"Since you insist, I have nothing more to say. Ascension had always been a gamble.
"But you must understand—not no Wizards had died during the ritual."
As the Shaping Crown spoke, a trace of sorrow flickered through his eyes.
In the past, he had also had a student like this. Just as gifted as Richard, just as full of wild and brilliant ideas. If he had succeeded, he would have attained Truth at least half an epoch before the Physique Crown.
But sadly, wrong was wrong.
Ascending to Truth was this cruel. If the answer was wrong, there was only death.
Richard noticed that flash of sorrow. He knew the Shaping Crown had thought of his student.
He had once heard the Physique Crown mention that Wizard.
That Wizard had been a legend even among Great Wizards. According to the Alchemy School's records, before becoming the Shaping Crown's student, he had flourished in the Alchemy School like a fish in water.
He had invented the Magic Potion machine. In his early years, Great Wizard Tesla had merely been one of his assistants.
The Magic Armor he crafted had been exquisitely intricate, and his knowledge had been incredibly broad. He had dabbled in nearly every kind of Magic Armor.
But later, for reasons unknown, he abandoned the Alchemy School and joined the Shaping School. Then the Shaping Crown discovered his potential and accepted him as a student.
Even when the Physique Crown mentioned that Wizard, his tone had been filled with regret.
"Let's settle it for now. Go find the Soul Crown first. When you need to create an isolated environment, I'll cover for Alchemy."
The Shaping Crown's interest had been swept away by the sorrow of his memories. For Wizards whose spirits had evolved, memories were the anchors of their