Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Above the Flesh Capital, a massive golden stone sphere floats before a demon resembling a walrus.

"…you're just as weak as a native."

Though Richard spoke in Wizard Language, he thoughtfully added a spiritual message as he spoke.

A spiritual message is a language common to almost all races.

"You say I'm as weak as… a native?"

Upon hearing this, Cleo found himself in a state of daze.

Calling him a native implied that this world was owned, and moreover, it belonged to a world master of a civilized world.

No wonder that Great Demon was killed before.

But now it's too late to say anything.

The two civilizations are already at the edge, and the Abyss has already fired the first shot. Engaging in war with two civilizations at once… the future looks bleak.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"No, other civilization's strongman."

Cleo's voice was calm, as if he hadn't lost most of his body and wasn't being held aloft by someone.

"Glad you're not crazy. Abyss Demon, I want to make a deal with you."

"A deal?"

Cleo was slightly astonished internally; the customs of this unknown civilization are quite peculiar.

Who would make a deal with a prisoner?

"I know about you Abyss Demons, and I know your profound expertise on flesh," Richard said lightly. "You now have a choice. You can straightforwardly hand over your knowledge, and then I will grant you a straightforward death. I might even place your head among my most prized trophies.

Of course, you can choose not to make this deal. Then I will use all means I know to search through your soul inch by inch, wringing out every drop of your memories.

This choice is not a good one for either of us, so I wouldn't advise you to choose it."

"Haha, you are truly amusing."

Cleo seemed to have heard something funny, his whole being bursting into laughter. Then he suddenly stopped, with his dark red pupils examining this creature from an unknown civilization closely.

"You're aware of us, so you should know that deceit is our virtue. I can give you knowledge, but dare you use it? Or were you planning to constrain someone destined to die with a contract."

Richard was stunned for a moment, then realized his foolishness.

If he planned not to spare this demon, a contract with death as the final constraint naturally loses its binding force.

"I will verify."

"Verify! Ha! If you can verify it, what do you need me for a deal?"

"So are you advising me to gradually wring out your soul?"

"No, no, no, I think we can consider another deal." Cleo's eyes revealed a hint of cunning.

"I think it's a good deal if I give you knowledge and you let me go. You see, I surely wouldn't use my life to intentionally trap you."

"And then let you continue to lead people to occupy my world?"

"Of course not; you are aware we're at war." Cleo explained, "Going to war with two civilizations at once is, from any perspective, not a wise choice.

I will keep this world's coordinates confidential, and if possible, I can even erase these coordinates from our records. You can append all these to the contract."

It must be said, Cleo's suggestion was quite feasible. Richard knew the Abyss Civilization was at war, and the Abyss Civilization wasn't aware the Wizard Civilization was also at war.

Hence, until the war concludes, his world is absolutely safe.

However.

"It's a very good suggestion," Richard said lightly. "But I choose to refuse. The Abyss killed so many of my believers, turned my world into this cesspool-like mess, and you want to leave alive with just this bit of stuff?

I think you've mistaken me for being a bit too docile."

Opening the Secret Realm, Richard unceremoniously tossed Cleo inside. Upon seeing the gigantic World Mushroom within the Secret Realm, Cleo suddenly felt like he had made another blunder.

"World Mushroom, entertain him well."

"Yes, my lord."

Seeing the fungal tendrils binding him, Cleo said nervously, "Uh… we can renegotiate the terms. You think the price is low; I have quite a few good things in my warehouse… don't worm into my blood vessels, don't touch my nerves, ah…"

"Abyss, save me!"

Closing the Secret Realm Rift, Richard's wand swept across, and flames filled the air. With another sweep, these flames poured down onto the Flesh Capital like the Milky Way descending.

All Abyss creations turned to ashes in face of these flames.

Soon, a pitch-black sphere emitting Abyss Energy appeared before Richard.

"Is this the exit of the Abyss Net Path?"

Without hesitation, countless chains flew from Richard's body. Richard hadn't done much research on Sealing Skill; even as the World Master, his level of sealing techniques was merely at the level of a typical Three Rings Wizard.

However, that was not an issue—he was the Great Wizard, capable of using great force to achieve his aim.

With the blessing of the world, Richard directly utilized the Power of World Origin to seal this passage.

The Rune Chains transformed into azure Ice and layer by layer sealed the entrance. But soon, a horrifying tremor emerged from within the royal path.

"Sealing the Net Path? Who are you!"

Confronted by the inquiry from the Abyss Net Path, Richard did not respond, merely quickening his sealing process in silence.

