Although the Wizard Civilization is nominally a whole, in reality, each faction has its own domain of control.
Without a command from the Shaping Energy Crown, a significant portion of the Wizard Army would be immovable. And without a command from the Alchemy Crown, the factories of the Alchemy World would operate in vain, producing no equipnt.
The Truth Council’s power cos from the Truth Wizards within, so orders from the Truth Council are often not directly sent to the corresponding departnts but must be approved by the faction, stamped with the faction’s insignia before being executed.
In the past, these orders were generally issued to the corresponding Great Wizards.
But due to the war, the Great Wizards went to the frontline, and all these orders piled up at the headquarters, handed over to be handled by the Truth Wizad’s clones.
"No wonder the Crown wants to toss the faction’s matters to ."
Richard looked at the files piled high before him and couldn’t help but feel a bit irritated.
Although for him, processing these files wouldn’t take much ti. But in this era, many of the files are ti-sensitive.
If the ti is missed, approving or rejecting them would be aningless even if done.
This requires that there must be a clone to handle unexpected situations at all tis.
Listening to Richard’s complaints, the Curse Mark Great Wizard felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had heard similar words many tis before.
"These things shouldn’t pose a problem for you, right?" the Curse Mark Great Wizard cautiously asked.
"Indeed, they aren’t a problem. But... who would want to waste their energy on this?"
Richard helplessly snapped a finger, creating a clone identical to himself. Then, he implanted a Soul Seed into the clone, ensuring it could freely use Magic Power.
As the Soul Seed entered the body, the clone’s eyes suddenly beca vibrant.
Without a word, the clone quietly approached the files, processing them with astonishing efficiency.
Richard turned to the Curse Mark Great Wizard: "In the future, you can just get him to stamp anything."
The Curse Mark Great Wizard watched Richard’s clone stamping docunts without even looking at what they were, and his expression was conflicted, seemingly wanting to speak.
"Crown Throne, you’re being too perfunctory."
"Perfunctory?" Richard raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on the Curse Mark Great Wizard’s shoulder, saying solemnly: "Curse Mark, your dedication to the faction is touching, so I’m now granting you the authority to review all docunts; after you’re satisfied, bring them here for stamping."
"Ah?"
The Curse Mark Great Wizard was left perplexed by Richard, feeling as if he had heard this sowhere before.
Without giving him a chance to argue, Richard directly pulled a scroll from his pocket, writing a Crown Throne decree to certify the Curse Mark Great Wizard’s authority, and then vanished from the room without looking back.
This kind of tedious work, whoever loves it can do it, but he absolutely won’t.
Watching Richard disappear, the Curse Mark Great Wizard had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
It seed that in the past, there had been a Wizard who did the sa.
"Was that Curse Crown a lazy Wizard too?"
...
In the Endless Dinsion, the Curse Crown abruptly felt an itch on his nose while exploring a maze region.
He rubbed his nose, thinking to himself: "It seems that young Curse Mark has realized the problem. Once he discovers it, the council should notice my absence too... hope not too much ti has passed."
In this maze, his sense of ti was severely distorted.
He could no longer tell whether he had been in this maze for tens of thousands of years or had just entered.
However, even so, the Curse Crown’s gaze remained firm, without any trace of panic.
Since stepping on this path, he had long since disregarded life and death.
Looking at the maze before him, like a mirror, the mysterious power in his eyes flowed unceasingly.
"This maze may be a trap, but it is also an opportunity. If I can unravel the secrets of this maze, my chances of victory will certainly improve."
...
After leaving the Curse School headquarters, Richard glanced at his to-do list and decided to start with the most important and simplest tasks.
"First, let’s go to the Furnace Man Dinsion." Richard closed his notebook and said softly.
Though it feels wrong to say it, now that the Curse Crown and other Dominators are trapped and devoured by the Civilization Devourer, it is a good chance for him to explore the Endless Dinsion.
At this mont, the Civilization Devourer would certainly not have the attention to spare on him.
Opening the Dinsion Gate, Richard entered the Endless Dinsion.
In a space akin to the deep cosmos, innurable rainbow lights spanning the Heavenly Vault filled Richard’s vision—each of these rainbow lights represented a dinsion.
Even though this was not Richard’s first ti seeing it, he still felt a slight sense of awe.
As he infused the Dinsion Power into the mark on his forehead, a fla flowed out from the mark, transforming into a guiding line extending into the depths of the Endless Dinsion.
"Is there such a direct guidance?"
Watching the guiding line, a hint of surprise flashed across Richard’s face.
He had originally prepared for exhaustive divinations, but with this guiding line, he no longer needed such efforts.
With a thought, Richard’s body instantly turned into flowing light, flying towards the direction indicated by the path.
His speed was so fast that within the blink of an evolution, it reached a hundred tis the speed of flowing light.
