Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

After the blueprint was finalized, Richard did not rush into mass production.

His Alchemy Workshop's machinery was currently dedicated to producing parts for the Magic Support Vehicles. If he wanted to switch to the production of Single Soldier Armor, Richard would have to drastically retrofit these machines.

Moreover, at this point, producing these armors seemed rather pointless.

Military expenses during wartime were inconspicuous, but once peace prevailed, the costs became particularly noticeable.

Richard had not yet received definite news about a Plane War, so producing armor in advance was simply a waste of money.

Equipment was not just about production; it required maintenance.

Temporarily setting aside the armor issue, Richard's life returned to its tranquil routine.

Time hurried by, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed.

In the laboratory, the Evolution Light Instrument emitted a pale blue beam, enveloping a piece of flesh within it.

Behind that beam, an eerily blue flame quietly burned inside a crystal cover.

Under the beam's radiance, the cells that made up the flesh quickly began to disintegrate; bodily fluids carrying cell debris turned into pus, dripping continuously from the flesh.

Suddenly, the blue light disappeared.

A tiny Magic Tentacle reached above the flesh and removed a small piece of it.

"At last it's successful. It wasn't in vain that I took the trouble to use the Original Blue Fire as a radiation source."

Standing in front of the experiment station, Richard carefully merged the flesh attached to the Magic Tentacle into his body.

This was the sixth generation of Enhanced Cells, and Richard had experimented for nearly seventy years to reach this one cell. Ultimately, it forced Richard to extract the Original Blue Fire from the Secret Realm and upgrade the Evolution Light Instrument for success.

After placing the sixth-generation Enhanced Cells, Richard let out a sigh, "Ah, as my Physique improves, it's getting harder and harder to obtain Enhanced Cells."

It took him nearly thirty years to progress from the fourth generation to the fifth. And from the fifth to the sixth, it took him seventy years.

If he wanted to obtain the seventh or eighth generation, the time required would likely grow even longer.

However, compared to other wizards, this was already a rapid advancement.

After five iterations of cellular upgrades, Richard's Physique reached 250 points. If he could complete the iteration with the sixth-generation Enhanced Cells, his Physique should improve by another five or six points.

With the experiment a success, Richard cleaned up the experiment station and long-absent, left the laboratory.

Outside the Wizard Tower, Extreme North City was thriving.

After many years of development, Extreme North City had grown into a large city with nearly two million inhabitants. Although it didn't compare to the Academic Cities with populations over ten million, built by White Wizards in the central region of the Wizard World, in the lands of the Extreme North, this was the most prosperous city.

The district Tosio had built was long ago flattened, and buildings of diverse architectural styles sprouted throughout the city.

In the sky, small airships with shop advertisements glided above the city. On the ground, Alchemy Machines and horse-drawn carriages traveled on the same roads.

Due to Extreme North City's prosperity, the furs, timber, medicinal herbs, and other resources from the Extreme North land had finally garnered the attention of mainland merchants.

Numerous Airship Chambers of Commerce included Extreme North City in their trade routes, which further stimulated the city's development.

Now, in the tales of the snow natives, Extreme North City had become the Dream City, the Earthly Divine Country.

Richard flew over the city and looked down at the bustling streets below, a sense of unfamiliarity suddenly flashing through him.

Over the years, he had not paid much attention to the development of Extreme North City.

His impression of Extreme North City ceased at the last major expansion period, which was what he saw when he returned from the Mountain Secret Realm.

After more than a hundred years of development, the city had gradually become unrecognizable to him.

"The power of mortals should not be underestimated. It's just a pity," Richard mused softly.

Although the strength of mortals was significant, in a world where Transcendent powers existed, these mortals were destined to be but vassals to the Transcendent.

While Richard was reflecting, a presence suddenly caught his attention.

He turned his gaze towards the direction of Jialong Wizard Academy; in the distance, a streak of light approached Extreme North City.

"A Three Rings Wizard? Which Three Rings Wizard would come to the Extreme North... Stio! It's been a long time!"

Richard looked at the streak of light, initially puzzled, but as the light drew closer, his dragon eyes pierced through the Wizard's glowing exterior and recognized the true face of the Wizard.

Soon, the streak of light halted before Richard, revealing the iron-gray-skinned Stio.

Stio sized up Richard with a hint of surprise, "Richard, your progress is truly miraculous! It's been just over a hundred years, and your Physique has improved so much.

If I waited a thousand or two thousand years, you might already have become a Great Wizard."

Hearing this, Richard replied with a smile, "Good, I'll take that as a good omen. When I become a Great Wizard, I'll invite you to be the Deputy Dean."

After joking for a while, Richard welcomed Stio into the Wizard Tower.

"You came without warning, and I don't have any tea for guests on normal days. Make do with this; drink some of what I use to stay alert."

In the parlor, Richard casually took out a bottle of black liquid from his pocket and handed it to Stio.

Stio accepted the bottle, glanced at it, and then promptly stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing both the bottle and the liquid.

As soon as the substance hit his stomach, a look of surprise crossed Stio's face.

"Damn, what is this? It's so potent."

Stio felt completely energized after swallowing the liquid, even more so than after meditation.

