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"Seven-Ring Holy Tower's Shadow of Despair Green, not bad, not bad..."

The turbulent void currents swept through with savage force. The Wailing Stone World lay too far from the Wizard World, at the edge of this world cluster. The surrounding worlds had already become exceedingly sparse, placing it within the boundless void between world clusters. Neither the turbulent void currents nor the occasional passage of the most powerful void creatures were things a World Lord could resist.

To find such a tiny Wailing Stone World within this vast void shadow world had truly involved no small measure of luck.

Standing in the palm of a metal giant walking through the void, Green looked up at this Eternal Mechanical True Spirit Wizard. Yet all he could see was the cold exterior of an unimaginably massive metal body. Every movement produced the grinding friction of tens of millions of metal components, like a living Space Fortress striding through the void.

"But you should advance to Stigmata sooner. The Wizard World's third civilization war is about to begin. In the future, the Wizard World will depend on new-generation wizards like you to hold it up. Green, what reward do you want?"

"I..."

As Green hesitated, Little Eight suddenly cried out.

"Damn it, Baye's been standing in front of you for so long, and you still didn't recognize me!? You tell me, is that stinking bat the only thing in your eyes? And where's that prized disciple of yours, Plington Hughes?"

Huh!?

A will ripple enveloped Little Eight and drew him away. Green stood atop the Eternal Mechanical True Spirit Wizard's palm, protected by a ripple of will, waiting with faint anxiety amid the terrifyingly violent void currents.

Half a sandglass later.

There was a flash on Green's shoulder, and Little