Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 908: Chapter 397: The Game of the Great Ones

This is the primordial void before the birth of concepts, where even time itself must bend and give way.

Countless "impossibilities" coexist harmoniously in this space, like an abstract painting drawn with contradictions themselves.

The Transcendent Stance of the King of Absurdity is an existence that can never be fully understood.

His "form" is sometimes a tower built with paradoxes, where the stairs inside extend infinitely upwards and downwards;

sometimes it transforms into a mirror, reflecting back the most absurd thoughts deep within the observer’s heart;

sometimes it becomes a book, with each page inscribing truths completely contradictory to the previous one.

Around him, countless "little absurdities" flutter like fireflies.

A drop of water flowing upwards, a shadow glowing in the dark, a flower forever wilting yet forever blooming.

Elsewhere, the Transcendent Stance of the King of Illusions showcases a completely different aesthetic of terror.

He is a maze woven from endless illusions, each wall composed of fragmented realities pieced together.

Observing him is like staring into countless funhouse mirrors simultaneously, each distorting different truths.

Within his network of illusions, myriad versions of history can be seen:

some already happened, some may happen, and some will never happen but are more real than reality.

"Elder Panadora..."

The "voice" of the King of Absurdity echoes in the void like the reverberations of an ancient bell:

"My most proud child seems more and more like the one she imagined."

Though he did not mention any specific name, it was clear he meant Cassandra was racing down a wrong path.

The response from the King of Illusions was a wave of thought flowing like mercury:

"The curse of the devourer is always so. The question is..."

Some fragmented images flashed across his illusions:

"Back then, I indulged Aiden’s descent into a beast to serve as a negative lesson for those who followed, but now it seems..."

"Now it seems humanity is always repeating the same mistakes."

The tone of the King of Absurdity carried a weariness that transcended time:

"Sometimes I wonder if I should have let that young girl quietly become a researcher instead of..."

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

When Cassandra ascended, the King of Absurdity had planted some "seeds" deep within her bloodline.

This was an influence beyond conventional understanding, aiming to explore higher levels of breakthrough possibilities.

Because even a level like the Witch King has higher pursuits.

Above the Witch King, there’s a transcendent realm called "Demon God."

It is a state of complete detachment from material constraints, existing in the form of pure concepts.

To reach that realm requires not just personal power, but also an entire civilization as a stepping stone.

The influence the King of Absurdity left on Cassandra in those days was in hopes she could become a "perfect civilization shaper."

Possessing enough power to conquer other worlds, and enough wisdom to turn these conquests into the nourishment of civilization.

But now it seems, the experiment has failed.

"Greed and wisdom are always irreconcilable contradictions."

In the illusions of the King of Illusions, there appeared an ancient set of scales.

On one side was gleaming wealth, on the other dim, unlit books:

"Little Cassandra chose the simpler path."

The form of the King of Absurdity began to slowly transform, from paradox into an ancient chessboard.

Each piece on the board was a miniature world, engaged in silent battles:

"What is more disappointing is that she seems to have forgotten the true purpose of conquest. Plundering the world’s resources? Devouring the knowledge of other civilizations? These are merely means, not the goal."

"The true goal..."

On his chessboard, one piece began to glow:

"Is to reorganize these chaotic elements and create a new order that transcends all original civilizations. But her current actions..."

The pieces on the chessboard began to devour each other until only a lone king piece remained.

But even this king piece was slowly decaying, for it had lost all support.

"Just like a prisoner starved for days, shoving all the food into their mouth, yet forgetting to chew and digest."

The tone of the King of Illusions was laced with irony:

"Ultimately, one can only be bloated to death by one’s own greed."

The two Witch Kings fell into a brief silence.

However, silence itself was also a form of deep communication.

It represented a shared contemplation of the complex situation, a mutual reflection on mistaken decisions.

"So... what about little Eve’s situation?"

The King of Illusions finally broke the silence, with a tone of concern.

This question touched the deepest contradictions within the King of Absurdity.

As the Ancestor of the Crown Clan, he had complex feelings toward his clansmen.

There was both a cold rationality that transcended the individual, and an instinctive caring as a "bloodline ancestor."

"This is yet another cycle..."

The form of the King of Absurdity changed once more, this time into a precise clock, but the gears within it were turning in the wrong direction:

"Cassandra is now repeating the mistakes I made back then. Look at what she’s done to Eve. The same bloodline modulation, the same potential implantation, the same ambition and expectation."

"But she does not understand, perfection itself is a flaw."