Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

That is the complete record of "time perception disorder":

How did the opponent gradually descend into madness? What changes occurred in their mental structure? How was their power system eroded by "time"?

Every detail has been fully "recorded" by the Silent Theater.

At the same time, Ron felt his "Empty Crown" vibrate slightly.

One of the seven empty gem slots flashed with a faint light.

Although it is still a long way from being "fully lit up", changes have indeed occurred.

Increased resistance to time-based attacks.

Although the improvement is small, it adds up.

If enough "time-based" prisoners are taken in, this number will accumulate and eventually lead to a qualitative change.

"First one, done."

Ron took out the black and white invitation.

The poet's name has disappeared from the list.

Instead, information about the next target was provided:
[Second Target: Alchemist Sophia Crow]

Coordinates: Deep within the frozen planet

Danger Level: Grand Wizard (Early Stage/Weakened)
Pollution type: Collapse of material cognition

Note: This person was once a top alchemist who came into contact with taboos while attempting to create the "Philosopher's Stone".

Currently, the boundary between "life" and "matter" cannot be distinguished, and everything is regarded as "material" that can be refined, including oneself...

"next."

This planet is the complete opposite of the previous desert planet.

There is no scorching sun here, only eternal cold.

Ron traversed the ice, descending downwards.

He could sense that the target was in the core region of the planet—where there was a naturally formed, enormous cavity.

The hollow walls are inlaid with countless glowing ice crystals, illuminating the entire space like a dreamlike fairyland.

And in the very center of the void... there was a "person".

To be precise, they were once human.

Sofia Claudio sat on a chair made of ice crystals.

Her body is no longer a normal flesh and blood body, but has been replaced by a patchwork of various "materials":
The left arm is pure gold, its surface covered with runes;

The right arm is made of translucent crystal, with luminous liquid flowing inside;
Half of its torso is hard rock, and the other half is soft silk;
One leg is made of steel, and the other of wood.

"Perfect...not perfect enough..."

She murmured to herself:
"Gold is too heavy, it needs to be replaced with mithril..."

"The crystal's magic conductivity isn't enough; we should use magic crystals..."

"The rock is too rough; it needs to be polished smoother..."

As she spoke, she continued to "reform" herself.

They cut a piece of "material" from the body, refined it into a new "part," and then inlaid it back into the body, repeating the cycle endlessly.

Ron felt a chill run down his spine.

Sophia suddenly looked up at the person who had come.

"The visitor..." her voice was mechanical and hollow: "Or is it new...material?"

Ron's alarm bells rang loudly.

The next second, the female alchemist stretched out her hands.

The golden left arm and the crystal right arm simultaneously shone brightly, and an alchemical array unfolded in the air!

"Let me see what your body is made of..."

"Could you... become my new component...?"

The abilities of the Stargazer are fully unleashed.

From this perspective, every "part" of the other person's body is analyzed clearly—

The energy flow trajectory contained in the golden left arm, the magic conduction path of the crystal right arm, the junction points of various materials on the torso... all weaknesses are on full display.

"That's great..."

Sophia's jeweled eyes were filled with greed:

"Your eyes contain the essence of 'observation'..."

"If... we dig it up..."

Before she finished speaking, she had already disappeared from the spot!

The golden left arm transformed into a streak of light, aiming straight for Ron's eyes!

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the hollow.

The starlight formed an invisible shield, blocking the fatal blow.

"Your speed..."

Sophia tilted her head, a confused expression on her half-human, half-porcelain face:
"It looks slow, so how can it be..."

She extended her crystal right arm, and a beam of light shot from her fingertips.

Ron's figure flickered like a phantom, easily dodging the attack.

The beam of light struck the ice wall, melting a passage hundreds of meters deep.

"Let me... dismantle you..."

"Take a look at your internal structure... what secrets does it hold..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire ice cave suddenly "came to life"!

"so troublesome."

