Back in his magic tower, Punk was not entirely sure whether what the "Chairman" was doing could be considered "funding and cultivating Legendary powerhouses." After all, even for a powerful Blazing Sun level expert, the Chairman's generosity was still far too rare.
But regardless of whether that guess was correct, and regardless of whether he had received someone else's "funding," Punk was quite satisfied now. After all, obtaining the resources needed to grow stronger continuously and rapidly suited his ambitions perfectly. Whatever the Chairman's true purpose was, there was no need for him to be suspicious.
After all, only true strength was the most tangible benefit. With the storm of a great era about to arrive, nothing was more important than seizing every opportunity to improve one's own strength.
"This is a magnificent age. I see countless opportunities, and I see countless dangers. Before that surging tide descends, nothing is more important than using every moment to grow stronger. Every means that can be used must be used."
Sitting on the edge of a window in the magic tower, letting the gentle breeze brush past him and allowing his azure hair to sway faintly beneath his hood... the caster quietly gazed outside the tower. The blue sky, joined seamlessly with the earth, remained as vast and empty as ever, while the wild plains, now covered in a layer of soft grass, swayed from side to side in the wind...
As he pondered all manner of matters deeply, Punk calmly took a sip of fragrant fruit tea.
Through the combined efforts of every Master Level Mage in the Hatak Imperial Nation, production of Morris Emerald Fruit had finally recovered somewhat. This refreshing, sweet fruit tea was once again being delivered to the magic tower bit by bit. According to Sebastian's report,