Wizard World, former Central Black Tower of the Black Tower Wizard Academy, now the temporary headquarters of the Miracle School, Ninety-Ninth Floor.
"What was the situation on the front lines now?" Richard asked calmly.
Inside the room, Richard sat before a bookshelf at the inner side of the laboratory, with a desk in front of him. Across the desk sat Old Abel, who had already advanced to Great Wizard and joined the Miracle School. He held an Information Magic Armor shaped like a spellbook.
Faced with Richard's question, Old Abel flipped through its pages before swiftly reporting, "Everything is going well on the front lines. However, as we advance, the resistance of the Star River Mayflies is growing stronger.
According to the judgment of the Great Wizards from the Alchemy School, the Star River Mayflies' technology is advancing by leaps and bounds.
Although they still cannot compare with us for now, if they continue developing at this rate, I fear it will be difficult for us to maintain our technological lead.
And according to Wizards who infiltrated the Star River Mayflies, they have recently begun large-scale archaeological expeditions. Presumably, these technological advances came from the ruins of a previous civilization."
"Large-scale archaeology?"
A trace of astonishment appeared on Richard's face, followed by a slight furrow of his brow.
Though technological development through archaeology sounded utterly absurd, if the Civilization Devourer was fanning the flames behind the scenes, this seemingly absurd matter could in fact yield tremendous gains.
The Civilization Devourer would not even need to do much. It only needed to stir a few threads of fate and let the Star River Mayflies taste some success through archaeology.
The Star River Mayflies would begin acting on their own, causing the threads of fate to shift.
"Alas, these mayflies really never