Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

"Ga? Richard, what are you doing?"

Ulysses, noticing the rapid consumption of the Power of Faith, saw Richard using a Miracle as soon as he came in.

Under Richard's manipulation, the dense Power of Faith gradually transformed into a humanoid figure.

More precisely, it transformed into a replica of his body.

Distorting reality is a very useful ability, but that doesn't mean this ability defies all reasoning and logic.

The more complex the object, the higher the cost of distortion.

However, this limitation applies to deep distortion, meaning creating a permanently distorted object.

If it's only a shallow distortion, such as making a piece of iron look and weigh like gold without changing its fundamental structure,

the cost of such distortion depends on the size of the object, not its complexity.

"I'm using a Miracle to simulate a replica of my body," Richard replied, turning his head.

"Simulating your own body? What are you planning to do?"

"To feed Eldritch and, along the way, practice my skills."

"Feeding? Eldritch has already awakened?"

As Richard explained, Ulysses finally noticed Eldritch in the distance, constantly changing his bodily forms.

"I don't quite understand," Ulysses said with some confusion, "why don't you directly use flesh proliferation to create a replica?"

Using a Miracle to create this is too wasteful of the Power of Faith.

The cost of Richard creating a body is even greater than using a Divine Speech Skill to constrain Level 6 Creatures.

Their pool of the Power of Faith was rapidly depleting.

But Richard didn't rush to explain and instead sped up his actions.

As they talked, the body beside Richard came into shape. It was not large, only ten meters high. As it took form, an aura as terrifying as a primordial beast surged from within.

Scaring Ulysses into a sudden shudder.

Richard turned to look at him, a touch of helplessness on his face.

"I also want to use flesh proliferation, but the conditions don't allow it."

As he spoke, a drop of blood seeped from Richard's fingertip. The moment it separated from his body, it began oozing a rich Power of Abyss and began to proliferate and transform.

Before it hit the ground, the blood turned into a wriggling mass of Flesh Slime.

"The Abyss has put a safeguard on his legacy. As long as it's my body, even a single hair or flake of skin would instantly mutate upon separation,"

Richard said, inserting the mass of Flesh Slime back into his body to avoid polluting the Secret Realm's environment.

"Moreover, a replica created from my body's proliferation, what's the difference from an Abyss Demon? If I use it to feed Eldritch and something goes wrong, what then?"

Only now did Ulysses notice that the body Richard formed with a Miracle had not a trace of the Power of Abyss.

"Ga? How did you do this... Oh, I understand now," Ulysses stopped mid-sentence, quickly grasping the principle behind it.

"A Miracle cannot fool the Abyss. The Power of Faith and Power of Abyss are of the same level. A Miracle may deceive an Abyss Demon but not the Abyss itself."

Richard snapped his fingers.

"Exactly, it seems my theological advisor hasn't been slacking in their research on Miracles."

After tossing the body to Eldritch, Richard turned and walked to Ulysses' side.

"Nothing happening below, right?"

"No. If you have something to say, just say it. No matter what's happening below, can it be more important than you, the Main God's business?"

Richard laughed heartily, then put on a serious face.

"A few years ago, I obtained a coordinate. This coordinate is for a Spark Base from a Previous Civilization, like those of Titans and Pioneers.

Previously, I wasn't strong enough, but now that I've acquired the Transformation Rule, perhaps we can take a look at this place."

Richard had long coveted this Spark Base of the Previous Civilization.

As a Spark Base, the resources inside, among other things, used to revive civilization would surely be abundant.

For a Wizard eager for knowledge, this Doomsday Spark Base is a massive Treasure Vault.

"A Doomsday Spark Base of the Previous Civilization!? You... you have such a treasure!"

Ulysses was so shocked he could barely speak. Being from a civilization himself, he knew exactly what a Spark Base could contain.

If this thing got out, even Dominators would fight over it.

"Not us, I discovered it," Richard waggled his index finger slightly, "If a Wizard had discovered these coordinates, would it have devolved to us going?"

After calming his mind, Ulysses asked, "Indeed, when shall we go?"

Richard paused for a moment, then said steadily, "I'll go back and fetch some consumables first. This Spark Base won't be simple; we must be well-prepared."

Ulysses nodded slightly.

"Alright, I'll also go get some Divine Artifacts from our side."

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Tower of Truth, War Merit Exchange.

"Master, here are all the items you can exchange for."

At the front desk of the hall, the Working Wizard respectfully placed a Crystal Ball before Richard.

Richard swept it with his spiritual power, receiving all the information within.

At the stage of a Great Wizard, the consumables available were no longer as numerous as those for ordinary creatures.

