the specially made divination card from his storage bag.

The card is pitch black, with only a faint image of a weaver girl in the center.

When his magic was infused into it, the pattern seemed to come alive and began to slowly rotate.

A moment later, a phantom light rose from the card and condensed in the air to form a half-body projection of Chloe.

"Associate Professor Ralph."

The blind witch chuckled softly:
"I won the bet."

"What are you gambling?"

"I bet you'll contact me within three days."

Chloe gently shook her head, her long, gray hair swaying slightly in the projection:

"Seventy-two hours ago, a dramatic fluctuation appeared on my lifeline."

The location and frequency of those fluctuations highly coincide with your fate line.

Her tone was tinged with self-deprecation:

"To be honest, I originally wanted to wait a little longer to make myself seem less anxious, but you arrived a whole day faster than I expected."

Ron raised an eyebrow slightly:

What if I had contacted you one day later?

"Then I lose."

Chloe said frankly:

"I lost to my own curiosity."

After all, that fluctuation was so strange that I probably couldn't help but ask you about it.

This conversation eased Ron's tense nerves a little.

"Then I won't let you lose this time."

He chuckled softly, then his smile faded.

"Chloe, I need you to do a divination for me."

"I know."

Chloe nodded:

"About that power that's gathering around you, right?"

"You've already sensed it?"

"What you perceive is only the edge."

The projection of the blind witch tilted its head slightly, seemingly gazing in a distant direction:

"The purity and concentration of that power were beyond my comprehension."

My destiny, the Weaver Girl, issued a warning as soon as I touched its outer edge…

"It warned me not to actively probe its core, but it didn't tell me why."

"This only made me more curious."

Sure enough, my hunch was right.

Even Chloe's nascent undead form issued a warning.

That means that the level of this power has touched the edge of some kind of "taboo".

That's why I need your help.

His voice deepened:

"I don't expect you to see the whole picture, I just hope to get some... hints."

Even a vague idea is better than acting blindly.

Chloe in the projection remained silent.

Although her eyes were still sealed by black silk, they gave the illusion that she was "scrutinizing" something.

That's a sign that the Weaver Girl of Destiny is in motion.

"it is good."

Finally, she nodded:
"But I have two conditions."

"Please say."

"First, whatever the result of this divination, you must not tell a third person."

"why?"

"because……"

Chloe carefully chose her words:

"My intuition tells me that this divination involves a very high level."

The information is so valuable that a leak could trigger unexpected chain reactions.

"Fate is a finely woven tapestry, with every thread interconnected."

When you pull one of the strands, the entire brocade surface will ripple.

"And this time, the thread we're about to touch... may be more sensitive than I imagined."

"I understand. That's how divination sometimes works. If you reveal the secret, it won't be effective. I promise you."

Ron nodded without hesitation:
"What about the second condition?"

"second……"

Chloe touched the silk on her face and smiled:

"After the divination is over, you will owe me a story."

"story?"

"Regarding the source of that power."

Her tone became lighter:

"I know you certainly won't tell me everything, but at least let me hear the gist, otherwise curiosity will kill this cat."

Ron chuckled:

"make a deal."

"Then, please give me three hours to prepare."

Chloe's projection began to become transparent:

"At that time, please make sure you are in an absolutely safe environment."

This level of divination requires complete concentration; any external interference could lead to…deviation.

Three hours later, Ron sat alone in the underground chamber of the Central Lands Manor.

The Life Card lies quietly on the stone platform in front of him.

As the last second of the third hour passed, the cards suddenly emitted a soft silver light.

The light spread through the air like flowing water, outlining a complete human figure.

This time, Chloe's projection was clearer and more solid than before.

Behind her, a grand, illusory figure could be vaguely seen—that was her illusory prototype, the Weaver of Fate.

The Weaver Girl's face was somewhat blurry, but her hands, which were holding the silk thread, were clearly visible.

Countless strands of light, as fine as hair, fell from her fingers, weaving into an incredibly complex three-dimensional network.

"Are you ready?"

"anytime."

"Then, please silently think of the question you want to ask."

She extended her right hand, and a stack of cards appeared in her palm:
"You don't need to say it out loud, just let the question fill your mind."

