Punk's plan had been to carefully renovate and upgrade the magic tower's outer walls first, then upgrade the more important inner core after completing the next mission and obtaining sufficient magical resources. By his estimate, the process would consume a huge quantity of Northwind Magic Stones and every last vial of Brilliant Gold Fusion Agent in his storeroom. His return to the poverty of his early days was about to become a reality overnight.
But in reality, the busy Whisper of Destruction had not even managed to complete this mere first stage of the Morningstar Magic Tower's renovation—not because he lacked Morningstar-level magical materials, nor because of some unreliable "accident," but because... the Chairman's mission notice had appeared without warning.
In fact, when the standard black crystal card of The Executors transmitted its familiar communication signal from the caster's storage ring, Punk was still diligently "plastering walls" amid an unceasing torrent of erupting energy. Wrapped in a storm of blazing red ionized sparks scattered by extreme heat and shattered laws, the Northwind Magic Stones, already smelted into liquid, were being guided by the Morningstar Mage to strike the magic tower's outer walls in scattered yet orderly patches.
Yet amid such deafening roars, Punk, who had only just begun the renovation work, had no choice but to stop what he was doing and take out the magic crystal card to inspect it.
Clearly, the Chairman truly deserved to be called a powerful veteran Blazing Sun Professional. Although the divine kingdom established by Mother of Five Colors in the twenty-third layer of the Abyss was said to be "impossible to trace," His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne had actually not spent much time traveling to the Abyss to find Tiamat.
Less than thirty thousand years after the previous mission to ambush and