Firstly, Wizards at this stage are powerful with numerous methods; many techniques they can easily perform themselves. Secondly, any material effective at this stage is inevitably precious.

But this scarcity is relative.

In the list Richard received, there were over a thousand auxiliary tools effective for a Great Wizard, covering everything from single-use witchcraft scrolls to temporary power-boosting magic equipment, and even Magic Potions to hasten a Great Wizard's recovery.

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Of course, the war merits required for these items are astonishingly high.

The wizard's war merit system is divided into common war merit, silver war merit, and gold war merit.

The exchange rate between war merits is one thousand to one.

And these items, even the most ordinary recovery magic potion requires a hundred gold war merits.

Converted into common war merits, that's one hundred million common war merits.

In conversion, you have to kill one hundred million First Level Mayflies to exchange for the most ordinary recovery magic potion.

However, war merits don't matter to Richard anymore.

His war merit assessment is in, and he has slain fourteen Kings of Mayflies, eight of whom had no means of resurrection.

Just these eight Fifth Level Kings of Mayflies account for eighty thousand gold war merits. The other six Kings of Mayflies, although they have resurrection means, only reduce the war merit by half.

In conversion, that's twenty-five thousand five hundred gold war merits.

Counting the two thousand gold war merits from the highest command evaluation, Richard earned a hundred and seven thousand and five hundred gold war merits this time.

That doesn't count the many war merits he earned before.

Besides, he also has the discount from the Wizard Hero Medal.

War merit consumption is not a problem for Richard at all.

After scanning the entire list, Richard picked some items he thought he could use.

"That's it, just deduct it from my war merit account directly."

The working world took the crystal ball and inadvertently glanced at Richard's exchange list.

"Hmm?"

The wizard rubbed his eyes, confirming he wasn't mistaken.

"Master, our crystal ball may have some issues. May I ask, did you choose ten bottles of master-level soul recovery magic potions, five Twelve Rings Spell scrolls, a set of spike burst magic equipment..."

"No problem," Richard interrupted calmly, "That's it. Send them over quickly."

The working wizard gulped stiffly, glancing at the war merit consumption of this series of exchanges.

Even with the Wizard Hero discount, this series of items cost five thousand gold war merits.

Equivalent to half a small world.

Who exactly is this Great Wizard?

"Alright, please hold on."

A moment later, a dust ring appeared beside Richard, and a little elf carrying a bag emerged from it.

"Master, your items... Richard?"

The little elf looked at Richard, surprised as if she had seen a ghost.

Richard looked at the little elf, and distant memories resurfaced in his mind.

"You are... Elissa?"

The little elf before him was the same one from the Garon Wizard Academy Library back then.

Unexpectedly, this little elf had come to the Tower of Truth.

"It really is you, wow, you have become so strong after all these years?"

The little elf looked at Richard, her face full of shock. After all, Richard was just a Three Rings Wizard back then, and now, after just a thousand years, he had become a Five Rings Great Wizard.

"Haha, just luck. How did you end up at the Tower of Truth for work?"

Hearing this, Elissa pouted.

"No choice, the Wizard Academy changed its system. We little elves naturally followed and changed places to work. Our academy has a high status, so I was luckier to work at the Tower of Truth.

Some of my less fortunate friends were assigned to the frontline, and they are almost beyond resurrection now."

Hearing this, Richard sighed as well. In war, every member of the wizard civilization must contribute to the war effort.

The wizard civilization does not support idlers.

Suddenly, Richard rummaged through his pocket and took out an elf lollipop.

"Fortunately, I didn't change my pocket. Here, this is for you."

Elissa's eyes lit up when she saw the lollipop.

She hadn't had candy in years.

"Richard, you're so kind! When the war is over, I'll definitely treat you, treat you..."

Elissa thought for a while, seemingly having nothing to offer Richard.

Richard patted the little elf's head, laughing heartily.

"Haha, treat me to something after the war is over."

...

Back in the Secret Realm, Ulysses just returned as well.

Although Ulysses didn't have much war merit among the gods, in the civilization of gods, the Power of Faith is hard currency.

With past connections and abundant Power of Faith, he borrowed quite a few Divine Artifacts.

"This is for you."

Ulysses handed a spear that looked like a tree branch to Richard.

"This is the projection of the weapon of the Divine King; as long as you throw it, it will definitely hit. Once hit, no matter what it is, anything below Level 6 is bound to die.

Even Level 6 has to lose half a life."

Richard took the spear and handed his prepared consumables to Ulysses.

Everything was ready, and Richard opened the Dimension Gate leading to the dimension defined as 2456 by the previous civilization.