When the flames of the explosion, mixed with fragments of laws, surged out through the breach in the magic tower, Punk's three-thousand-year golem-making project was declared a total failure. The vast resources he had invested during that time, including precious materials such as Aimoda's flesh and Owen's corpse, all vanished into ashes in this "accident." There was no more fitting description for this three-thousand-year golem research project than a complete loss of everything.
Although the caster had accumulated a great deal of practical experience and mastered more Alchemy knowledge during that long, tireless process of research, when he saw his enormous stockpile of magical materials reduced to specks of useless debris scattered across the glassy floor, the Legendary Mage still could not help but feel a deep ache in his heart.
Those magical resources had accounted for half of all his wealth. With that deafening blast, the supplies in the magic tower's storeroom had plummeted from "quite plentiful" to "few in number." The feeling of having half his possessions evaporate in an instant was truly awful, especially since the explosion had also severely damaged the magic tower, which was far from easy to repair.
"Was this a matter of luck? It had to be a matter of luck, right? The golem made by Archmage Wedraxia back then was even more complicated, yet he completed his plan without a hitch. Why did I... end up with such an unbelievably unlucky explosion? Could this low-probability 'accident' be another trick of that damned 'fate'?"
The expressionless Legendary Mage rose from the shattered ground and surveyed the wreckage around him. Not a speck of dust had touched him, yet he could not help sighing inwardly.
He could not determine whether this accident had been a mere coincidence or whether it had once again been