As Logo finished speaking, a leaf appeared out of thin air. It was a paulownia leaf, a spatial storage device given to him by his teacher Maidisenna. The internal space was very large, and what was even more valuable was that it could allow living beings to enter it.
As the spatial vortex appeared, countless metal cards flew out and, upon landing on the ground, transformed into alchemical puppets resembling octopuses, each with at least a dozen arms, amidst a crisp, mechanical clatter.
The Maker Series of alchemical creatures originates from the alchemical technology of the Aslant Civilization. Under the control of Consciousness Seed, these creatures can produce autonomously and with extremely high efficiency.
The later the Maker's iteration, the stronger its overall performance.
Before the Aslant Civilization perished, the most powerful Maker were capable of independently producing [Sea God-Class Energy Engine], making them, in some ways, comparable to alchemy masters.
The Maker that Logo has released so far range from the third generation to the eighth generation. With them, Logo is confident that it can complete the initial development of this demiplane within two months.
Walpole looked down at the endless array of unknown alchemical creatures. "Is this all you're confident about?"
"You can tell just by looking at it!" Logo crossed his arms, appearing very confident.
As pairs of pale green eyes lit up, the Maker began to take action.
Their multi-functional arms are capable of performing almost any job.
Equipped with a matter detector, it can distinguish most material elements and locate natural resources.
Tens of thousands of Maker dispersed in a grand procession, quickly located the mineral deposits hidden in the demiplane, and immediately began mining them.
Once the ore is extracted, it is transformed into various resources.
At this point, the fifth-generation and above Maker separated from the mining army. They used existing resources to create various engineering machines such as the Golden Viper, and then used these machines to speed up the work and mine more resources.
Resources → Engineering Equipment → More Resources → More and More Sophisticated Engineering Equipment
A snowball effect.
While Walpole was dumbfounded, in just half a day, the outline of a huge alchemy factory had already begun to emerge.
"Terrifying manufacturing capabilities!" Walpole muttered to himself.
Logo scoffed, "This is just the beginning, keep watching!"
As resources accumulated, some Rare resources finally reached the required standard, and the eighth-generation Maker simultaneously put aside their current work and began producing Maker.
When one after another brand-new third-generation Maker rolled off the prototype factory, Walpole was utterly speechless.
Logo's terrifying production capabilities as an alchemist instilled in him a genuine sense of awe for the profession for the first time.
If we replace engineering machinery with weaponry, and Maker with combat robots, the scene would be...
"Hehe, don't be surprised. Not every alchemist can create what you see."
Seeing Walpole's stunned expression, Logo casually offered some words of comfort.
"I understand. Besides the technology, the most crucial thing is the blueprints for this alchemical creature, right?" Walpole pointed to an eighth-generation Maker on the ground.
Logo was surprised by Walpole's keen insight. As expected of a high-level spatial spellcaster, Walpole was indeed intelligent enough to see the crux of the problem at a glance.
"You're right. A powerful alchemist needs two things most: first, technical accumulation, which simply means a large number of recipes and blueprints; second, manufacturing ability, which means a high-level Fire of Birth and sufficiently powerful auxiliary abilities. When both of these are met, it becomes a mobile production base. Of course, there's another important prerequisite: you must have the resources to produce them. You can't cook without rice!"
Walpole listened and nodded slightly. "Spellcasters are similar; only with enough spell templates and abundant Elemental Magical Energy can one become a spell turret feared by all."
Logo chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, go find somewhere to study spatial science. I need to create more eighth-generation Maker; there's nowhere else to replenish these guys besides me."
Just as Logo returned to Planet Oklo with the demiplane, somewhere on the Central Continent of Planet Pandora, the Dark Temple stood amidst the Mist. The enormous Black Spider sculpture, appearing and disappearing in the dim environment, looked eerie. Various figures, each concealing their true appearance, moved in and out. Each of them carried a terrifying aura, like butchers, exuding a bloodthirsty scent.
Da da da!!
A crisp footstep sound came, and a short human child, about eight or nine years old, with fair skin and a cute, delicate appearance, walked with a pigeon-toed gait, walking carefree and oblivious to everyone else in the middle of the road.
