Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 930 - 404: Killing Machine (Part 3)

At the same time, he keenly sensed the terrifying pressure emanating from the VIP seats.

Nari clearly wouldn’t just stand by and watch her "precious" be completely destroyed.

If the puppet were truly in a desperate situation, she might intervene regardless of any rules.

And with the power level she displayed, even his avatar might not be able to stop her.

"This is indeed a dilemma..." Maggs sneered coldly in his heart:

"Let’s see how Nari chooses... will she fully expose her strength or watch her beloved thing be destroyed?"

......

Just as all the spectators thought the puppet was about to be defeated, a thick Chaos Storm suddenly rose above the arena.

Nari’s massive figure slowly emerged from the void, countless tentacles swaying rhythmically in the air, exuding suffocating pressure.

"Pause the match!"

Her voice echoed thunderously throughout the arena, carrying absolute unquestionable authority:

"My child needs some... necessary technical adjustments."

The entire arena fell into an eerie silence.

All creatures could clearly sense the dangerous threat in Nari’s words.

This wasn’t a polite request; it was a forceful notification.

Maggs’ nine eyes simultaneously turned toward Nari, his voice full of displeasure:

"There are no provisions for halftime pauses in the competition rules. Nari, your approach..."

"Rules?"

Nari’s voice carried undisguised disdain, as countless tentacles began releasing a pure Aura of Chaos:

"My child is hurt, any trash ’rules’ trying to stop me from taking care of him can go to the deepest layer of the Abyss!"

Her threat was unabashed, causing the entire structure of space in the arena to begin subtly twisting and deforming.

The Abyssal Creatures in the stands started to restless agitate, some of the smarter ones quietly planning escape routes.

They could keenly sense that if conflict fully erupted, the entire arena could become ruins in an instant.

Maggs was silent for a few seconds, weighing the situation carefully before finally nodding slowly with helplessness:

"In that case... allow a five-minute special technical pause."

Although he was the first throne of the Supreme Apostle, this was just a regular power avatar.

And Nari’s current state was clearly abnormal, making the outcome unpredictable if a battle were to occur.

On the other hand, he was also intrigued by the mysterious power Nari had gained.

Letting her continue might gather more valuable intelligence.

......

The thick curtain of the Chaos Storm slowly descended, enveloping the puppet and Nari in a completely private space.

The spectators could only see blurry shadows and couldn’t hear any internal dialogue.

In this isolated secretive space, Nari’s image reverted back to that of a gentle and kind "Mother."

Her countless tentacles carefully encircled the puppet, like an anxious parent checking on an injured child.

"Child... your avatar is so badly hurt this time..."

Nari’s voice was full of heartache, with dozens of eyes focusing on the puppet, examining every single injury:

"I should have stopped this foolish competition long ago... those vile ones are not worthy to fight you..."

Through the deep-level of consciousness connection, Ron could clearly sense Nari’s sincere care and deep guilt.

"Mother, I’m fine."

He stroked the tentacles surrounding him, conveying a calm emotion through the Spiritual Link:

"These injuries are just superficial; in fact, I’m preparing to try a more... direct combat method."

"A more direct method?"

Nari was somewhat puzzled, her Perception clearly told her that the puppet was indeed nearing its limit:

"Baby, the core structure of this avatar is already seriously unstable... If you continue pushing it..."

"What I mean is..."

Ron’s voice became serious:

"I’m preparing to personally enter the arena, performing a deep fusion with this avatar for the final battle."

Upon hearing this, all of Nari’s eyes widened, and her tentacles trembled violently in fear:

"No! Absolutely not!"

Her voice was full of fear and refusal:

"Child, personally fighting and deep fusion are too dangerous! Besides, this is the heart of the Abyss, full of unpredictable factors..."

"Mother, I understand your concerns."

Ron’s voice remained calm and firm:

"But I’ve carefully calculated all risk factors, and moreover..."

He softened his tone:

"With you here to protect me, how could I possibly encounter real danger?

Your current power is sufficient to handle any unexpected situation. In this arena, you are the absolute ruler."

As soon as he said this, Nari suddenly realized it.

She looked around, feeling the strong power she now possessed.

Indeed, with her current power level, even Maggs’ avatar wasn’t a match.

"But... what if..."

Nari’s voice remained heavy with worry, with dozens of tentacles gently stroking the puppet, like a mother reluctant to let go:

"I can’t lose you... if anything happened to you, I would go mad..."

"You won’t lose me."

Ron’s voice became even more tender:

"This avatar is part of my own power.

This fusion state is temporary, and will automatically dissolve at the end of the match.