The divination cards will sense it and provide corresponding answers.

Ron nodded and closed his eyes.

The image of the throne seed flashed through his mind.

The creation, which fused the essence of the thirteen Supreme Apostles, was quietly suspended in Nari's Chaos Palace.

And that lingering sense of foreboding...

"I sensed it."

Chloe's voice came from the darkness:

"It's a question about 'opportunity' and 'danger,' and you want to know what awaits you ahead."

She started shuffling the cards.

The cards fluttered between her fingers, making a soft "rustling" sound.

"This deck of cards is called 'The Clever Hand'."

Chloe explained as she shuffled the cards:
"Unlike ordinary divination cards, it does not predict specific events, but only reveals the 'essence' and 'trend' behind the events."

"Each card corresponds to a core 'image' in the wizarding worldview."

Interpreting them requires the joint participation of both the diviner and the divined—I provide the imagery, you provide the understanding.

She stopped shuffling the cards and left the deck suspended in the air.

"Now, please choose three cards at random. Don't think, don't hesitate, let your instincts guide your hand."

Ron reached out his hand.

His fingertips touched the projection on the back of the card, and a faint electric current spread from the point of contact.

The feeling was peculiar—it seemed as if the mysterious power sealed within the cards was resonating with his consciousness.

Without pausing, he intuitively selected three cards.

Chloe took the cards and arranged them in the air in a specific order.

The three cards are laid out in a straight line, each face down, emitting a faint silver glow.

"Three-card formation".

The first card represents the 'past'—the historical factors influencing the current situation;

The second card represents the 'present' situation—the core predicament you are facing right now;

"The third card represents the 'future'—the most likely outcome if things continue on the current trajectory."

Her finger hovered over the first card.

"Are you ready?"

Ron nodded.

The first card was slowly turned over.

On the screen, a bottomless ancient well occupies the entire surface of the card.

A rope hangs down from the wellhead.

The rope was peculiar—the upper half looked brand new and sturdy, while the lower half was rotten and decayed, as if it had been corroded from the inside by something.

The two sections of rope were barely connected and could break at any moment.

The strangest thing is the well water.

If that can be called water.

The well is a flowing "darkness," and what is reflected on its surface is not the sky, but countless twinkling stars.

At the bottom of the card, the name is inscribed in ancient wizarding script: [The Bottomless Well]

Chloe frowned slightly.

"'Past' position..."

She pondered for a moment and began to interpret:
"When the Bottomless Well is in its upright position, it represents 'the call of the abyss,' 'an unbreakable bond,' and 'a pull from the past.'"

"It suggests that the root cause affecting the whole situation is related to some kind of 'deep' existence."

That being has been calling to you, and you... have already answered that call.

She pointed to the rope, which was half new and half rotten:

"This detail is very important."

The rope represents 'connection'—the upper half is the part you actively establish, and the lower half is the part you passively endure.

"Neither is complete; both are fragile."

But together they formed a passage to the abyss.

She looked up and "looked" at Ron:

"There is an established, but not secure, connection between you and a being of abyssal nature."

This connection is the 'root' of the whole situation.

Ron silently memorized this information.

The Bottomless Well...

Considering his current situation, this almost certainly points to his blood pact with Nari and his various connections with the Abyss.

That "half-new, half-rotten" rope might refer to the complex bond that he actively chose and passively endured.

It is fragile, yet it truly exists.

It may break at any time, but it is also the only channel.

The second card is turned face up.

This time the scene is much more complex.

A huge mirror stands in the center of the picture.

But the mirror had already developed cracks, with countless tiny cracks spreading outwards from the center like a spider web.

The left half of the mirror reflects a bright sun.

The warm, gentle sunlight shone on a field bursting with vibrant flowers.

The right half of the mirror reflects a dim moon.

The cold, eerie moonlight enveloped a withered, desolate wasteland.

Two completely opposite scenes coexist in the same mirror.

Directly in front of the mirror stands a figure with its back to the observer.

The figure's posture was peculiar.

His left hand reached out to the left side of the mirror, as if trying to touch the sunlight;

His right hand reached out to the right side of the mirror, as if drawn by the moonlight.