Ron could feel himself being "disintegrated".

The projection of the [Threshold of Darkness] unfolded behind him, with starlight, chaos, and lightning—the three pillars shining simultaneously.

That mysterious door opened completely, releasing a terrifying pressure powerful enough to distort reality!
The ice cave began to collapse.

Ice sheets are breaking apart, rocks are shattering, and the entire planet's crust is shaking violently!
If an observer were to look down upon this icy planet from space at this moment, they would witness a breathtaking scene:
A crack that keeps widening has appeared on the planet's surface.

The rift stretches from the Arctic to the Antarctic, is hundreds of kilometers wide, and is bottomless.

Two distinct beams of energy erupted from the crack:
One light was pure starlight, dazzling and brilliant, like a frozen galaxy;
The other was a twisted chaos, dark and eerie, like an abyss that devoured everything.

The two forces intertwined and collided in the air, and the resulting energy shockwaves pulverized the surrounding rock fragments!
On the other side of the crack, there are dozens of giant arms made of various materials such as gold, crystal, and mithril.

It is frantically tearing at the Earth's crust, attempting to "dismantle" the entire planet!
This is a battle at the level of a great wizard.

Every move they make is enough to change the planet's landscape;
Each collision is enough to trigger a geological disaster;
If left unchecked, their battle could completely destroy this planet!

"I have completed my analysis of your attack patterns..."

Sofia's voice came from all directions:
"Next... is the 'disassembly' phase..."

Countless arms attacked from all angles, each arm tip changing into a different shape:
Some are sharp blades, some are high-speed rotating drill bits, and some are nozzles that release strong acid...

Ron raised his hands, and starlight gathered in his palms.

Countless stars orbited around him, forming a flowing star ring.

The arm was torn and twisted by the terrifying gravitational field, and it disintegrated before it even touched the body!
"gravitational……"

Sofia quickly adjusted:
"I see... Then let's try another approach..."

Her attack pattern changed immediately.

Her arms began to unleash various elemental attacks—fire, frost, lightning, poison… She was constantly learning and optimizing.

The first wave of attacks was completely intercepted;

The second wave of attacks broke through the outer defenses;

The third wave of attacks was already close enough to touch Ron's clothes...

“As expected of a former master alchemist,” Ron said softly. “Unfortunately… you’ve forgotten one thing.”

"What?" Sophia's voice came.

“You are now…” Ron laughed, “into my ‘territory’.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire space suddenly "froze".

This is the core capability of the Silent Theater—in this "theater," only things permitted by the "script" can happen.

And now, Ron is the one who writes the "script".

"In my theater..."

He walked slowly forward, and with each step he took, the surrounding space seemed to solidify further.
"Your 'optimization,' your 'transformation,' your 'pursuit'... are all meaningless."

He approached Sophia's reconstructed body, reached out, and placed his hand on the floating head.

The suction power of the [Mysterious Gate] explodes!

Sophia tried to resist, but her body had been completely anchored by the "theater" during the previous battle of attrition, and she was unable to move at all.

"no, do not want……"

"I haven't... reached perfection yet..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

All the various pieces of material turned into specks of light and were sucked into the darkness behind the door.

Sophia's figure appeared in one of the compartments of the collection room.

In this special prison, she was forcibly "fixed" into her original human form.

Sofia opened her eyes and looked down at her hands.

"This……"

Her voice was filled with confusion:

"this is me?"

Where are my materials?

"What about my modifications?"

"Where is my...perfection?"

No matter how much she struggled, her body could not be "remodeled" again.

In this prison, the boundaries between "matter" and "life" are forcibly clearly defined.

She is "life," and everything else is "matter," with an insurmountable chasm between them.

"Do not……"

Sofia collapsed to the ground, clutching her head and sobbing:
"This isn't me..."

"This is not perfect..."

"This……"

Her voice grew softer and softer until it finally fell silent.

