"Sebastian, for the next three thousand years or so, you'll be responsible for maintaining and inspecting the magic tower. Also, don't forget to organize the newly added caster data from the Hatak Imperial Nation."
After briefly assigning a few tasks to his construct butler through a temporarily opened portal, Punk, standing in the laboratory, had completed the final preparations for his upcoming advancement.
Faced with the Legendary Mage's instructions, the old butler, who had worked diligently for a hundred thousand years, naturally expressed his obedience with utmost sincerity:
"By your command, great Mr. Whisper of Destruction. When you awaken, this tower of magic will still be as spotless as ever, and I will have delicious Morris Emerald Fruit Tea ready to welcome your rebirth"...
"Alright, that's enough."
Nodding in acknowledgment, Punk watched the construct butler connect to the magic tower's data center and begin receiving information. Only then did he close the final portal with peace of mind.
At this point, the laboratory within the magic tower was completely sealed. For no more than seven thousand years and no less than three thousand years, this cramped, hidden room would serve as the site where a Morningstar Professional advanced.
"It's time. All preparations are complete, the magic tower's defensive systems are fully activated, and 5.62 doses of Legendary Level Soul Stabilizer have been prepared. Next... it is time to embark on a new journey."
Pulling down the brim of his hood, the caster standing in the darkness remained expressionless.
In fact, it was not merely his expression. Punk's heart remained calm and detached at this moment.
Confidence came from strength, and strength came from accumulation. With sufficient accumulation, Punk naturally possessed ample strength, and that formidable strength was enough to serve as the source and foundation of his confidence.
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