And this speed was still increasing!
The Endless Dinsion is not the Material World; its speed limit is infinitely large, at least in the Wizards’ records, there is no such upper limit.
As long as the capability is sufficient, Richard’s speed could reach ten thousand tis the speed of flowing light.
To Dominator-Level beings, the Material World is like an infinitely large prison; the Endless Dinsion is where they truly belong.
...
The Endless Dinsions, much like the Star Realm, stretch infinitely, but unlike the world community structure of the Star Realm, the distribution of dinsions within the Endless Dinsions is remarkably uniform.
This uniformity ans that the likelihood of encountering creatures becos exceedingly small.
Even illusion creatures and curse creatures are extrely rare in the vast Endless Dinsions.
Richard traveled through the Endless Dinsions at a thousand tis the speed of light for nearly a year, and during this ti, he didn’t encounter a single life form.
This left Richard feeling a bit frustrated.
Dinsion exploration is also a highly rewarding endeavor for a Dominator, as most illusion creatures and curse creatures can serve as research material.
If lucky, one might also encounter various banished monsters from the Material World.
Although the mysteries of these beings don’t significantly enhance Richard’s power, discovering even one power-boosting mystery would be imnsely profitable.
Yet, he encountered nothing along the way.
As if... sothing had scared them away.
Roar!
Just as Richard was contemplating, a soul-shaking roar suddenly echoed in his mind.
He turned his head and imdiately wore a look of delight.
He saw a rift suddenly tear open in the void, and a worm-like creature, resembling a sandworm, was half-banished into the Endless Dinsions.
This worm monster was earth-yellow all over, covered in bone-spike-like appendages, and over five thousand ters long.
Though lacking intelligence for unknown reasons, its extraordinary body was enough to compensate for its intellectual deficiencies.
Without the World Origin’s support, even a Sixth-level native World Master couldn’t easily defeat it.
"Just hold on a bit longer! This monster is about to be banished!"
Inside the world, several World Masters, led by a Sixth-level World Master, struggled to maintain an array as large as the Heavenly Vault.
The runes inside the array were complex and unfathomable.
However, if there were even one Great Wizard present, the array’s efficiency could be more than doubled.
Suddenly, the worm being banished began to struggle fiercely.
It seed as if it had encountered sothing heaven-like.
The World Masters maintaining the array turned pale, unable to offset the worm’s assault on the array.
Boom!
A World Master at the corner of the array suddenly exploded, azure blood dyeing the sky. With his explosion, the array’s collapse accelerated tens of tis.
Within milliseconds, two more World Masters exploded and perished.
The array’s collapse was inevitable.
The World Master overseeing the array showed a tinge of despair, questioning if all they had prepared still wouldn’t be enough to banish this abominable creature nurtured by the World Origin.
The next mont, the worm struggling to burrow into the world abruptly paused.
Then, despite the array teetering on collapse, the worm’s body began retreating rapidly.
As if soone was tugging it from behind.
Endless Dinsions.
Richard, gripping the worm with one hand, pulled it bit by bit from the world’s interior. The slow pace wasn’t due to the worm’s strength but because Richard wanted to draw it out whole.
Finally extracting the last segnt of its body, Richard laughed heartily.
"Haha, finally encountered sothing, and it’s a Level 6 creature, not bad, not bad."
Swallowing the worm internally, Richard glanced curiously at the still-healing dinsion rift.
Within the world, the World Masters maintaining the array stiffened as they looked at the sky.
At the spot where they banished the worm monster, a massive eye peered down at them as if observing insects in a jar.
"A native world, perhaps I can leave a beacon."
Although he didn’t enter the world, Richard keenly sensed sothing unusual about this native world’s rules.
After the war ends, he might return to study this world.
Thinking thus, Richard didn’t dwell further, casually using the Power of Dinsion to cast in a wizard’s commonly used dinsion beacon.
It was, after all, a casual act.
But within the world, nurous thoughts raced through the minds of the World Masters as they gazed at the peculiar creation from beyond the sky.
The civilization tier difference rendered them incapable of comprehending the beacon’s nature.
Ultimately, the leading World Master spoke, "Let’s enshrine this object. That naless presence helped us deal with the vile beast, presumably not an evil entity.
Perhaps, we might et him again soday."
...
The distance to the Furnace Man Dinsion was extrely far.
Following the guidance, Richard flew for a full decade before finding the place. In the Material World, this equated to a distance of ten thousand Flowing Light Years, comparable to the diater of the Wizard Civilization’s occupation zone.
But fortunately, it was all worth it.
As he gazed at the crimson dinsion before him, the mark on Richard’s forehead grew intensely hot.
The Furnace Man Dinsion lay right in front of him, and entwined with it, two even weaker dinsions.
Amazingly, the Civilization Dinsions of all three major civilizations of the Civilization Alliance still existed!
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