The body is thus in a distorted posture, as if it could be torn apart at any moment.

[Cracked Mirror - Orthopedic Position]

"'Now' position..."

Chloe's voice became even more serious:

"【The Broken Mirror】represents 'inner conflict', 'an impending collapse of balance', and 'a choice that must be made'."

"Mirrors are a symbol of self-awareness."

When a mirror cracks, it means your understanding of your own situation is wavering.

She pointed to the distorted figure:

"This person is simultaneously drawn to two forces—sunlight and moonlight, prosperity and desolation, gain and loss."

"He made no choice, so his posture was distorted."

"If this continues, the mirror will shatter completely, and he... will be torn in two."

"This card is telling you that you are at a critical point, with two opposing forces pulling you in opposite directions."

"If a decision is not made soon, the balance will completely collapse."

"And at that time, you will lose the right to choose."

Ron understood.

This is exactly his current situation.

The throne seed represents a tremendous opportunity, but it also comes with unknown risks.

He hasn't made a final decision yet, so his situation is "distorted".

They both yearned for that power and feared that danger.

This situation cannot last long; the cracks in the mirror are spreading, and he must make a choice as soon as possible.

When the third card was revealed, the scene suddenly became oppressive.

A forest is burning; the flames have engulfed most of the woodland, thick smoke obscures the sky, and ashes fall like snow.

Two blurry figures were running at the edge of the fire.

The figure in front was thin and agile, seemingly some kind of small ferocious beast.

It desperately fled forward, its fur already scorched by the flames.

The figure behind was enormous and imposing, seemingly some kind of even more ferocious large predator.

It is chasing after the former, raising clouds of dust with every step.

The two beasts, one fleeing and the other chasing, both rushed towards the area where the flames were most intense.

They didn't seem to realize that direction... was a dead end.

In the far corner of the picture, on a small hill far from the flames, there is a tiny human figure.

The figure was holding something in its hand—in the firelight, it could be vaguely seen to be a torch.

He stood there quietly, overlooking the entire burning forest.

And, looking down at the two beasts chasing each other, about to be engulfed in flames.

【Burning the Forest - Right Position】

Chloe remained silent for a long time.

The Weaver Girl behind her trembled slightly, and the silk threads hanging from her fingers became somewhat disordered.

"'Future' position..."

The blind witch's voice became faint:
"【Burning Forest】is an extremely versatile card; its meaning can change depending on the surrounding cards."

"Taken alone, it represents 'destruction,' 'purification,' and 'irreversible end,' but the end of your destiny is clearly not here..."

"But in this spread..."

She pointed to the two beastly figures in the image:

"These two beasts are key; one is fleeing, and the other is chasing. Both will perish in the flames."

"And that figure standing on the hill..."

Chloe's tone became meaningful:

"He has a torch in his hand."

"A torch is the source of fire."

"This means..."

She looked up and "looked" at Ron:

"He may have started this fire."

Ron's breath hitched.

Do you understand?

Chloe asked softly:
"This card is not predicting a 'natural disaster,' it is just hinting at a 'strategy.'"

"That person set the forest on fire, forcing the small animals to flee;"

The small animal's escape attracted the pursuit of the larger animal;
The large beast chased the small beast, and both rushed into the sea of ​​fire…

"Ultimately, the person standing on the hill became the sole survivor." She paused for a moment, then added:
"Of course, this is just one interpretation."

【焚林】has other possible meanings—such as 'to perish together with the enemy' or 'to get burned'…

"Which one it is depends on your own understanding and choice."

After all three cards were revealed, Chloe's projection began to become transparent.

"Therefore, my divination ends here."

Her voice faded into the distance:

"The Bottomless Well, the Shattered Mirror, the Burning Forest... these three cards have already outlined the entire pattern."

"The rest of the interpretation is up to you."

"After all, only you know what specific people and events correspond to those images."

Before her projection completely dissipated, it left behind one last sentence:

"Oh, and don't forget the story you owe me."

"Let's have a meal together after you return safely, and remember to invite Princess Eve."

The projection completely disappeared.

The light of the [Fate Card] faded, and it reverted to being an ordinary card.

