Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots-Chapter 771 - 351: Illusion Returns Again_3

"I see..."

Uther murmured softly, the spectral image trembling slightly:

"It seems that some beings have taken more interest in this child than I imagined."

He slowly put away the intervention program he was about to activate, choosing to watch and wait.

In his long life, few things made him so cautious.

But the source of this message... even a Great Wizard like him must show due respect.

......

On the other side, Ron’s consciousness was once again pulled into that familiar yet bizarre space.

But this time the experience was completely different from the past.

The iconic Floating Islands of Fairyland loomed in and out of sight, like a distant play viewed through a thick fog.

The originally clear and strange scenery became blurred, as if affected by some kind of interference signal.

The islands with breathing skins could now only be seen as vague outlines;

The once brilliant iridescent light now reduced to a few dim shades;

Even the unsettling liveliness in the air was replaced by a heavy oppression.

"Young... seeker..."

The voice of the King of Illusions came intermittently, like a communication device with a poor signal:

"Your progress... is... impressive..."

The voice still carried a majesty beyond time and space, but was obviously more labored than before.

Each syllable seemed to combat some interference, barely reaching Ron’s consciousness.

"I’m sorry... the special environment of the Abyssal Observation Station... has interfered with my projection..."

The image of the King of Illusions was sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, like a cracked mirror reflection:

"The Void Remains anchor network there... and the monitoring array of the Crystal Tower... are both suppressing external... Spirit projection..."

Ron struggled to concentrate, trying to hear the other’s words clearly:

"What are you trying to say? Do you have something important to tell me?"

For the King of Illusions to contact him at the risk of interference from the station’s protective system, there must be an extremely important purpose.

"Your virtual world... research... I’ve always been watching..."

The King of Illusions’ image strained to gather, and the surrounding space began to show some vague scenes:

It was the scene from Ron’s laboratory, where his adaptive chaos simulation device was operating, and complex neural networks flickered with the light of life.

"If you could... publish your papers in... core journals... there might be unexpected... rewards..."

This suggestion made Ron raise his eyebrows slightly.

With his current research achievements, he indeed had the potential to publish in top-tier journals.

But for the King of Illusions to specifically mention this, there must be deeper considerations.

"Do you mean... to gain more resources and support through academic reputation?"

"Not only that..."

The voice of the King of Illusions carried a certain profound meaning:

"A true wizard... always expands their influence through the dissemination of knowledge... When your theory is accepted by enough people... it becomes part of your power..."

The surrounding scene began to change:

In countless laboratories, different wizards were conducting their research and writing books.

Each successful case would in turn strengthen the "truth" of the original theory.

This wasn’t simple technology dissemination, but a deeper process of reality shaping.

"Knowledge changes reality..."

Ron thoughtfully repeated this concept:

"When enough people recognize and practice a theory, it can be propelled by some higher-dimensional force."

"Exactly so... and your current research... stands at such a Critical Point..."

Despite the intermittent communication, the next message from the King of Illusions still made Ron’s heart race:

"The true Bloodline Studies inheritance of Lance... I can give to you..."

The surrounding space suddenly manifested into a grand library scene.

Countless ancient tomes floated in the air, each emitting a dangerous yet alluring glow.

An entire row of bookshelves was marked with the inimitable cyclic mark of Lance Heivet.

"And my own... Secret Technique... Virtual and Real Transformation... Contract Reversal..."

More bookshelves appeared, filled with tomes that seemed extremely dangerous just by their appearance.

The covers of these books were not static but constantly changing shape and color.

As if the knowledge within was actively seeking a suitable reader.