"This is extract from a strain of Demonized Plants I cultivated myself, with a toxicity a hundred and thirty times stronger than Sweetheart Poison, enough to kill a One Ring Wizard with just half a milliliter. But for us..."

Richard took another bottle of extract from his pocket and downed it in one go.

"It's just a stimulating drink."

"Not bad, not bad, I've learned something new," Stio responded with amazement. "I never thought that a Neurotoxin could be used as a stimulant."

The two seated themselves, and Richard was the first to speak, "Stio, you seem to be in such a hurry to get here. It doesn't look like you've come for a visit.

'What is it? Did something happen?'"

"Haha, you saw right through me." Stio laughed heartily, "I'm planning to purchase a few things from the Tower of Truth. Oh right, you probably don't know yet, our Academy is likely to launch an expedition in a few years. You'd better prepare yourself during this time.

I've heard that the world we're heading to this time is no ordinary place. Exploratory Wizards have discovered many things resembling the remains of Floating Cities around that world.

This time, the world we're visiting is almost certainly the battlefield of an ancient war between the Lost Ones and some civilization, and who knows what demons and monsters are hidden inside."

Hearing this news, Richard was startled.

"Such important news, and the Academy didn't notify me in advance?" Richard said somewhat angrily, "I haven't heard anything about this war until now."

"Hehe, don't get worked up, don't get worked up," Stio chuckled, "Our Academy usually announces such news five years in advance. I live inside the Academy, so I get the information a little faster."

"That means I have at least five years."

"Correct."

Richard leaned against the back of his chair, his brain a tangled mess.

However, he quickly calmed down; after all, he had at least five years. Within those five years, he definitely had to do something.

The battlefield of the Pioneers was bound to harbor immense dangers, and as a Three Rings Wizard, if he were to join the war, he would undoubtedly be sent to the most perilous battlefields.

The command center wouldn't just assign him a battlefield suited only for Second Ring Wizards to blast fish simply because Richard was too young.

"Whew, this is some explosive news," Richard let out a breath, looking gratefully at Stio, "When we get back to the Academy, I'll treat you to a meal."

Upon hearing this, Stio laughed heartily, "Haha, that's the spirit. But you'd better get ready, if you're treating me, I'll choose the most expensive dishes."

Soon, Stio left.

After seeing him off, Richard immediately entered the Secret Realm.

Since war was looming, he naturally had to prepare thoroughly.

In the Alchemy Workshop, Fire Lizard Workers were processing each rough component with alchemy.

The Alchemy Workshop had been expanded several times and now housed nearly two thousand Fire Lizard Workers.

Ten production lines were in operation simultaneously, just to provide components for the thriving trade of Magic Support Vehicles.

"Calion! Sulina!"

Richard's voice prompted the two heads of the Fire Lizard Craftsmen to come out of the workshop.

"My lord, you wanted to see us?"

"Halt production, all of these machines are going to be moved to the Red Sun World later."

"Ah?" Calion was astonished and quickly asked, "What's happening, my lord?"

Looking at him, Richard spoke with a grave tone, "War is coming, Calion.

War is coming!"

...

The relocation of the workshop was rapidly completed. As a Three Rings Wizard, Richard could now fly without any spells, solely through energy manipulation.

And with just a little boost from Wind Element spells, Richard's speed surged even more.

Traveling day and night, it took Richard only three days to get from the Extreme North to the Tower of Truth. For a One Ring Wizard, it would have taken more than half a year to make the same journey.

Passing through the transmission gate of the Clear Frost Academy, Richard returned to the Red Sun World once more.

...

A team of Fire Lizards carried out a huge Melter from the Secret Realm Rift, followed by a Fire Lizard Craftsman approaching Richard.

"Lord, this is the last machine," he said.

Richard nodded, "All right, resume the production line as quickly as possible. I'll give you three months to train a group of qualified workers on New World Island."

"Yes, my lord."

After several hundred years of development, New World Island had also changed dramatically. Even though the Red Sun Gold Pattern Stone veins in the Red Sun World were long tapped out, thanks to the existence of the permanent territory, Richard's transmission array remained. The Fire Lizards could buy various resources from the Wizard World through the channels of Richard Jolod's Commerce.

This ensured New World Island did not lack resources.

And because there weren't many entertainment options on New World Island, it developed a very artistic atmosphere.

Even the Fire Lizard Warriors were influenced by this atmosphere, refining their combat skills to be more precise and graceful.

Flying in mid-air, Richard looked down at the well-organized New World Island and couldn't help but praise, "

"Akala, Azuhan, you've managed this place quite well these years."

"All thanks to your help, Lord Richard," Azuhan responded calmly.

After Richard put Azuhan to shame, he finally faced the grim reality – the Fire Lizards lived better under Richard's command.

With Akala's support, he had once again become the leader of New World Island.

Richard shook his head slightly, "Don't be modest, resources alone couldn't accomplish this. I have a city in the Wizard World, and managing it is such a hassle."

The two Fire Lizards did not respond, waiting silently for Richard's next words.

"The reason I'm here, besides moving the workshop, there's something else I need to do."

"Please speak, my lord," Akala said respectfully.

"Do you remember the contract we signed?" Richard asked, his gaze shifting leisurely towards the Fire Lizard Warriors in the Martial Arts Arena.

"It's time for you to pay the Blood Tax."