Under the blessing of the Power of World Origin, even the azure Ice that could seal third level beings couldn't be broken by the World Master on the other side of the net path.

The azure iceberg slowly formed, signaling that the abyss invasion of this world was nearing its end. Next, all Richard needed to do was purify the remaining abyssal contamination, and the entrance to the Abyss Net Path would naturally collapse.

But just as Richard was preparing to depart, he suddenly paused.

"Oh, by the way, it's time to raise morale a bit. Maybe increase quite a few fanatics."

With Ulysses asleep, Richard needed to manage the Church himself for now.

Brilliant yet gentle Holy Light dispelled the gloom hovering over the Flesh Capital for hundreds of years, a gigantic figure covered in Holy Light slowly appeared on the horizon.

He, dressed in a black robe, holding a Black Stone Wand, dissipated the abyssal clouds that had lingered for a century, and the radiance of God once again descended upon this land.

And thus, prayers began.

Thousands of goblins prostrated on the ground, loudly praising the wondrous deeds of the Divine.

Millions of beliefs converged together; millions of thoughts united, even causing the world will to be stirred. The Power of World Origin infused into Richard's body, becoming a part of the Holy Light. Under the illumination of Holy Light, the poisoned land was restored to its original state, abyssal creations turned into ashes, and even Abyss Demons began to fester and decay as though splashed with hot oil.

The abyss disaster lasting five hundred forty-three years finally ended, and the radiance of God once again shone upon this land.

...

"Ben, the abyss disaster has ended."

Within a coffin cast from Pure Gold, Richard's first believer in this world, the First Pope of the Miracle Sect, Ben, lay quietly inside.

Ben looked terrible at this moment, a small part of his body had been lost, including but not limited to one arm, and half of his left leg. Furthermore, the power of the abyss was rooted in his body; lacking the assistance of Divine Arts, Ben's erosion was now unavoidable.

Without Richard's appearance, Ben's fate would have been inevitable death at the hands of the Miracle Sect before transforming into a Demon.

Ben slowly opened his eyes, his voice weak as a flickering candle in the wind.

"Master Sage, you've finally returned. Has our trial ended at last?"

"No trial, Ben." Richard's voice was deep, "There was never any trial. My disappearance was solely for the purpose of ascension."

"I see…" A faint weak smile appeared on Ben's face, "I knew... Someone as good-natured as you, Master Sage... wouldn't do such a thing."

"Let's talk business, Ben." Richard's expression was stern, "Your contamination can no longer be purged, not even by me. If this continues, you will only become an Abyss Demon."

Richard wouldn't hinder the divine intervention of abyssal cleansing, but even if he could, it was already too late.

Once the abyss erosion exceeds half, abyss transformation becomes unavoidable. Ben had long since surpassed fifty percent.

"I understand, Master."

Ben's eyes did not dim because of Richard's words; death was something he no longer feared.

He had always considered himself a mechanic, merely chosen by Richard, thus becoming Ben the Cultivator, Pope Ben.

What he had achieved as a mechanic was enough to satisfy him.

A tide of exhaustion washed over Ben's body; he could finally rest.

"Ben, put death aside for the moment. Your value has not yet vanished; your mission is not completed."

Richard's voice jolted Ben awake. In his bewildered gaze, limitless Holy Light radiated from Richard. Beneath this Holy Light, his body began to dissipate, and his soul followed suit, unraveling.

The abyssal parts clinging to his soul unraveled and were stripped during the disintegration. Subsequently, Holy Light fused with Ben's soul, forming a new Ben.

Richard spoke to the newly reborn Ben, "Ben, you have become a Saint."

The premise of abyssal pollution being irreducible was non-death. If one was willing to let their soul unravel, removing the abyss was not particularly challenging.

Soul unraveling equaled death for living beings, but the technology of the Gods Civilization could reassemble the unraveled soul with faith, molding it into a new life form, termed Heroic Spirit or Saint.

Not letting them go even in death, in some respects, the Gods Civilization was indeed rather insidious.

However, the condition for employing this technology was stringent. Ascending into Heroic Spirit required the Divine's invocation, and the subject needed to be a believer of this Divine. The more devout the believer's faith, the better chance they had of becoming a Heroic Spirit.

A devout believer like Ben was essentially guaranteed to succeed.

Gazing at his new body, Ben appeared somewhat bewildered and lost.

Richard said gently, "Don't stand around idle, go report to Telfranken and the others; the abyssal disaster has ended, and the Church requires a Saint to oversee."

Ben hesitated for a moment, then crossed his hands over his chest and bowed towards Richard, saying:

"...Yes, My Lord."