I Can Love the Tower Master Too

He broke through to become a six-ring wizard, a pseudo-seventh-rank Abyss Grand Lord.

Charles had originally been brimming with ambition.

But he quickly corrected that way of thinking.

He could not help it—before learning the truth of this world, Charles had been able to be arrogant.

Back when he was fifth rank, he had already been an Abyss Grand Lord, as well as a five-ring wizard.

He even had twenty or thirty fourth-rank Greater Demons under his command.

At that time, he had felt that Isata, this wizard academy, was nothing much.

But after speaking with Pushton, he truly realized that he had been nothing more than a frog at the bottom of a well.

Now that he had become a six-ring wizard and a pseudo-seventh-rank Abyss Grand Lord, he had merely reached the threshold of true powerhouses.

Only seventh-rank beings could truly be considered among the ranks of the strong.

Charles thought of the portion of origin Pushton had given him.

The power contained in that origin was not even much to him.

Pushton's own reserves of origin power were probably at least ten, a hundred, perhaps even a thousand times greater than that wisp.

And just such a wisp of origin had allowed Charles to break through from the fifth ring to the sixth ring.

Of course, Charles's own talent had played a part in that.

But in the entire Wizard World, which wizard sage lacked talent?

What they lacked was merely resources.

Charles thought, "A portion of origin power casually handed out by Pushton can create a six-ring wizard like me."

"If it were origin power given by a seven-ring wizard, would that mean that, so long as they wished, they could casually create large numbers of six-ring wizards, or sixth-rank powerhouses?"

The more he thought about