Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 133: Chapter 115: Red Blood Flying Dragon (Part 3)

Now it seems that the other party clearly doesn’t want me to observe his ritual process.

Everyone has their own privacy and secrets, and Andre won’t press for questions.

”Then I will take my leave for now.”

Andre donned his robe, his golden pupils glimmering faintly in the darkness:

”I’ll come to you again the day after tomorrow to discuss the methods of controlling bloodline abilities.”

Ron nodded, seeing Andre off.

After closing the door, Ron let out a long breath, his whole body’s muscles finally relaxing.

Although there were some unexpected events in Andre’s bloodline awakening, the final result was better than anticipated.

He walked to the window, looking out at the silent Black Mist Jungle, and began to organize his thoughts for the upcoming plans.

Because Eric and Leia planned to arrange him into the third phase’s courses, the course schedule needed some adjustments, so there would be no classes next week, only resuming the week after.

And the alchemy and elemental affinity classes were also held every other day, which meant he now had plenty of time to prepare for his own bloodline activation ceremony.

”Handle recent magic potion orders in the morning tomorrow.”

Ron murmured to himself, his fingers lightly tapping on the window frame: ”In the afternoon, the bloodline activation can begin.”

Through observing Andre’s entire ritual process, he was confident that even if issues arose, there wouldn’t be a dangerously catastrophic failure.

Previously, his biggest concern was that the ritual itself might have a fundamental flaw that could lead to complete bodily collapse, a scenario where even depleting the ten energy points of his pocket watch wouldn’t save him.

But now, that worry had vanished.

If Andre could successfully complete the awakening, then with his ”Traceback” attribute, the success rate would undoubtedly be higher.

”But still, caution is necessary,” Ron reminded himself: ”After all, everyone’s situation is different.”

He returned to the workbench, beginning to prepare the materials needed for tomorrow.

The bloodline activation potion was ready, and the array design had been perfected, now only requiring meticulous adjustments to some minor details to ensure everything was foolproof.

Ailan suddenly used her vine to gently tap his arm, a concerned expression in her green eyes.

Ron turned around, forcing a smile: ”It’s nothing, just thinking about some things.”

Ailan’s vine softly swayed, seemingly expressing some sort of understanding: ”Life’s transformation always comes with risks. But I believe my master is strong enough to handle any change.”

Ron looked at her with some surprise; such near-philosophical thinking appearing in a being that was originally only half-plant seemed particularly extraordinary.

”Thank you for your trust, Ailan.” He said sincerely: ”I hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow.”

As night deepened, Ron continued to refine the details of the ceremony until he was too exhausted and reluctantly went to bed to rest.

The next morning, Ron completed all the magic potion orders with extraordinary efficiency.

He carefully sealed the last batch of finished products into exquisite crystal bottles, then began preparing for the bloodline activation ceremony in the afternoon.

”Everything is ready.” Ron stood at the center of the ritual site, looking around.

Compared to Andre’s ritual, the array he designed for himself was more complex and intricate.

The basic structure still maintained a sun-like shape, but the main lines had increased to nine, with each line adorned with denser runes, symbolizing stronger control and guidance capabilities.

Specially-made energy crystals were placed on the ground, each meticulously selected and modulated to guide specific types of energy flow.

Ailan stood quietly in a distant corner, observing everything.

Ron had specifically instructed her not to approach or interfere with the ceremony, no matter what happened.

”If I display any abnormalities, do not attempt to help me.”

He reminded Ailan one last time: ”Just wait, I will handle it myself.”

Ailan nodded, her leafy board swaying gently: ”I will keep my promise, but please... be careful.”

Ron gave a slight smile, then took a deep breath and began to activate the array.

He placed the energy crystals one by one at the key nodes of the array, chanting specific spells with each placement to guide the energy flow to the correct pathways.

As the last energy crystal was placed, the entire array lit up with a golden glow, brighter and more stable than Andre’s ceremony.

Next, Ron used specially-made silver ink to draw runes on his body, completing the engravings on his back with the help of some auxiliary tools.

Each rune was precisely placed on critical acupoints, forming a complete energy network.

The stinging sensation of the ink on his skin was more intense than he imagined—it was a sign that the runes had begun to fuse with his flesh.

With everything ready, Ron stood in the center of the array and took out the bottle of bloodline activation potion custom-made for himself.

Compared to the version prepared for Andre, this potion was darker in color, almost deep red.

Golden and green specks shimmered within the liquid, components designed specifically to guide the Ralph Clan’s bloodline.

”It is time.” Ron whispered to himself, gripping the potion bottle tightly.

Despite having the pocket watch to reset his state, his heartbeat still instinctively quickened.

Bloodline activation is a true life-and-death gamble; no one can completely predict the outcome.

”Do not be afraid,” he silently recited to himself: ”Fear only leads to loss of control.”

Taking a deep breath, Ron drank it in one go.

At the moment the potion entered his mouth, it felt as if tens of thousands of molten lava streams surged into his veins, and the agony was nearly suffocating.

Clenching his teeth, Ron endured without making a sound.

As the potion spread within his body, the pain gradually transformed into a peculiar burning sensation, as if something within his flesh was awakening, struggling to emerge.

Ron’s consciousness began to blur, and the physical world around him slowly faded away, replaced by an expansive swamp.

Thick fog enveloped the entire swamp, and distant, low growls echoed through.

Ron stood on a relatively dry patch of land, surrounded by black quagmires that released a rotten stench.

Suddenly, a massive figure emerged from the mist.

It was a giant serpent, or more accurately, a terrifying multi-headed snake.

Each head was as large as an adult human’s body, its scales shining with a metallic gleam, and its eyes burned with yellow flames, filled with primitive wildness and ferocity.

This was the source of the Ralph Clan’s bloodline—the Swamp Multi-headed Snake, formidable even if far less than its Divine Era ancestors, yet still a fearsome magical beast capable of contending with advanced apprentices.

”So it’s like this,” Ron murmured to himself: ”Is this the most primitive form?”

The multi-headed snake seemed to sense Ron’s presence, as all its heads simultaneously turned towards him, its eyes flashing with caution and hostility.

Then, it slowly moved closer to Ron, its body winding through the swamp, leaving a deep trace in its wake.

Ron did not back away; instead, he straightened up, meeting the ancient beast’s gaze.

He knew that in the spiritual world of bloodline activation, retreating meant failure, or worse, mutation.

Just as the multi-headed snake was only a few meters away from Ron, a peculiar transformation suddenly occurred.

[Traceback Attribute Activated!]