Indeed, everything had gone as he expected.
Merlin's "disciples" had already spread throughout the world.
It was just that he lacked effective means of restricting these space-time mercenaries. Only a handful knew that he was the one issuing the missions from behind the scenes. Most accepted his missions without knowing who he was. In the process, he used the space-time mercenaries to spy on the accumulated wisdom of the various mysterious organizations, frantically gathering their knowledge and absorbing their wisdom.
That was why he had grown so quickly.
As for items, he had not obtained much.
He had no space-related abilities, so he could not secretly and instantly teleport the items acquired by the space-time mercenaries to his side. Even when he needed something, he had to have the space-time mercenary deliver it personally or use some other method to bring it to him. That made it easy to expose his identity and location. Merlin had always been extremely cautious in this regard and would never make such a low-level mistake.
An Yang, however, was different. He had the Space-Time Mercenary System.
"Just as with the Space-Time Force System, this is a bug-like existence. Merlin has already made it terrifying without being able to bring out all of its functions. Otherwise, the entire Land of Origin would probably have been infiltrated by him already. And if I had not interfered, given another century, Merlin probably could have successfully completed his infiltration of the Land of Origin. By then, even if he could not control these space-time mercenaries, he would have become an absolute overlord."
An Yang sighed and returned to the Meteorite Plain with Merlin. Under the respectful yet fearful gazes of the many mysterious beings, they entered the tower.
They first went to the very top of the tower.