At War with All Life

Glaite nodded. He knew that Dole had spent some time battling wits and courage against the Nightmare Patriarch's subordinates or avatars, and the outcome had been fairly good.

He composed himself and said, "Eugene, then we'll meet again at Level Six."

Eugene looked at Glaite, his heart growing slightly heavy. Glaite was going to the battlefield—what about himself?

At their age, the road ahead had already been set in stone. All that remained was making money and improving their abilities to the utmost. Everything else was idle nonsense. Wizards, when all was said and done, spoke through strength and capability.

Dole had strength and ability, enough to carve out such a domain for himself. What about them?

This was only a brief interlude. Before long, peace returned to Dole's Babel Tower.

Within Albis Mountain, Bal lay curled up in a Magic Crystal Mine vein, too lazy even to move. The power in his body had grown dense to the extreme, yet he remained unable to break through. He knew that this world had no hellish laws. Breaking through here would be harder than scaling the heavens.

But if he went back to break through, although he had a coordinate object that could locate the hell world, returning now would only mean being suppressed by other Magic Beasts.

The energy level of their world was extremely high, and true gods existed there.

After thinking it over, he decided not to bother. He would stay here comfortably for now, then go to a higher-level world someday, or to an ordinary hell world. At present, it seemed he would at least have to wait until Dole reached Level Seven before leaving.

With that thought, he raised his head and glanced at the glittering magic crystals around him.

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