However, the image of the Weaver Girl on the card has faded considerably.

Ron sat alone in the dark, secret room.

The image of the three cards kept flashing through his mind:

【The Bottomless Well】—A bond in the abyss, a fragile connection;

【The Broken Mirror】—An inner conflict, a balance on the verge of collapse;

【Burning Forest】—A burning forest, wild beasts chasing each other, and a person setting fire to the forest while standing on a hill.

He began to analyze the logic behind it.

"'The past' is the root cause..."

"My connection to the Abyss, my blood pact with Nari—this is the starting point of the whole situation."

“That rope, which was ‘half new and half rotten,’ represents the complex relationship between her and me, one that was both active and passive.”

"'Now' is the time to make a choice..."

"I am being pulled by two forces—opportunity and risk, gain and loss."

If I don't make a decision soon, I'll be torn apart.

"'The future' is..."

Ron's gaze fell on the [Burning Forest] card in his mind.

The two wild beasts, one fleeing and the other chasing, both rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

The arsonist stood on a distant hill.

"If I were the one who started the fire..."

His thoughts gradually became clear:

What do those two wild beasts represent?

Connecting the clues from the first two cards:
【The Bottomless Well】points to the great abyss, to the remaining power of the "Mother";

The "cracked mirror" symbolizes two opposing forces pulling at each other...

Ron suddenly remembered the stories Nari had told him.

"Mother"—the primordial being hunted and torn apart and sealed away by the wizarding civilization.

If Nari's breakthrough truly disturbed the remnants of "Mother's" consciousness...

If that consciousness really is trying to devour Nari...

Therefore, he will not be facing one threat, but two.

One is the remnant will of the "mother".

Another one is... The being described in "The Star Eater's Ramblings" suddenly flashed through Ron's mind.

That ancient monster lurks deep within the starry sky, feeding on stars and taking pleasure in destroying civilizations.

If he could somehow bring these two forces together and make them fight each other...

"Using a tiger to devour a wolf."

These four words cleaved through the fog like lightning.

The two wild beasts on the "Burning Forest" sign—one fleeing and the other chasing—are a concrete representation of this strategy.

All he needed to do was become the "arsonist".

Light the fuse, draw the two forces together, and then... stand at a distance and wait for them to both be severely damaged.

"This plan is insane."

Ron himself was somewhat moved.

But the divination result had already clearly told him:

If he doesn't make a choice, the [Shattered Mirror] will shatter completely, and he will be torn in two.

If he chooses to confront them head-on, his strength is simply insufficient to contend with an existence of that level.

The only way out is to let the threats cancel each other out.

"Shifting the blame eastward..."

Ron took a deep breath and put the [Life Card] back into his storage bag.

The outline of the plan had already taken shape in his mind.

However, more preparations are needed to determine the specifics of how to implement it.

Moreover, he must bear the risk of failure.

After all, it's about guiding two ancient beings to confront each other...

If he is not careful, he will become the first piece of firewood to be burned to ashes in that "fire".

But as the [Burning Forest] card implies, the person who sets the fire will not necessarily be burned to death.

The key is where you stand.

As the broken mirror suggests, fate is not yet determined; everything depends on one's own choices.

………………

Back to the present, Ron's consciousness is struggling on the verge of collapse.

The flood of memories of his "mother" was like a thousand sharp blades, constantly cutting through his mental defenses.

Although [Senro] had erected a protective layer, that protection was already in grave danger, with cracks spreading continuously across the silver-gray light screen.

"I can't hold on any longer..."

Acelia's voice was so weak it was almost inaudible:
"Ron, my soul is about to burst..."

"The sheer volume of this information is far too much for me to handle..."

The dragon soul's consciousness trembled violently in its spiritual sea, and the originally bright dragon scale patterns were gradually dimming.

"sorry Sorry……"

Nari's cries echoed through their blood ties:

"Mom never expected this..."

"Mom just wants to become stronger, to better protect her baby..."

"I never expected to alarm 'Mother'... I never expected to implicate you all..."

Most of her hundreds of eyeballs had lost their luster.

Its tentacles drooped limply in the water, like a dying jellyfish.

