Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

"The things excavated from the relics of the previous civilization... this can't be said carelessly," Richard pondered.

At this critical moment, if the Ghost Horror Clan were labeled, they would essentially be condemned as traitors.

It's truly inconceivable for a race with a Breaking Limit Sovereign to serve the Civilization Devourer like a dog.

"I can assure you, this news is true, Youming even had the Ghost Lord personally watch over that thing," the Clan Leader of the Mechanical Clan said seriously, "Only... no one knows what that thing is, except for Youming and the Ghost Lord.

Perhaps that thing is just a profoundly sophisticated machine from the previous civilization."

Richard slightly nodded, "It's possible."

But saying this, he had some doubts in his heart.

When the Furnace Man civilization made sacrifices in those years, they probably deliberately destroyed information about the previous civilization. Otherwise, there's no reason the Giant Dragons couldn't achieve civilization.

In other words, these relics now are either unknown to the Furnace Man or deemed unimportant, not affecting the development of civilization.

Under such circumstances, the existence of something that would make a Dominator act stealthily is highly unlikely.

"Moreover, this time, Youming's actions are a bit strange," the Clan Leader of the Mechanical Clan continued, "The Ghost Horror Clan's belligerence is well known within the Federation, but this time Youming seems overly eager.

The war just ended not long ago, and in just a few decades, he's clamoring to reignite the flames.

Connecting this with the thing you mentioned, Youming is indeed suspicious."

Richard remained silent, merely taking note of the information from the Clan Leader of the Mechanical Clan.

"Do you have any other news in this regard?" Richard asked.

The Clan Leader of the Mechanical Clan slightly shook his head and withdrew the Dimensional Barrier.

"That's all for now, this is all I can do; the future of the Federation rests in your hands."

Richard took a deep breath and suddenly diverted the topic.

"This matter is not urgent for now. I've heard you have significant achievements in mechanics, energy cycles, and rule construction. It just so happens that I've done some research in these areas as well.

Meeting you today feels like a meeting of kindred spirits; shall we exchange insights and make progress together?"

The Clan Leader of the Mechanical Clan was taken aback, then smiled, "Very well, I also wish to see the techniques of a Wizard."

...

Ghost Horror Clan's home world.

Youming sat before the Divine Statue, praying as usual.

But this time, a nauseating whisper suddenly echoed within the chapel.

The marble-sculpted Divine Statue in front of Youming suddenly changed its appearance. Its face became incredibly ferocious, and the previously smooth lines were now full of discordant straight lines.

The whisper resounding in the chapel was coming from this Divine Statue.

Youming opened his eyes, his expression unperturbed.

Evidently, this was not the first time this had happened.

Suddenly, a blood-colored mist emanated from him, and in the dense fog, he seemed like a ghost king emerging from hell, terrifying and sinister.

"Ghost Lord, you always make people uneasy.."

As he spoke, the chapel's scene suddenly changed. The originally dark and magnificent chapel turned ugly and sinister. Black veins resembling blood vessels grew within the walls of the chapel, and at the location of the Divine Statue, an ugly and ferocious black creature was firmly confined within a blood-stained white bone cage.

Beside him, a nearly identical Ghost Lord was struggling hard.

Black veins similar to those on the walls had already appeared on his body.

Youming ignored the Ghost Lord, his blood-colored eyes unblinkingly watching the Divine Statue not far away.

"You have already been reduced to a mere livestock for power extraction, yet you can still create such a disturbance. It seems you are closely related to the monster that Wizard mentioned."

As he spoke, the blood-colored mist had already enveloped the entire chapel.

The blood-colored mist collided with the black veins, emitting a corrosive "zzzz" sound. Under the erosion of the blood-colored mist, the black veins on the walls began to gradually recede, and eventually, the entire chapel returned to normal.

The Ghost Lord opened his eyes at this moment, and the black veins had disappeared from his body.

"I failed in my duty, Clan Leader," he said softly to Youming.

Youming glanced at him without any reproach.

"This thing is inherently bizarre; your temporary lapse is no major issue. How goes the power extraction from this thing?"

"It's still the same, without the stimulation of war, this thing always remains in a semi-comatose state."

Youming nodded upon hearing this, his gaze on the bone cage filled with a hint of greed.

"What a great thing it is, having been used as a battery for so many years, it can still maintain this state."

The Ghost Lord remained silent, his eyes filled only with respect for Youming.

The ferocity of this thing even surpassed that of an ordinary Endless Dimension Dominator, and its strange powers could even trap Dominators of civilizations like theirs.

Yet such an existence was sealed by Youming, turning it into nutrients for the home world of the Ghost Horror Clan.

The Corpse Bone Pit needed for the creation of the Ghost Horror Clan was a drain on the world. In the past years, the Ghost Horror Clan's home world would enter an End of Magic Era from time to time.