………………

After taking Sophia in, Ron felt another surge of information.

Two more gem slots on the "Empty Crown" gleamed faintly:

[Enhanced resistance to material transformation]

[Alchemy Decomposition Resistance Increase]

He took out the invitation, and Sophia's name disappeared.

New target information has emerged:

[Third Target: Space Mage Ezra Quill]

Coordinates: Drift debris zone
Danger Level: Peak Dark Sun
Pollution type: Spatial perception misalignment

[Fourth Target: Flesh Warlock Mariana Prey]

Coordinates: Subsurface lava layer of a barren planet

Danger Level: Dark Sun
Type of pollution: Confusion about the essence of life

Ron glanced at the details of the two targets; compared to the previous two, these two were less dangerous.

Upon arriving at the location, the third target was suspended in a distorted space.

His body kept switching between "inward" and "outward":
Sometimes it takes on a normal human shape, sometimes its internal organs are exposed, and sometimes its whole body looks like a sock turned inside out...

He suddenly turned his head and looked "at" Ron, thousands of kilometers away:
"You're already... by my side..."

Before he finished speaking, he reached out his hand.

That hand appeared right in front of the other person!

Chaotic mental pollution has imposed this distorted perception onto reality!

Ron dodged the attack and grabbed the arm with his other hand.

The ability of the Chaos Overseer is activated, forcibly "occluding" Victor's "spatial awareness".

After losing his distorted senses, Victor's power immediately became disordered.

His body began to jump uncontrollably between dimensions, his whole being flickering like a poorly positioned projection.

Ron seized the opportunity, opened the [Mysterious Gate], and contained it.

Dealing with someone at the Dark Sun level is like catching fish with a net for him now; he can catch them in a single move.

In the underground lava layer, the fourth target could no longer be called a "human".

Her body was a constantly writhing mass of flesh and blood:
It has scales, feathers, arms, claws, eyes, and a mouth...

Hundreds of biological characteristics are mixed together to form a nauseating monster.

Ron frowned.

This time he held nothing back.

The power of the Thunderfire Arbiter is unleashed in full force!

The blazing white lightning and crimson flames intertwined, forming a destructive pillar of light that blasted Marianna's body into pieces!
Then, before the fragments could reassemble, the [Mysterious Gate] absorbed all the fragments at once. Having dealt with these two targets, Ron looked at the last name on the invitation:
[Norman Davenport, "The Crown of Knowledge (Former)"]

Coordinates: Central Land Advanced Knowledge Library

Danger Level: Peak Dark Sun Level (Uncertain)
Type of pollution: one's own obsession
………………

At the edge of the Emerald Forest, Cassandra stood on a moss-covered stone slab and took a deep breath.

The air was filled with the fragrance of plants, a carefully controlled forest scent unique to the main world.

Unlike the wild planets she encountered during her wanderings, every tree here grows under the influence of wizards, and the concentration of magic is maintained at the most suitable level.

"It really is... a taste I miss."

She wrapped herself tightly in the worn-out cloak, the color of which was no longer discernible.

Having been rushed back from the edge of the wizarding civilization, she had spent all the things she could convert into cash.

During the last teleportation, the administrator looked at her as if she were a homeless person about to starve to death.

“The Cassandra of the past would have turned someone into nourishment for a void just because of that look.”

She thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile, and then walked deeper into the forest.

"I need Ellen's help."

This realization made her feel ashamed, but even more so, helpless.

In her current state, she can't even get close to Eve and Ron, let alone get past the outer defense system of the Central Lands.

Those identification arrays, maintained by multiple high wizards, will detect the anomaly in her identity.

A former tower master whose power has severely declined is itself the most suspicious existence.

“Eve…she should be under tight protection right now.”

Cassandra remembered the wedding photo in the newspaper.

The daughter stood beside the young man, smiling so brightly.

Surrounding him were the thrones of four witch kings, the gazes of countless nobles, and the blessings of the entire civilization.

