While the Black Wizard was still dazed, he had already followed Isaac back to the Wizard Tower.
"You're really... giving it to me?" Only after coming back to his senses did the Black Wizard ask in disbelief.
Was this wizard really that confident?
Isaac looked up at the Black Wizard in surprise. "What else? If you can use it and it can make you stronger, take it. It's just a Witch City." At that moment, the Black Wizard fell silent. He seemed to understand why the Lord of Billions of Flesh and Blood served this man so sincerely. Beyond that inconceivable contract, Isaac's generosity mattered too. More importantly, it was an immense temptation for evil gods and demon gods like them!
Then... was there really no way to escape his control?
A faint gleam flashed through the Black Wizard's eyes. He said nothing and silently turned to leave. Work on the Witch City still needed to continue.
Isaac glanced at the Black Wizard, then buried himself in organizing his data again. At his current level, many things no longer mattered quite so much, even his means of contracting gods. Put plainly, no method had ever been capable of settling everything once and for all. But as his strength and methods improved, the contract's power would grow along with them. It was like a race, a contest to see who could stay ahead. And as long as Isaac remained ahead of them, nothing they did would let them escape his control!
As for comparing their rate of growth...
He had reached this point in less than a mere hundred years. Even the weakest of the three gods, the God of Gourmet, had spent hundreds or thousands of times longer growing! The same point still stood: although all three gods were dazzling