Each End of Magic Era required a massive amount of Magic Essence to maintain the Corpse Bone Pit for the Ghost Horror Clan to proliferate. Otherwise, the Corpse Bone Pit would vanish due to the End of Magic Era.

But ever since sealing this thing, the Corpse Bone Pit no longer needed the world's support.

Even the expansion of the world has begun anew.

For the Yōkaizu, a race of the smaller worlds, this is nothing short of a great blessing.

"Be cautious these days," Youming suddenly spoke, "The origin of this thing is very mysterious. I suspect it is a part of some terrifying existence's body. We must not underestimate it just because it is sealed.

Also... Has this thing become more active recently than before?"

The Ghost Lord paused, pondered for a while, then frowned and said:

"Indeed, its activity level has been stronger compared to before. However, after I increased the extraction power, its activity level dropped back down."

"You increased the extraction power?" Youming immediately frowned, "Why didn't you tell me about this!"

The Ghost Lord felt a little alarmed, not knowing why Youming suddenly became angry.

"Clan Leader, I only increased the power a little. This range is considered a normal adjustment. We did the same when its activity decreased before."

Youming remained silent for a moment, then seriously said, "Next time, report this kind of situation to me in a timely manner."

"Yes, Clan Leader."

...

Time flew by, and soon it was the day for the Mechanical Festival to commence.

On this day, the Mechanical Clan from all over the federation would gather in the mother world of the Mechanical Clan for a massive world-wide celebration.

The celebration would last a full seven days, during which the Mechanical Clan would abandon work and fully indulge in entertainment.

Even in times of war, the Mechanical Festival never stopped, though the number of participants decreased somewhat.

In front of the workshop of the Mechanical Clan Leader, Richard looked at the Mechanical Clan members returning from various places of the Natural Federation and suddenly asked the Mechanical Clan Leader beside him, "What is your Mechanical Festival celebrating?"

"Celebrating what?" The Mechanical Clan Leader laughed heartily, "We celebrate nothing. The Mechanical Festival is held once every five years, and this day is meant for the eternally working Mechanical Clan to relax.

Friend, although I look mechanical, we are also living beings.

Living beings need to rest."

Richard was taken aback, he didn't expect the festival to have no meaning... No, the rest itself was the meaning.

"Hahaha, indeed, I was narrow-minded. Festivals are meant for relaxation."

In the midst of laughter, a sudden energy wave emanated from Richard.

Immediately after, the alchemy puppets scattered throughout the world began to activate.

During the past two months, Richard had been exchanging alchemy techniques with the Mechanical Clan Leader and had made a large batch of alchemy puppets.

These puppets were not very powerful, only equivalent to the level of Level 3 Creatures among the natives. However, they all possessed the ability to detect pollution from the Civilization Devourer.

As long as there was pollution from the Civilization Devourer nearby, they would immediately locate the source of pollution and transmit this information to the Nest—which was Richard's Dominator Puppet.

The Mechanical Clan Leader noticed the energy fluctuation and his expression immediately turned grave.

A wave of Power of Dimension emanated from him, and outside the world, nearly sky-covering Star Realm Battleships began to mobilize.

These battleships were dimensional creations of the Mechanical Clan Leader, and during this time, they would completely seal off the Mechanical Clan's mother world.

Not even a fly or scrap of iron could escape from this world.

Richard walked to the Mechanical Clan Leader, happily patting the leader on the shoulder.

"Mech, don't worry. None of my puppets have found a single polluter so far. With this low probability, even if there is a polluter..."

Richard's words trailed off, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Just at that moment, more than one in ten thousand of his alchemy puppets sent out an alarm, and this ratio was still increasing.

Richard's expression turned serious.

"Wow, this is getting quite serious."

Noticing Richard's change in expression, the Mechanical Clan Leader's heart suddenly sank.

After these days of exchanges, he clearly understood that this Alchemy Wizard before him was no ordinary being, and his words were never to be taken lightly.

Which meant that the pollution from that monster was indeed real.

"Is it serious?" Unable to help, the Mechanical Clan Leader asked.

Richard remained silent for a moment, and then shook his head slightly.

"It's not just serious, something is very wrong in this situation. With so many polluters, your Natural Federation should have already been overtaken by the Civilization Devourer by now."

The Mechanical Clan is one of the five races, distributed more widely than any other race except for the Tree Spirit.

Aside from some special worlds, almost every world has a presence of the Mechanical Clan.

They are perfect factory owners, perfect workers, and perfect engineers. Other races need the Mechanical Clan to help them develop their local resources.

Richard switched his view to the vision of the puppets, and in his eyes, the crowd swept up in the revelry was constantly twisting.

Piece after piece of component fell off them, only to be haphazardly reinstalled—This was quite normal during the Mechanical Festival.

Witnessing this scene, a flash of inspiration struck Richard's mind.

"No! Someone is deliberately spreading the pollution!"