Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 384: Chapter 221: Throne Seed

”You need not blame yourself, Holy Disc.”

Her voice was like the song of a nightingale, so melodious that it could make one forget all pain: ”The real game is just beginning.”

Mr. Holy Disc looked confusedly at the three Supreme Apostles, not understanding their true intention in summoning him at this moment.

Nas’ nebulous body slowly drifted forward, the heart at its center beating intensely a few times.

”The timeline has manifested, and the node of destiny is about to arrive.”

His voice was like the clash of hard objects, stabbing at Mr. Holy Disc’s eardrums:

”That human named Ron Ralph, his soul has unimaginable potential.”

At that moment, the Void Spider’s thread suddenly extended forward, weaving into a complex rune in mid-air.

The rune rotated, twisted, and finally extracted a blood-red pearl the size of a fist.

The blood pearl slowly floated in front of Mr. Holy Disc, emitting a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.

”This is the Throne Seed.” Maggs calmly announced:

”I personally infused a strand of Apostle-level power into it; once activated, it can temporarily elevate your capability, granting you destructive force near that of a Dark Sun Level Wizard for a short time.”

Mr. Holy Disc stared in shock at the floating pearl before him, unable to believe his ears.

The Throne Seed — this was the most precious gift, usually bestowed only to those considered potential Throne Holders.

”I... I don’t deserve it...” he stammered, his flesh-distorted half-face twitching violently.

”Do you think this is for you, you humble crawling creature?”

Isabella said with a sneer, a hint of disdain on her beautiful half-face:

”You’re just a tool, a courier. The seed’s true target is Ron Ralph.”

Nas’ heartbeat quickened, and the surrounding starlight flickered in turn.

”Deliver the seed to Ron Ralph.” he commanded:

”If the opportunity arises, guide him to perform the awakening ritual. But do not force it, for the seed has its guiding force.”

Mr. Holy Disc trembled as he reached out, receiving the blood-red pearl.

The surface of the orb was warm as blood, and inside it seemed countless tiny lives were swimming, a texture both nauseating and captivating.

”I understand, Your Eminences.” he whispered: ”I will try my best to complete the mission.”

The nine eyes on Maggs’ mask flickered simultaneously, and the spreading threads began to retract around the mask.

”Now, receive my blessing.”

His voice echoed in Mr. Holy Disc’s mind: ”This will grant you enough power to cross the plane barrier and return to the Surface World.”

Slender black threads separated from Maggs’ body, piercing into Mr. Holy Disc’s chest like lightning.

An indescribable energy immediately surged through his entire being, igniting every cell, every nerve, every inch of his soul.

Mr. Holy Disc let out a shrill scream, collapsing to the ground.

His body started to swell, twist, the mutated parts growing wildly, soon covering most of his body.

Those bone blades, once only on the right side, now protruded from all over his body, and the black runes beneath his skin came alive, moving within like countless tiny snakes.

The most terrifying part was his face.

The left half, once human in shape, also began to melt, becoming a mass of writhing flesh covered with various sensory organs.

The mouth split into three parts, each filled with sharp teeth;

The nose disappeared, replaced by rows of tiny breathing holes;

The eyes, from one, became seven, varying in size and arranged chaotically.

The pain lasted about a minute, and when the energy infusion was complete, Mr. Holy Disc had completely transformed into a monster.

He stood up, his height at least doubled, exuding an oppressive aura.

Though his appearance was fully distorted, his consciousness was clearer than before.

That force, like a tidal wave, surged through him, nearly suffocating him.

”This is... the power of an Apostle...”

His voice turned hoarse and distorted, each syllable carrying an obvious echo: ”So... so powerful...”

The nine eyes on Maggs’ mask flickered one after another, seemingly verifying Mr. Holy Disc’s state.

”The power is temporary, only effective when you activate it.”

His spider mask exuded a cold light:

”And even with this power, you will still be vanquished by a real Dark Sun Wizard.

Even if the fight drags on, you will find it difficult to defeat even the pinnacle of the Moon Level.”

A cold smile also appeared on Isabella’s beautiful half-face.

”Do not let power go to your head, Holy Disc.” she softly warned:

”At your current level, you are still like an ant before true powerhouses. Stay cautious, complete your mission.”

Nas’ nebulous body began to expand, gradually enveloping the entire space.

”The time has come, fate is decided.” His voice came from all directions:

”Go, Holy Disc, fulfill your mission, become the stepping stone for the Throne.”

Mr. Holy Disc bowed his head deeply, showing submission.

He carefully placed the Throne Seed into a special pouch within his body, then stood up, awaiting the signal to depart.

The threads from Maggs extended once more, slicing open a rift in the air.

Within the rift flickered a faint light, a passage to the Surface World.

”Go.” Maggs ordered briefly.

Without hesitation, Mr. Holy Disc stepped into the rift, disappearing into the darkness.

After the rift closed, the three Supreme Apostles remained in place, as if contemplating some important matter.