Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

After dinner, Richard bade farewell to Stio and returned to the Wizard Tower.

Back in the Wizard Tower, Richard didn't dawdle and immediately began making the items for the tasks.

The two tasks he had taken were carefully considered. The first task required the making of an arm, and although the conditions were somewhat harsh, they perfectly matched Richard's experiments.

Richard had to continuously create enhanced cells, and in this process, he could use these strengthened cells to make the arm.

As for the second task, the algae cultivation, Richard planned to entrust it to the World Mushroom.

The World Mushroom had its unique methods for cultivating living beings. This kind of algae that grew in special environments was definitely something it could handle.

...

In the Secret Realm, after the World Mushroom listened to Richard's explanation, it agreed cheerfully.

"No problem, Master. This form of life can be cultivated quite easily."

"Oh? That impressive?" Richard looked at the World Mushroom with some surprise. "This time it's not a fungus, though."

"No problem, Master," the World Mushroom responded. "I cultivate mushrooms because I like mushrooms, not because that's all I can cultivate.

As a World Tree, it's in my nature to transform life. Haven't I transformed your Holy Tree Elves?"

Upon hearing this, Richard realized—indeed, converting them into followers was already a form of transformation.

"Then I'll leave it to you. Notify me immediately when you've cultivated it."

"Yes, Master."

After assigning the tasks, Richard was about to turn around and leave.

But suddenly, he stopped and headed to the other side of the World Mushroom.

On the other side was where Richard's Holy City was located. Usually, Ulysses would lie in the nest in the Holy City, lazily basking in the sun.

But today, Ulysses wasn't doing so. The Holy Nest was empty, with only two Holy Tree Elves cleaning with mycelium.

"Where is Ulysses?" Richard asked the Holy Tree Elves.

Upon seeing Richard asking, the Holy Tree Elves immediately landed on the ground and respectfully replied, "Great Creator God, the Crow God has gone to spread your faith."

"Spreading the faith?" Richard was slightly startled.

He was currently in the Wizard World, and there was no place in the Wizard World for spreading faith, unless...

In Extreme North City, a group of tundra dwellers gathered in the square against the cold wind.

At their forefront was a black crow radiant with holy light, preaching calmly.

"... All that you have received are gifts from God. The great Wizard Richard is the embodiment of God, the Son of God... Someday, the land shall shatter, the oceans shall wither, and the Son of God shall return to His kingdom.

Then, He will take the souls of all devout followers to the land of abundant waters and grass, to enjoy eternal bliss.

And the souls of non-believers will fall into an eternal cycle of reincarnation, completely annihilating their self."

Although the black crow was not large, its voice was clearly audible to every tundra dweller.

Under the slick preaching of Ulysses, a professional charlatan from the Gods Civilization, the tundra dwellers' crude mythological system was easily destroyed.

And what replaced it in their ecological niche was naturally Richard's church—the Miracle Sect.

At the end of the preaching, the tundra dwellers all bowed to the black crow, then began to receive the Holy Meal—a mushroom cake and a bowl of mushroom soup.

Suddenly, a streak of light descended on the square, and upon seeing it, the tundra dwellers bowed deeply towards the light.

For nothing else but because the streak of light was their great Wizard who sheltered them, the holy Saint Heir of the Miracle Sect—Wizard Richard.

Richard didn't bother with these tundra dwellers. He glanced at Ulysses, and Ulysses understood his intent.

Ulysses issued a few commands to some of the tundra Cultivators, and then followed Richard away from the square.

Back at the Wizard Tower, Richard angrily scolded Ulysses with a stern face, "How could you evangelize in the Wizard World? Is this a place for preaching?"

But Ulysses retorted firmly, "Why not here? You Wizards don't care about these mortals at all. Do you know what a treasure this is?"

"Treasure?" Richard was almost amused out of anger. "You have no idea. Each and every religion in the Wizard World is backed by a World Guardian.

It's only because Extreme North City is in the far north with not many people, and it's within Garon the Great Wizard's territory, that those Wizard World Guardians can't be bothered to come.

If it were any other place, you would already be under the scrutiny of the Wizard World Guardians!"

Hearing this, the previously blustering Ulysses suddenly paused.

"Are you serious?" Ulysses's confidence was no longer as strong as before.

Richard glared at him fiercely, "Nonsense! Do I need to lie to you? Do you think I'm unaware of the enormous treasure that these vast numbers of mortals in the Wizard World hold?

I've already looked into it!

These churches are all bait used by the Wizard World Guardians to lure Otherworldly beings."

Richard's explanation left Ulysses speechless; he was unaware of these clandestine details.

He thought Richard's reluctance to evangelize in the Wizard World was purely due to the Wizards' disdain for the Divine—a kind of paranoid sentiment.

"Alright, this is my fault. I should have told you about this beforehand," Ulysses apologized.

Then, he sighed, "Sigh, it seems I'll have to train some little ones to do the preaching."

Hearing this, Richard's eyes suddenly widened.

"You still want to preach?"

Ulysses looked at Richard somewhat surprised, "Of course. Your Wizards' laws never stated that Wizards can't establish religions, right?"

Richard thought for a moment, "...Indeed, there's no such rule."

"Then that settles it," Ulysses said proudly. "Those little ones will be your people, not mine.

Even if the Wizard World Guardians come asking, you have nothing to fear.

After all, you've only established a religion and haven't used these mortals as experimental subjects, so you're not breaking any of your laws."

