Fifteen years later.
"This can already be considered the edge of the Parasitic Spore World. Keep going, and we'll reach this world's endless ocean—a place listed among the most barren and desolate regions. There's truly nothing worth conquering there. I didn't expect to run into you here."
The Hourglass of Time Stigmata Wizard led a slave monster army. Its numbers were not great, only around a hundred thousand or so, but it possessed tremendous mobility, consisting mostly of monstrous birds and flying creatures. Beneath his black-and-white striped wizard robe, a rustling sound never ceased, as though it would become eternal.
Looking at Green, who was surrounded and guarded by countless Screeching Cockroaches, the Hourglass of Time Stigmata Wizard spoke calmly. He only felt that this Stigmata Wizard possessed boundless potential, a rare genius in the Wizard World.
Of course, it was not some coincidence. Green had come specifically to seek out the Hourglass of Time Stigmata Wizard.
"Caw caw caw, my young master possesses some objects of time. They offer a small auxiliary effect for lower-level wizards advancing in rank. But objects of time are so precious that using them up on lower-level wizards would be far too wasteful. It would be better to sell them to you."
A trace of interest appeared on the Hourglass of Time Stigmata Wizard's calm face.
"Objects of time? What are those?"
Green extended his left hand, and within the spatial prison of the Truth Book, several insignificant grains of Sands of Time appeared.
"Sands of Time?"
The Hourglass of Time Stigmata Wizard recognized these as samples Green had mined from the Sands of Time vein in the Boiling Sea of this world, though the quantity was utterly negligible.
Yet immediately afterward, to Green's disappointment, the Hourglass of Time Stigmata Wizard slowly shook his