Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

The Eye Demon Civilization is different from other civilizations in this cluster; their historical progress, under normal circumstances, is expected to be faster than others.

They have already gone through great expansion, an explosion in the number of Dominators, leadership struggles, division, and then unification, a series of complex processes.

If it weren't for the sudden emergence of the Civilization Devourer, the Eye Demon Civilization's next step would be to declare war on the Gods Civilization, and then, while entangled with the Abyss, launch an attack on the Spirit Desert Civilization.

Step by step, they would unify the entire civilization cluster.

However, because of the Civilization Devourer's appearance, everything changed.

Faced with this monster that has set its sights on them, they can only muster all their strength and fight to the death.

"You need not be so courteous, Lord Miracle." The voice of the Eye Demon Leader sounded very warm, "I can tell, you are more than just a leader.

I think that in the current Civilization Alliance, it is your words that count."

"You could say so."

Richard did not deny it and openly admitted it without evasion.

"I can see that you are not interested in power or those troublesome battles of interest."

The Eye Demon Leader looked at Richard, his gaze somewhat scrutinizing but not overly so.

After observing Richard for a moment, he continued, "This may not be a good trait for a leader, but for the leader of an alliance, it is a reassuring quality.

In the Eye Demon Clan, my word prevails. But I wonder if, Lord Miracle, you are willing to accept us, these poor creatures cornered in an enclave."

"Oh? Why wouldn't I accept you?"

Richard raised an eyebrow, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"There are many reasons, Lord Miracle." The Eye Demon Leader said calmly, "For example, it might not be worth the effort for a dying civilization, 'This civilization may not listen to my command, better to wait until a few Dominators fall before having them join.'

Or, 'These guys look really strange, better let them perish,' and so on...

These are all good reasons."

"Is that the nature of the Eye Demon?" Richard unreservedly retorted, "Did I cross the Dimension Storm just to toy with you?

At this moment, time is money, my friend."

"Indeed, and I ask your forgiveness." The Eye Demon Leader's voice remained calm, "We are always wary of creatures outside the tribe, and naturally, we are the same towards others within our tribe.

This arises from our Talent.

Although Antioch is not too bright, I suppose he hasn't told you about our ability."

"What ability?"

"We can discern the human heart." The Eye Demon Leader's voice was earnest, "You could say we are born with an ability akin to mind reading.

We can 'see' emotions, see the thoughts within people, and your sincerity shines like gold.

Therefore, I apologize again for my probing."

"Even Dominators can be seen?"

Richard was a bit shocked in his heart; this ability seems to have surpassed the range of Soul Talent.

"Of course, after all, I am also a Dominator." The Eye Demon Leader replied calmly.

Richard took out the contract, and the Eye Demon Leader signed it with just a glance.

In an instant, an invisible shackle fell upon all members of the Wizard Alliance and the Eye Demon Civilization.

"...It seems that things have not reached the worst situation."

The Eye Demon Leader closed his eyes and then opened them, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

"That monster hasn't anchored our dimension, at least not completely. Our dimension has made contact with the Alliance Dimension... damn it!"

The Eye Demon Leader's voice suddenly turned a bit panicked, and then a rift-like Dimension Gate opened in front of him.

"The Dimension Storm was too vast, causing migration issues with the dimension's coordinates, I need to handle it... damn it!"

Watching the disappearing Eye Demon Leader, Richard shrugged and glanced at the surrounding Eye Demon Elders.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who is in charge of technology? Our technical team needs to exchange techniques with you."

"I am."

An Eye Demon Elder with purple eyes approached Richard.

"I am Mora, one of the Technical Elders. My kin are responsible for the construction and development of war machinery."

"Very well, Elder Mora, immediately gather your technical personnel; we must start production at once." Richard's voice was urgent but calm, "Everyone is aware, even though I am here, the Civilization Devourer will not abandon the assault on this world.

Although their fleets and legions were destroyed by Antioch and me, they can rebuild such things with time.

This war is not over yet."

...

"Is this your technology?"

In the laboratory, Richard watched as Elder Mora demonstrated the technology before him, a hint of astonishment on his face.

Before him, Elder Mora was using his mind to manipulate a mass that looked like sand, these grains appeared quite ordinary, but Richard could easily see through their essence—this was a group of super microscopic Gestalt creatures.

This Gestalt Creature's material looks similar to Wuxiang, but according to Elder Mora, this is just one of the "particles" they possess.

