Fireworks! Giant Fireworks!

"You mean, the Self-Destruct Core!?"

Stuart's eyes widened in shock.

The thought had never once crossed his mind—the kind he did not even dare to contemplate.

Although magic cores at the level of Inferior Philosopher's Stones were no longer scarce to the Menethil Family, they were still treasures coveted by everyone in the entire Magical World.

After all, even with the words "Inferior" in its name, a Philosopher's Stone was still a Philosopher's Stone. It could still be used to make the Elixir of Life.

(Because the Ice Core inherently carried an ice attribute, the Magic Power it converted could not be used to make the Elixir of Life.)

Though it could only produce a few bottles, how much was a bottle of Elixir of Life worth?

Stuart believed that no one in the entire Magical World could put an exact price on it.

It was simply priceless—and unavailable!

And now, someone was telling him they were going to use five Inferior Philosopher's Stones as firecrackers?

If the person saying this had not been his Young Master, he would have sprayed him to death with a mouthful of soda.

Even squandering money had to have limits, didn't it!?

"Young Master! Please think this over!"

If Bell had not been sitting in a wheelchair, Stuart would have thrown himself forward, clung to Bell's leg, and remonstrated with him to the death.

Using Philosopher's Stones to self-destruct and blow up N'Zoth—how was that any different from using a golden pickaxe to mine iron ore?

After all that effort, the few lousy rocks you dug up would not even be worth as much as the broken tip of the pickaxe. What was the point!?

"Besides, Young Master, our earlier probing showed that we have no way to send the Backup Core into the