Wizard: I Can Refine Everything
Chapter 580 - 42: The Road Home

Chapter 580: Chapter 42: The Road Home

The enormous Rune Gate appeared out of thin air, and a tall figure stepped out from it.

After becoming the Crown Throne of Physique, Great Wizard Jialong hadn’t changed much. Compared to the past, he seemed more ordinary now, exuding a sense of returning to basics and the unadorned nature of great skill.

Richard saw him and immediately gave a respectful Wizard’s Salute.

"Dean."

The Crown Throne of Physique walked up to Richard and lightly patted his shoulder.

"I knew you weren’t dead. Back then, I searched for a long time but couldn’t find you, so I figured you must have hidden in the Secret Realm."

Richard smiled awkwardly. In that kind of situation, if he hadn’t hidden in the Secret Realm, he wouldn’t have survived. The power of the Demon Lord breaking its seal was truly frightening.

After speaking, the Crown Throne of Physique glanced at Richard, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

"Did you come into contact with Abyss Demons? And even managed to form a symbiosis with the Abyss? You certainly had quite some opportunities on this trip."

Richard was slightly taken aback; suddenly, a memory of the Wizard Language that Beelzebub had unexpectedly appeared with years ago flashed through his mind.

"Dean, did we collaborate with the Abyss Demons?"

"Collaborate? How is that possible." The Crown Throne of Physique waved his hand, "While traveling the Star Realm, I happened to visit the controlled area of the Abyss Demon Civilization and conducted a transaction with an Abyss Lord there."

"Transaction? Did you give him a Giant Dragon?"

"Eh, how did you know? Did you encounter a Dragon Blood Species?"

"Not exactly, but there are already hybrids of the Abyss and Giant Dragons on the Abyss side."

"Ha, it’s normal for hybrids to appear. Those Abyss Demons are very deep into the study of flesh, and much of my theory was traded from them."

After a bit more small talk, the two got to the main topic.

"I actually don’t recommend you come back now." The Crown Throne of Physique looked a bit serious, "The current war situation isn’t good, and you’ve just become a Great Wizard, your foundation isn’t deep yet.

Entering the civilized battlefield rashly could likely make you a target for the Galaxy Mayfly as a weak point."

Richard nodded slightly: "You’re right, so I don’t plan to go back directly. I came to the Wizard Dimension this time mainly to ask you for a design of the Floating City."

"The design of the Floating City?" The Crown Throne of Physique was a bit surprised, "What do you want it for? Do you plan to build a Floating City yourself and then return for an expedition?"

Richard laughed: "Indeed, you are the dean, you guessed it right away."

For Richard, if the war situation was not so favorable, the plan to return could be entirely postponed. Previously, he had no way back, so he was anxious. But now that he can return anytime, going back to the Wizard World seemed less urgent.

Just as the Crown Throne of Physique said, his foundation is shallow now, and going to the battlefield could easily make him a breaking point for others.

Although his knowledge is sufficient, turning this knowledge into combat power requires a lot of time. Moreover, a part of his foundation indeed consists of Divine Arts.

If he wants to become stronger, he will certainly need a large number of believers as the source of power.

But now that the Wizard World has begun universal wizardry, spreading faith has become exponentially more difficult. And those Slave Worlds almost all have their own beliefs, trying to preach there would not only require considerable effort but could also lead to societal instability in those Slave Worlds.

And most importantly, those worlds do not belong to Richard, so on what grounds could he preach in those worlds?

In addition, the goblins, modified by Richard, could be considered excellent soldiers now. If he returned directly to the Wizard World, those goblins wouldn’t be of use to him.

"Do you really plan to return for an expedition?"

"Indeed, that is my plan."

"Interesting idea." The Crown Throne of Physique praised, and then changed his tone.

"But have you considered that a Floating City requires thirty-two raw material worlds to provide materials, one world for crafting, and after the parts are completed, it needs ten thousand Alchemy Wizards for assembly and debugging. To coordinate, it also needs a dedicated Floating City Construction Department, requiring hundreds of experienced old Wizards to allocate resources.

Building a Floating City requires a civilization for support.

Even if you build the simplest small Floating City, it still requires a small world for support."

"...You’re absolutely right, but there’s something you don’t know," Richard wore a proud smile, "Before I became a Great Wizard, I conquered a small world."

Silence.

The Crown Throne of Physique showed a trace of shock on his face. Conquering a small world with one’s own power is a feat unheard of, even when the Wizard World first began its expansion.

"You... did well."

The Crown Throne of Physique patted Richard’s shoulder heavily.

"I’ll give you what you need later, and make sure to develop your territory well. I look forward to the day you return."

After speaking, the Crown Throne of Physique turned to leave.

"Well... Dean."

"What’s the matter?"

"Are my teacher and friends alright?"

"...Your teacher has always been at the rear; as for the others, I don’t know. But the war situation isn’t good, prepare yourself mentally."

Richard felt a heaviness in his chest; war always involved death.

"I understand. Dean, I have an audacious request. If they’re still alive, could you help me transfer them to the rear?"

The Crown Throne of Physique turned back, with a long and meaningful gaze.