In that scenario, there was no place for her as the mother.

"Perhaps... I should never have appeared in her life in the first place."

This thought made her pause in her tracks.

Would it be better for Eve if I just disappeared like this?

No missing and returning mother disturbed her new life, no past that needed explaining caused her trouble, nothing...

"Do not."

Cassandra shook her head, forcing herself to keep going.

"At least I need to see it with my own eyes, to confirm that she is truly happy, to confirm that she really... doesn't need me anymore."

"Then make a decision."

The forest grew quietly around her.

Occasionally, small magical beasts would dart out from the bushes, curiously eyeing the unfamiliar visitor before quickly disappearing.

Most of these creatures are harmless. Although the depths of the Emerald Forest are dangerous, the areas near human settlements have long been cleared.

Cassandra looked up and saw the wooden house in front of her.

Smoke billowed from the chimney, and warm light shone through the window.

In the small garden in front of the door, various plants are emitting a soft glow in the night.

She stood at the edge of the garden, hesitating for a long time.

He raised his hand, then lowered it again.

Take a deep breath and lift up again.

Finally, she gently tapped her knuckles on the wooden door.

"Boom bang bang."

Three sounds, neither too soft nor too loud, just enough for the people inside the room to hear.

A moment later, footsteps came from inside.

The doorknob turned, and a brighter light shone through the crack in the door.

Cassandra was stunned.

The person who opened the door was a beautiful woman who looked to be no more than twenty years old.

Her long, pinkish-purple hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering with a dreamy sheen under the lights.

Exquisite features, fair skin, and those deep green eyes…

"Who are you?"

The woman, who looked exactly like Mrs. Allen when she was young, spoke with a wary tone, her right hand already subtly resting on her staff.

It took Cassandra a few seconds to react.

"Ellen...senior?"

She asked tentatively, her voice slightly off-key with surprise.

"I asked who you are."

The pink-haired witch's tone grew even colder, her eerie green eyes scanning the visitor up and down:
"I will not confirm any information until I answer my question."

This reaction actually reassured Cassandra somewhat.

"I'm……"

She organized her thoughts, trying to explain her identity.

But just then, another voice came from inside the house.

"Madam, who is here?"

Immediately afterwards, a witch dressed in a moon-white robe appeared behind the door; it was Lilia.

When she saw the haggard-looking figure at the door, her brows immediately furrowed.
He instinctively stood next to Mrs. Allen—a position that would both protect the teacher and allow him to intervene at any time.

"Madam, do you know this person...?"

"do not know."

Mrs. Allen, having regained her youthful appearance, answered without hesitation:
"And it's even stranger that she just called me 'senior'."

"Should I call you 'senior'?"

Lilia's eyes sharpened:

"If your classmate were alive today, he would at least be at the Dark Sun level."

"But this person in front of me..."

Her mental energy swept over the other party, and the conclusion she drew made her even more vigilant:
"The magical energy fluctuations are chaotic, and the life force is weakening..."

"If he were truly your classmate, how could he have fallen into such a state of destitution?"

The two of them talked back and forth, completely regarding Cassandra as some kind of con artist trying to impersonate an acquaintance.

This made the once top wizard feel absurd. When did he fall to the point where even his identity had to be questioned?

"Senior Ellen, it's me, Cassandra."

She tried to explain again, her voice tinged with urgency:

“Cassandra St. Mange, back in the Crystal Spire…”

"enough."

Mrs. Allen interrupted her, her tone turning dangerous:
"Do you know what crime it is to impersonate Cassandra by disguising yourself?"

"The Crown Clan will show you what the crime of 'deceiving the king' truly means."

"I didn't impersonate anyone! Nor did I disguise myself!"

Cassandra raised her voice slightly, but immediately lowered it again:

“I really am Cassandra, it’s just… I’m not feeling well.”