"It's all your fault, you tentacle monster..."

Acelia's voice carried a hint of resentment, but even more so, weariness and helplessness:

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have let you absorb those powers in such a hurry..."

"But... never mind..."

She sighed:
"Anyway, I've lived this long enough, so I've had my fill..."

"The only regret is that I couldn't settle the score with that crazy woman, Pandora."

"She was laughing quite happily when she dissected me, this baby dragon."

"I wanted to see her regret and suffer with my own eyes... but it seems I won't have that chance now."

The dragon soul's voice grew softer and softer, and its consciousness fluctuations became weaker and weaker.

She was prepared for her demise.

"Don't rush to give up."

A voice suddenly sounded.

"Ron?"

Azalea was stunned.

"baby?"

Nari stopped crying.

"I have a solution."

Ron's consciousness began to solidify; although the pain persisted, his mind became more focused than ever before.
"A crazy idea."

"It might succeed, or it might kill us even faster."

"But at least... it's better than sitting and waiting to die."

He didn't wait for their response, but immediately took action.

His consciousness sank to the deepest part of his body, where his nascent ethereal form, the Threshold of Darkness, floated.

At the heart of the theater, a tightly closed door emitted a dim light.

That is the [Mysterious Gate].

Behind this door, through the meditation circuit established by "The Star Eater's Ramblings," lies a distant and terrifying being—"The Devourer."

"You are crazy!"

Acelia immediately guessed his intention:
"You want to actively summon the 'Devourer'?!"

"That's an ancient being at the level of a ruler!"

"Even a single glance from it would be enough to reduce us to ashes!"

"Therefore."

Ron's voice was eerily calm:
"It can also temporarily distract the 'mother's' remaining consciousness."

"You mean... using one tiger to devour another?"

Aseria understood his plan in an instant:

"Use the 'devourer' to fight the 'mother'?"

“Back when we were hunting down the ‘Mother,’ the ‘Devourer’ was one of the main forces.”

"If the 'mother' senses its presence..."

"We will definitely release Nari for the time being and deal with this 'traitor' instead."

The dragon soul's voice was filled with shock, and also with a certain... awe.

The audacity of this plan has exceeded her wildest imagination.

"Mother."

Ron's voice came through the bloodline connection:
“Once the consciousness of the ‘devourer’ arrives, the ‘mother’ will definitely be distracted.”

"That moment is your only chance to disconnect."

"Are you sure?"

Nari's tentacles trembled slightly.

She has now been largely consumed by her "mother" and has less and less room to act independently.

But after hearing Ron's words, those eyes that had been dim suddenly lit up again.

"Mom...you can do it, no, you must do it!"

There was a certain resolve in her voice:

"A mother will do anything for her baby!"

"Then get ready."

Ron took a deep breath:

"I'm going to start."

His consciousness was completely absorbed into the [Silent Theater].

On the stage made of starlight, three pillars emit a faint glow.

【Starlight Observer】, 【Chaos Shielder】, 【Thunder and Fire Arbiter】—the three forces merged completely at this moment, converging into a pure spear of will.

"The Star Eater's Ramblings..."

Ron began chanting the ancient meditation incantation:

"I look up into the abyss, and the abyss looks back into me."

“I call out to hunger, and hunger answers me.”

As soon as the words fell, in the boundless void, a distant being suddenly "opened" its eyes.

That is the essence of "hunger" and "devouring".

When it "looked" toward the Great Abyss, the entire universe trembled slightly.

"Ok?"

A "voice" that cannot be described in words echoed in the void:
"Are the seeds... ripe?"

The consciousness of the "devourer" began to traverse space, extending towards the Great Abyss.

It thought that the "seeds" it had sown had finally reached the time for harvest.

The Star Eater's Ramblings was actually a means for it to "cultivate" food.

When a cultivator's power reaches a certain level, their soul becomes "delicious".

When they take the initiative to call out, it means – “Dinner is ready.”

The consciousness of the "devourer" was like a black lightning bolt, piercing through the barriers of countless planes.

In its "perception," the Great Abyss is like a plate, and the "seed" that issued the call is the most tempting main course on the plate.