"I can help transfer them to the rear, but you must understand, these people are ultimately destined for death. The moment you became a Great Wizard, your loved ones and friends were no longer on the same level as you.

Your future is vast, throughout your extended lifespan, they will leave one after another. This is the path you must walk."

Richard was silent for a while, then nodded lightly.

"I understand, Dean."

The Crown Throne of Physique turned around: "You don’t have to wait around in the Wizard Dimension. I will send your things directly through the dimension’s projection."

Richard respectfully gave a Wizard’s Salute and then turned to leave.

...

In the quiet and bright operating room, Jolod, emanating an aura of decay, expressionlessly placed various organs into the chest before him.

Around him, three One Ring Wizards in white robes assisted him with the surgery.

They were currently assembling a Third Level war beast. Although Wizards had optimized low-level war beasts to the point where apprentices could create them, the assembly of high-level war beasts still required Wizards to do it manually.

Years of war made the supply for frontline Wizards exceptionally luxurious.

What was once considered the foundation for Three Rings Alchemy Wizards, the Third Level war beast, had now become standard equipment for frontline Three Rings Wizards.

Therefore, the Synthetic Beast Factory in the rear received a large number of synthetic beast orders every day.

As the Synthetic Beast Core was completely stitched together, a complete energy cycle appeared within the synthetic beast.

"It’s over. I need to meditate. Let’s continue in an hour."

"Yes, Master Jolod."

Jolod waved his hand and walked alone into a small room outside the operating room—his office and also his meditation room.

The room was simply furnished with a bookshelf, a desk, a chair, and a bed for rest.

As an old Wizard, Jolod never has high requirements for living conditions.

He walked to the desk and habitually began to browse through the magic books he didn’t know how many times he had read. He was an old Wizard, and among old Wizards, he was the oldest.

Because of the war, Wizards like Jolod, over five thousand years old, were basically unheard of now. Nowadays, Wizards hundreds of years old were considered old Wizards, and those a thousand or two thousand years old were remarkable figures.

Wizards no longer needed to explore knowledge on their own. Through summarizing and refining, different Wizard Academies taught Wizards different witchcraft to supplement the respective armies.

There are now very few Wizards who can be called researchers.

Jolod always felt that time seemed to accelerate; in just a few hundred years, the Wizard World had become entirely different from the one he remembered.

Today’s Wizards don’t emphasize research—they only need to learn witchcraft and apply it. Magic books are no longer attractive; current Wizards prefer to use crystal balls to watch the latest projection shows.

Jolod felt that these new Wizards were just ordinary humans who had gained Wizard powers.

Of course, Jolod wouldn’t say such things aloud.

In the current Wizard World, he was among the minority of old things.

Buzz!

The communication crystal ball on the table suddenly lit up.

Jolod glanced at it, and his gaze instantly froze.

The communication crystal ball indicated that the one requesting communication was Jimmy. As a trusted lieutenant of the Crown Throne of Physique, Jimmy was quite a figure who had risen in status.

Jolod’s last contact concerning Jimmy was when he entered the research institute of the Crown Throne of Physique.

Jolod respectfully said, "Master Jimmy."

"Jolod, how have you been lately?"

"Same as always for these hundreds of years."

"Then you should cherish today because I’ve got some good news from the Dean."

"Good news?" Jolod was taken aback, his hand trembling slightly as he held the crystal ball.

Good news from the Crown Throne of Physique concerning him?

Jolod felt his heart, which hadn’t changed for a long time, suddenly tense up.

He had a guess, but he feared it wasn’t true.

"You should have guessed it. Your student Richard contacted the Dean through the Wizard Dimension. He has been promoted to a Great Wizard in the Exotic Realm and is currently looking for a way home."

Thump.

The crystal ball slipped from his hand and crashed onto the desk. Jolod appeared dazed, then wiped away the tears from the corner of his eye.

He picked up the crystal ball, his voice brimming with uncontrollable joy.

"He actually became a Great Wizard! In the future, when I see him, I’m afraid I’ll have to call him Master Richard, haha."

"Haha, Master Richard, that sounds good. I have other matters to attend to here, so I’ll hang up first."

"Sure, sure, you go ahead with your work."

The communication ended, and Jolod almost jumped out of his chair.

He paced back and forth in the room, unable to calm down to read due to intense joy.

"He’s alive, and he even became a Great Wizard, hahaha..."

The more Jolod thought, the happier he became, even his aura of decay diminished a little.

Among the news of fallen students from his many old friends, Jolod received the first piece of good news since the war started.

He hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

...

Upon returning to the Secret Realm, Richard immediately left it, intending to enter the goblin world through the World Barrier.

Flawlessly, he had no other choice. However, he now need not worry about the World Master targeting him.

While en route, Richard imagined the current goblin world.

He had already slain the Great Demon, and with his technical support, the goblins had likely driven off the Abyss and developed more advanced technologies by now.

Passing through the World Barrier effortlessly, what greeted Richard’s eyes was a vast expanse of grayish-brown earth.

In the distance, the murky Abyss Aura stood out like a torch.

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