Everyone along the way made way for him with great caution, and some even hurriedly avoided him, as if they had seen some kind of monstrous flood, completely losing their previous high-class demeanor.
"It's Mask. This guy finished another mission so quickly?"
"Tsk, I wonder who's unlucky this time. The poison that Mask concocted has even taken down Legendary; it's terrifying."
"The poison master, a walking disaster. Hopefully, we won't be his enemy in the future."
The sound transmission fluctuated, and Gustavo, disguised as a little kid using the Illusory Light Mask, pricked up his ears and used his powerful energy control to intercept some fragmented conversations, which was one of his ways to pass the time when he was bored.
Upon entering the main hall, rows of windows were neatly arranged, and the assassins methodically handed over missions, collected rewards, and exchanged resources...
Five months ago, after Gustavo completely absorbed the benefits brought by the Earth Flame Python, he joined the assassin organization [Black Spider] under the command of [Blade of the Nether Moon], codenamed Mask, under the arrangement of Spider Dad Sylvain. He served as a professional assassin, assassinating targets South Sea and occasionally completing simple missions assigned by the Ashes Organization.
According to Spider Dad, he is not yet qualified to carry out the Ashes Organization's high-difficulty missions; he must undergo further training.
In fact, given Gustavo's abilities, there was no need to arrange a special adaptive transition period. However, the Spider Dad, who had once lost his beloved son, was very cautious in training his offspring and unwilling to let them take any risks.
A normal Dragon-Hunting Spider would surely have succumbed to such a gentle training method. The Mitrola Clan is known for its ferocity, brutality, and audacity. Unfortunately, Gustavo is an anomaly among the Dragon-Hunting Spider Clan; caution is ingrained in his very bones. Adventure is simply not in his nature.
Why wouldn't he be happy to grow up peacefully and crush his enemies with his cultivation? Why take unnecessary risks?
Adhering to this belief, Gustavo managed not to be injured once during the entire six-month operation. He would use poison to resolve any problem rather than personally intervene, which unexpectedly led to his reputation as a poison master soaring.
It's worth mentioning that this Black Spider assassin organization is no small fry.
This is the Elven Plane, one of the three major assassination forces in the dark world.
The other two major organizations are the Mechanics and the Death Herald Bird.
The Mechanics, a professional assassin group, are known for their precision. They kill their enemies without them noticing, or stage their deaths as accidental. They are a very meticulous organization that has only recently emerged. They are skilled at assassinating high-ranking officials, politicians, and other important figures who are actually ordinary people.
The Death Herald Bird is the largest assassin organization in the Elven Plane. It is relatively loosely organized with low entry requirements. There is a huge gap between top assassins and novices. They specialize in assassinating Transcendent, and any strong person can register as an assassin and receive bounties.
These two assassin organizations, the Mechanics, almost never recruit outsiders; they are tightly organized and extremely mysterious.
The Death Herald Bird are almost entirely composed of outside assassins; while they are large in scale, their management is relatively chaotic.
Black Spider falls somewhere in between. Its core assassins are all trained in-house, but it also recruits outsiders. However, the assessment criteria are extremely strict, and very few can pass.
The Black Spider's assassins are particularly adept at planning, and their assassin teams are the largest among the three major organizations. At the same time, few people know that this organization belongs to the Ashes.
Gustavo knew this because his father was one of the highest levels of the Ashes.
Of course, Sylvain's rigid nature, he wouldn't tell him the organization's secrets. Gustavo got the information from Spider Mom by begging her.
After learning that the Ghost Spider was actually part of his own business, Gustavo became much more attentive. He not only acted independently to avoid absorbing his teammates' Fortune and causing them to die, but he also completed his missions exceptionally well, maintaining a 100% success rate for the past six months, earning high praise from his clients.
After handing over the mission, Gustavo was about to select the next mission when the crystal communicator on his waist lit up.
It's Index Spider Mom.
"Hey Mom, what's up?" Gustavo said casually.
Index was speechless, wondering how her well-behaved son had become so... carefree and unrestrained after being away for half a year.
However, it wasn't a big deal, so Spider Mom didn't pay much attention to it.