They have many such particles, each corresponding to different functions.

"Yes, it seems that Your Excellency has discovered the secret of the particles."

Elder Mora's mind moved, and the particles beside him transformed into a model almost identical to Richard.

"Our technology is based on particles. By adjusting the internal structure of the particles and imprinting the spirit of the particles, we can almost create anything we need."

"Aren't you afraid of rebellion?" Richard couldn't help but ask, "Once these super microscopic gestalt creatures gather in significant numbers, they will inevitably develop intelligence.

At that time, your weapons will become the swords that kill you."

"Lord Miracle, would you chop off your own head?" Elder Mora asked a very strange question.

"Of course not, unless it's absolutely necessary."

"The particles think the same way."

Elder Mora waved his tentacle, and in an instant, the entire laboratory shattered, turning into a mass of particles.

A strange spiritual wave emitted from this mass of particles, as if millions of voices were speaking the same sentence simultaneously.

"Lord Miracle, I am in a symbiotic relationship with the Eye Demon. The Eye Demon transforms me and promotes my reproduction, while I help them fight and achieve everything they desire."

Richard looked at the particle aggregate, his heart once again filled with endless marvel at the Star Realm's wonders.

"...Incredible."

But after marveling, Richard slightly shook his head: "However, this symbiotic relationship limits your technology. Some technological means cannot be achieved by particles."

"No technological route is comprehensive," Elder Mora said softly, "Technology always requires trade-offs."

"Indeed, there must always be trade-offs."

Richard nodded slightly, then suddenly tore open space. After searching within the space for a while, he quickly took out two things wrapped in Sealing Skills.

"Since you're following particle technology, I think my two subordinates would be very suitable to exchange ideas with you."

With that, the two seals broke, revealing the Wuxiang and Elderly sealed within.

These seals were originally left as a backup in case the Gestalt Creatures perished on the battlefield, but at this moment, they were just right for communicating with the Eye Demon.

"This is... Native Particles!"

Elder Mora immediately recognized the identities of Wuxiang and Elderly, his huge purple eyes burning with an enthusiasm that nearly became tangible.

Native Particles are exceedingly important to the Eye Demon.

The particles they currently use were developed from a single Native Particle, which, while convenient for use, also restricted their development.

Thus, for many years, the Eye Demon had been searching for new Native Particles.

But unfortunately, as if teased by Fate, they searched for hundreds of thousands of years and still hadn't found new Native Particles.

"These two are my subordinates, both of whom I have nurtured from the smallest stage," Richard said, stroking Wuxiang and Elderly, reiterating their identities once more.

"But now, I think you need them."

"We indeed need them," Elder Mora said solemnly, "Survival is the primary imperative, and if we cannot live, then everything in the future is meaningless."

Richard nodded slightly, knowing that Elder Mora had understood his intention.

"Then go ahead, they will cooperate with you."

...

Galaxy Great World.

"Kekekeke, how do you like Fate's methods?"

On the vast black sea, the constantly surging waves transformed into a human face. It let out a strange laugh toward the sky, its voice as sinister as the whisper of a devil.

"You wish to escape Fate, but how could Fate possibly let you go? Insects caught in the web cannot escape."

[...]

No words, no emotion, a vast will suddenly surged from the Void, instantly calming the sea. However, within the pitch-black will of the Civilization Devourer, a colorful speck couldn't be erased no matter what.

That was the imprint caused by the Curse Crown united with numerous Dominators, the most intricate curse within this community.

Driven by Fate, this seemingly impossible curse successfully imprinted itself within the will of the Civilization Devourer.

After the Civilization Devourer smoothed the sea, an endless series of war machines began to emerge from the boundless black ocean of the Galaxy Great World.

These war machines included the Titans' Floating Island Battleships, the Furnace Men's War Fortresses, and even the Wizards' Floating Fortresses, the Gods' Divine Country Battle Platforms.

Each of these war machines was the pinnacle war machine of its respective civilization, each capable of serving as a mothership.

But at this moment, they arrayed themselves in formation within the Star Realm like ordinary warships.

An infinite ripple suddenly stirred the Sea of Ether, and a gigantic Dimension Rift slowly opened in the Void.

A colossal entity, one that dwarfed the numerous war machines into insignificance, slowly appeared behind the rift.

[World Fortress activation, war continues.]