"Senior, do you still remember?"
When I was still an apprentice, I accidentally stepped on and damaged a 'Star-Scarred Grass' plant in your nursery..."

"Then you lectured me for half an hour, saying I was 'arrogant, reckless, and disrespectful of other people's hard work'..."

These details caused a subtle change in Mrs. Allen's expression.

That incident did happen, and it involved his own "dark history."

The main reason she lost her temper so much was because she never mentioned it to outsiders.

Even if you know about this...

Mrs. Allen's tone softened somewhat, but she remained wary: "That doesn't prove you are who you are."

"Perhaps it stole fragments of memories from somewhere."

"and……"

She raised the most crucial point of contention: "Hasn't Cassandra already appeared?"

"During that crisis of the Crown Clan, she personally appeared and intimidated all the villains."

"She should be recuperating in our ancestral homeland right now, how could she possibly have come here?"

This question surprised Cassandra.

Has it happened? I've been wandering around the universe all this time, how could it be... wait a minute.

She suddenly remembered that when she was wandering, she once felt her power being forcibly drained by some entity.

It felt like someone was summoning her "projection" from another place.

“Historical projection…” Cassandra suddenly realized: “Someone summoned my historical projection?”

"Is there an enemy?"

A third voice came from inside the house, this time a younger female voice:

"Grandma Ellen, should I call Aunt Elena over?"

A witch dressed in dark robes walked out of the corridor.

Behind her followed three exquisite dolls, each radiating the magical energy of the Morning Star.

"There's no rush yet."

Mrs. Allen raised her hand to stop Airo's suggestion, her gaze returning to the figure at the door:

"You say you are Cassandra herself, then..."

"Prove it to me."

“Show your illusory form.”

This request made Cassandra hesitate.

The Void is the most crucial secret of a great wizard; to easily reveal it to others is tantamount to exposing one's greatest weakness.

But now... she has no other choice.

"it is good."

Cassandra took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

The next second, the space in front of the door began to distort.

A huge phantom appeared behind her.

It was a gigantic mouth, its edges lined with fine, sharp teeth, its bottomless throat seemingly capable of swallowing everything.

The appearance of the ethereal corpse, the Abyss of Greed, caused the three witches to change color simultaneously.

"This...this is..."

Lilia stared wide-eyed at the sight before her in disbelief.

Although the illusory body was much smaller than in the legends, its unique "devouring" ability was undeniable.

"The illusory remains of Cassandra's Saint Man's Branch..."

Airo's voice was a little tense: "The legendary 'Abyss of Greed'."

"Capable of devouring all matter, energy, and even concepts themselves..."

"But……"

She looked at the shrunken, emaciated state of the skeleton: "Why did it turn out like this?"

Cassandra did not answer.

She simply stood there quietly, letting the oppressive aura of the ethereal being spread.

This demonstration has already consumed a significant portion of her magical reserves.

If this still doesn't prove her identity, then she really has no other choice.

Mrs. Allen's expression shifted from wariness to shock, and finally settled on a complex emotion.

"Put it away."

She finally spoke, her voice weary: "It's you."

“It really is you, Cassandra.”

The ethereal remains slowly dissipated.

Cassandra opened her eyes and saw that the expressions of the three witches had subtly changed.

After the initial shock came a deeper sense of vigilance.

“Lilia.” Mrs. Allen didn’t turn around, but calmly ordered, “Prepare tea.”

"Airo, go contact your Aunt Elena and tell her..."

She paused:

“An ‘old friend’ is coming to visit. If I don’t cancel the alarm within half an hour, I’ll have her come over immediately.”

"Yes."

The two students responded simultaneously and quickly left through the doorway.

Mrs. Allen then stepped aside to open the door: "Come in."

“But I warn you…” Her eerie green eyes fixed on Cassandra:

"If you dare to cause any trouble on my turf, Senior Elena will show you what it means to be 'worse than death'." (End of Chapter)