However, when its consciousness truly touched the edge of the abyss, it suddenly sensed an aura that was extremely familiar yet instinctively terrifying.

That aura came from the deepest part of the Great Abyss.

From that primordial being that was torn apart, sealed away, yet never truly died.

"Mother".

"!!!"

The consciousness of the "devourer" trembled violently.

It wanted to retreat, to leave this dangerous area immediately.

But it's too late.

The remnant consciousness of "Mother" was awakened by Nari's breakthrough and also sensed the arrival of "Devourer".

The "voice" from the deepest part of the abyss suddenly changed tone:
"traitor……"

"You came……"

In an instant, the "mother's" gaze shifted abruptly.

All the pressure, the intrusion of consciousness, the implantation of "commands"—all ceased at this moment.

Instead, an even more terrifying and violent will swept towards the consciousness of the "devourer" like a tsunami.

"traitor!"

"I remember you... I'll always remember you..."

The enormous outline that had been sleeping in the "Primordial Sea" began to tremble violently.

Countless chaotic tentacles surged from the depths of the abyss, like an enraged mother beast, ready to tear the intruders to shreds.

"No...this is not what I wanted!"

The consciousness of the "devourer" is screaming:
"This is a trap, a bait!"

"Someone...someone used the summoning...to lure me here."

But these explanations are no longer meaningful.

"Mother" won't listen, nor does she want to listen.

All He knew was that the "child" who had betrayed Him was right before His eyes.

This anger and resentment, which had been accumulating in the endless slumber of time, finally found an outlet.

Two wills, surpassing even the Witch King, clashed fiercely at the edge of the Great Abyss!
The entire thirteenth level of the abyss was shaking.

The sea of ​​darkness surged with towering waves, and the poisonous gas that corroded the swamp solidified.

The forest of flesh and blood withered and reborn countless times, and the spirits of the dead in the wasteland of bones let out heart-wrenching howls...

This is a clash between two top rulers. Even if it is just a collision at the level of consciousness, it is enough to plunge the entire abyss into turmoil.

And all of this... is exactly what Ron wanted.

"It's now!"

His voice came through the blood connection:
"Mom, quickly disconnect the connection!"

"While 'Mother' is distracted, erase all the 'instructions' she implanted in your body!"

Nari's body trembled violently.

She could sense that the connection of consciousness she had established with her "mother" was at its most vulnerable at this moment.

Like a rubber band stretched to its limit, it will break with the slightest touch.

"Mom... is about to take action..."

Her hundreds of eyes lit up at the same time.

Countless tentacles began to churn wildly, stirring up a massive storm within her body.

Those "instructions" forcibly implanted by the "mother":
"Collecting fragments," "reuniting the original body," and "eternal obedience" are like chains binding the soul at this moment.

Nari used all his strength to break the chains one by one!

"what--!"

The intense pain caused her to let out a piercing scream.

That was the pain of a soul being torn apart, the pain of having one's very essence rewritten.

With each chain she cuts, she loses a part of her connection with her "mother".

These connections were once one of the sources of her strength.

But she did not hesitate.

“I am Nari…”

She kept repeating this name in her mind:

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

"I am not anyone's tool..."

“I am not a puppet for ‘collecting fragments’…”

"I am—Nari!"

The moment the last chain broke.

An indescribable sense of relief welled up from the depths of her soul.

Those "instructions" that had once weighed on her consciousness, those "missions" that had been like shackles, all vanished at this moment.

She has become a complete, independent, and free being once again.

at the same time……

The remaining consciousness of "Mother" let out an angry roar.

He sensed Nari's "detachment".

But at this moment, He was entangled with the consciousness of the "devourer" and had no time to pay attention to this "small" rebellion.

The clash between the two rulers continues.

In this battle that can be described as cosmic in scale, Ron, Nari, Azalea... these "ants" finally got a chance to catch their breath.

"I guess it can be considered a success..."

Ron's consciousness withdrew from the [Silent Theater], his body drenched in cold sweat.

His mental energy was completely depleted, and his magic reserves had also dropped to their lowest point.

"Using one tiger to devour another, diverting disaster eastward..."

"Chloe, your divination saved us all."

(End of this chapter)