"Yikes, how could a Fourth-Level True Body be this huge?!"
At the World Development Council Headquarters, the many wizards stared wide-eyed, disbelief written across their faces. Some even felt their scalps crawling.
The wizards felt as if their entire understanding of the world had shattered. In the endless Void, they had conquered and encountered countless worlds. They could even use various Formations to contact lifeforms in Unknown Worlds from afar and trade with them.
And yet, in all the records of the Wizarding World, there had never been a Fourth-Level Lifeform with a body this enormous.
"Size is secondary. Did you not see that halo behind him? The Rules are already beginning to evolve automatically toward lower levels. The Rule Models Green has mastered have formed a self-sustaining cycle. For this to happen, the only explanation is that the number of Rule Models he has mastered far exceeds anything we imagined!"
An old Wizard pinched the beard on his chin in disbelief, speaking with a slightly deranged expression.
"Hmph! What does the number of Rule Models matter? The most terrifying thing about forming a self-sustaining cycle is that it means every one of his Rules has made a certain amount of progress."
Motros of the Mechanical Heart, who had once invited Green to join them, snorted and spoke with a hint of sorrow.
Motros now wanted nothing more than to slap himself hard across the face. Why had he been so decisive back then, giving up on inviting Green? He should have shamelessly stuck to him and dragged him into his faction by force if necessary.
At the thought, Motros turned a dangerous gaze on the wizard beside him.
It was Thorne.
Thorne's mouth hung open, and the shock in his eyes was no less than that of the other