"Forget it. There's no need to join in the fun.
With things as they are, lying low is more worthwhile than anything else!"
Roy soon cast aside his distracting thoughts.
He could completely understand why Amifkent was willing to take the risk.
If he were in the same position, with a lifespan of over three thousand years reduced to only two or three hundred, he would have to make one last gamble too.
An old wizard nearing the end of his life—it was understandable.
But he had no need to accompany him.
His own life was extremely precious, and becoming an Archmage would be as easy as flipping his hand.
He might as well hide and continue his research.
It was only to solve the problem of his bloodline instincts that he had come here. Otherwise, whether he stayed at Academia Academy or in Fertile Garden, he could still grow and improve.
Thus, over the next few days, Roy kept a close eye on the activity in the distance while continuing his research.
Perhaps he had still been influenced by some of his reproductive instincts. Roy invested quite a lot of emotion in this project and spared no expense.
He used many precious materials accumulated during his time in Fertile Garden to forge it a top-tier physical body. Though it had yet to be born, its constitution already exceeded 25 degrees, placing it at the middle standard of the Level 1 Stage.
At the same time, the energy contained within the dragon soul was about the same.
This left even him both expectant and nervous, afraid that something might go wrong and result in a Deformed Mutation.
But if it could be born successfully, there was no doubt that it would be the strongest creature he had created so far—and