"The Soul Secret Land has opened. I'll send you the location. You'll arrive in three days. Any problems?" Spider Mom said succinctly.
"The Soul Secret Land?" Gustavo's small, delicate hand holding the communicator paused, her pupils brightening slightly. "It's finally open! I've been waiting for so long."
"Heh, I know you were in a hurry. You even postponed your advancement to Legendary for this place. Now you've got what you wanted, haven't you?" Spider Mom said irritably.
Gustavo just chuckled and didn't reply.
"Be careful. If you encounter a situation that is beyond your control, activate the spatial imprint." After giving this last instruction, Spider Mom hung up the communication.
Gustavo shrugged, walked straight out of the hall, and then vanished in a flash.
City of Freedom belongs to the Arcane Ring, one of the four major powers on Planet Pandora. It is a gathering place for dark Mage. The city lord is a Demigod- level dark Mage and also one of the Eighteen Star Pillars of the Ashes Organization, the [Soul Star Pillar]. As the name suggests, he is skilled at manipulating souls.
At this moment, under the command of the Lord of the Free City, several hundred dark Mage specializing in soul studies gathered together. Their life ranks were all below the Tier Ten, because the rules of that Soul Secret Land were somewhat peculiar. Once they reached the Tier Ten, they would undergo a terrible mutation and become a kind of mindless ghost creature.
According to the research of the Lord of the Free City, this is because of the Sanctuary.
The Sanctuary is essentially formed from the power of laws, Soul Secret Land is a region where rules are disordered, and laws are distorted there.
In other words, for powerhouses above the Tier Ten, entering the Soul Secret Land will distort their Sanctuary.
For such beings, the Sanctuary is essentially a manifestation of their life magnetic field, a component of their body and even soul. In this case, a distortion of the Sanctuary inevitably leads to a change in their life form—more precisely, a distortion!
Therefore, even the Sanctuary experts of Freedom City, including the Lord of the Free City of City of Freedom, find it difficult to enter the Soul Secret Land.
Of course, given the power of the Lord of the Free City, he could enter the Soul Secret Land if he were willing to pay a heavy price; however, the effort and reward of such an action would be disproportionate.
In addition, the Lord of the Free City has many enemies, and he would never easily allow himself to be seriously injured.
Thus, the current situation has arisen.
That's why, even though he could have broken through to the Legendary rank long ago, Gustavo kept it down for over a month.
The black Mage gathered together, all of them at the Tier Eight or Tier Nine rank. For a power of the size of the City of Freedom, this was nothing special. What was truly remarkable was that these were all black Mage had mastered the science of souls. Soul science was a discipline on par with spatial science. Although it was less difficult in the early stages than spatial science, those who could achieve mastery were still far fewer than those in other disciplines.
Moreover, soul attacks are difficult to defend against. If all the soul Mage present were to attack at the same time, even Epic- level being could be instantly killed.
"What is the city lord waiting for? Why haven't you set off yet?"
In the square, the dark Mage were discussing amongst themselves.
The Lord of the Free City, clad in a black robe and wielding a scythe-shaped staff, stood silently. Countless souls surrounded him, so numerous that even ordinary people without spiritual vision could see them. One can only imagine the number of lives lost at the Lord of the Free City's hands.
This is a true catastrophe, a slaughterer of life!!
After waiting for about half an hour, a silver comet appeared on the horizon, its cross-shaped rays flashing a few times before Gustavo's figure came into view.
"Haha, sorry everyone, something came up on the way, I'm late!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
A barrage of malicious gazes fell upon them; clearly, no one had any goodwill towards this guy who had made them wait in vain.
Seeing this, Gustavo raised an eyebrow, secretly calculating how much poison he would need to kill all these dark Mage.
Just as he was pondering, the Lord of the Free City spoke calmly as if nothing had happened, "Now that you're here, let's prepare to depart. The spatial teleportation array is a bit bumpy, so be prepared in advance."
Knowing Gustavo's identity, the Lord of the Free City wouldn't get into a conflict with this Dragon-Hunting Spider cub over such trivial matters, because it wasn't worth it. If he were to let some petty things affect his relationship with Sylvain, then he would be making a huge mistake.