Inside the Bright Moon magic tower on the Hatak vast plain.
Silently watching the prairie scenery outside through one of the magic tower's few windows, "Whisper of Destruction" slowly savored a cup of tea without showing the slightest emotional fluctuation.
Punk could now drink Maurice's Emerald Fruit Tea again, because the empire Ganatica operated on the Minor Plane left behind by the "Deathmark Wind Lantern" was doing fairly well. That plane, nominally belonging to Punk, was now like a farm, continuously supplying him with Soul Magic Crystals and Emerald Fruit Tea.
In fact, under normal circumstances, operating Minor Planes as farms was how most Legendary professionals accumulated wealth. It was only because Punk's research required such enormous resource support that he had never joined the ranks of the "mainstream farm owners."
Fortunately, a certain Legendary warrior was now helping the Bright Moon Mage tend the crops as a hired hand. "Whisper of Destruction" had thus gained a stable, if utterly inadequate, source of income.
Perhaps because of his personality and way of doing things, the River of Fate's "punishment mechanism" seemed never to have taken any action against the law-abiding Ganatica. Meanwhile, all kinds of troubles had never ceased for Punk. From that perspective, perhaps that taciturn youthful avenger should have been a "farmer" cultivating fields from the very beginning. At least earning some Emerald Fruit Tea would not have been bad.
Of course, it was ultimately impossible to obtain precious wealth and treasures through farming alone. In the Legendary world, only ruthless plunder could truly solve the problem of insufficient research funds. Moreover, as one's class level and casting realm rose, ordinary plundering and slaughter could no longer help a Bright Moon powerhouse escape "poverty." Therefore, regardless of a caster's subjective wishes, turning their gaze toward those long-established veteran