A day later.
Benjamin stood before the newly completed altar and raised a hand to wipe away sweat that did not exist from his forehead.
Though it was called an altar, it was actually more like a massive metal ring array.
Tens of thousands of rune nodes were densely embedded in the ground, and a fist-sized crystal core floated at the center—the external port of the Fate System.
"Finished."
The group of sixth-level logistics wizards behind him all breathed sighs of relief.
They had barely slept over the past day and night, maintaining intense coordination with Benjamin's pace throughout. Fortunately, they had finally completed it.
"Lord Benjamin, can this altar really allow everyone to share computing power?" the leading female wizard could not help asking.
Benjamin nodded. "Not only that, but the computing power of wizards within its range can also be amplified. How much you can draw upon depends on the limit of your own mental endurance."
He paused, then added, "But don't expect this to make you invincible. It's only support. In a real battle, you'll still have to rely on yourselves." Several wizards nodded.
In the distance, other wizards had already begun testing it.
Beams of light rose from within the red zone and passed through the rift into the Information Plane.
This time, with the altar array's protection, even if they were invaded, they could sever the connection immediately. Security had improved considerably.
But Benjamin did not move.
He simply stood there, staring at the rift in the sky with a deep, unfathomable gaze.
"My lord, aren't we sending anyone else in?" the Black Giant Priest beside him asked in a low voice.
"We're not."
Benjamin shook his head. "Using you to probe it, the intelligence we obtain will ultimately be incomplete."
He took a deep