Spendthrift Art

At the top of the Black Tower, Anse looked down over the island below, silently watching Brat and the others settle the refugees.

Half of them had been assigned to Rudin's Paradise Village, while the other half had been taken to the seaside docks to prepare for the construction of a fishing village.

However, the sparse fish fry in the sea had yet to mature, so the villagers' initial tasks would still focus on reclaiming farmland and planting crops.

I'll need to purchase another batch of grain and meat, Anse thought to himself.

Horley's development could be left entirely to Brat and the others, but until they became self-sufficient, they would still need supplies from the outside world.

With a wave of his hand, the black stone walls reverted to black.

After pondering for a long time, he decided to convert that wisp of divinity into experience.

The Dice could not conceal it. The moment he stepped outside, he might be marked as a Chosen of the Evil God. If that drew the churches into a siege, it would be extremely troublesome.

The Chosen of the Evil God were powerful—far beyond ordinary Professionals.

Moreover, after forming an alliance with Brynhild, he could use her as a detector and quietly observe from the perspective of an outsider, determine who had a problem, then wait for an opportunity to act.

If someone truly intended to scheme against me, consuming the divinity would be safer too.

He teleported to the Astrolabe Track Formation, sank his consciousness into his mind, and lightly touched that wisp of divinity.

[This process is irreversible. Do you wish to dismantle this divinity?]

"Yes!"

The Dice suddenly spun, turning translucent as it drew that wisp of divinity into its center and condensed it into a small golden