Listening to Ulysses's explanation, Richard paused.

Indeed, these actions didn't violate the laws of the Wizard World.

Richard pondered for a while and slowly said, "What you say doesn't seem problematic, but I still think we should be more cautious. In some time, I'll go ask a Law Enforcement Wizard to see if such an operation is indeed feasible.

During this time, you must not preach anymore."

The Truth Council was very strict in its protection of mortals, and it was difficult to say whether this sort of behavior bordered on violation.

"Fine," Ulysses said somewhat helplessly, "you're the boss, so if you say stop, we stop."

...

As Richard expected, a wizard founding a religion was indeed a borderline act.

In the Wizard World, it wasn't that no wizards had noticed the magical power of the Power of Faith. As early as the Enlightenment era, wizards had attempted to found religions and collect the Power of Faith.

After entering the Pioneer era, the Truth Council imposed strict protections on mortals. Although founding a religion was not outright banned, within the internal regulations of Law Enforcement Wizards, there were many stipulations.

To found a religion, Richard had signed a Soul Contract with the Law Enforcement Wizards to ensure he wouldn't act recklessly.

Moreover, within the Church, there had to be a Law Enforcement Wizard stationed there as a supervisor.

However, this was not an issue for Richard.

He was indeed only collecting the Power of Faith.

After registering with the Law Enforcement Wizards, the religious issues of Extreme North City were resolved, and Richard could focus his energy on the task items.

Time rushed by, and in the blink of an eye, fifty years had passed.

In the laboratory, Richard opened the cultivation chamber and fished out the human arm submerged in the nutrient solution.

In these fifty years, Richard had successfully cultured three generations of Enhanced Cells using blue light irradiation. With these cells, Richard's Physique was very successfully brought to 225 points, and they even allowed him to complete the task item.

The human arm that Richard had just fished out was one of the finished products.

Using Flesh Control, Richard caused his own right arm to sever and then attached the newly cultivated arm.

The arm used third-generation Enhanced Cells, which Richard's body had not yet replaced, so he was unsure if this arm met the standards.

As the blood vessels and nerves successfully connected, the right arm made from third-generation Enhanced Cells began to revive.

Richard left the laboratory and went down to the third underground floor.

This floor was a temporary training room for Ali, and the Gravity Training Room that Richard had made was located within.

He arrived in front of a target. This target was specially made by Richard for testing the arm and had a very high resistance to physical attacks.

Looking at the target, Richard inhaled deeply and pulled back his arm. With a fierce swing, he threw a punch.

Thud!

The metallic target resonated loudly like a bell, echoing in the training room for a long time.

Richard glanced at the display connected to the target, which showed his punch had reached an Energy Level of twelve hundred.

"Not bad."

Immediately after, Richard channeled Magic Power into his right arm. As a vast amount of energy was infused into it, the arm even emitted a pale bluish glow.

Bam!

Another punch followed.

The metallic target burst into a roar, its solid metal shell even dented by the punch.

Looking at the display again, the data for this punch astonishingly reached an Energy Level of three thousand three hundred.

"Not bad."

Richard looked at the numbers on the display, revealing a satisfied smile.

Then, Richard tested his limit output. This time, the metallic target was directly caved in, the data on the display coming in at nearly six thousand.

However, the consequence was that the entire arm was nearly wasted.

But this result was already up to standard, as limit output was used in critical moments.

After repairing the arm, Richard immediately headed to Garon Wizard Academy.

In the Academy's test zone, Richard found the person who had posted the task.

It was a one-armed wizard, sturdy as a black bear. This wizard was also of Three Rings; upon seeing Richard's arrival, he warmly welcomed him inside.

"Master, here is the arm you requested."

Richard took out the box containing the arm from his Magic Pocket.

The one-armed wizard took the box, extracted the arm, and scrutinized it carefully.

"The master must be researching the direction of cell enhancement, right?" said Richard, taken aback slightly, and then he nodded slightly: "Indeed, you have a keen eye, master."

The one-armed wizard smiled at Richard: "I guessed as much. After all, master, the cells in this arm are robust but the muscle structure is quite ordinary.

If the master optimizes the muscle structure, the strength of this arm would far surpass the data you tested."

The notion of Physique that wizards spoke of essentially referred to the robustness of cells, that is, the vibrancy of Life Energy. Although strength, agility, and recovery abilities all improve with enhanced Physique, these are essentially by-products.

Without research, a wizard of the same Physique.

A wizard who pursues Physique Evolution will have physical strength, agility, and recovery capabilities that far surpass those of a wizard who pursues Spiritual Evolution.

Richard smiled wryly: "Can't help it, my abilities are only so much."

"Ha ha."

The one-armed wizard chuckled and took out a bag from his pocket and handed it to Richard.

"For a suggestion to the master, if you want to learn about muscle structure, you can go to the Contribution Store to exchange for the knowledge of Transformation Battle Body.

The potential of this knowledge is immense, even the Dean is still using it now."

Richard's expression grew serious, and after taking the bag, he bowed slightly: "Thank you for the advice."

With the bag in hand, Richard immediately went to the Contribution Store. Inside the bag given by the one-armed wizard were coins representing Contribution Value.

After buying a ten-year pass into the Mountain Secret Realm, the witch who looked like a cold Nezha in front of Richard opened a Secret Realm Rift.

The witch smiled at Richard and said, "Master, please go ahead. I will call you out after ten years."