The types of resources needed for a mental limit break were not numerous, but their rarity eclipsed that of anything else in the entire World Cluster.
To gather the resources Richard needed, Old Abel had almost mobilized the full strength of Wizard Civilization. Yet even so, nearly half the materials still had not been collected.
With no other choice, he could only seek help from other civilizations.
Fortunately, the one advancing this time was Richard.
Once Richard's name was invoked, the other civilizations all expressed their cooperation.
All manner of treasures did not even travel through cross-world routes, instead entering the Wizard Great World directly through dimensional transport.
Within the Wizard Great World, millions of wizards reconstructed a plain spanning three million square kilometers.
The soft soil was hardened. Mithril wires traced one complex composite pattern after another across the earth. Nor were those wires limited to the surface; they plunged deep into the soil, constructing a three-dimensional Magic Array in the depths of the land.
The mithril consumed by this Magic Array was almost comparable to that used in a war against a medium-sized world.
Fortunately, the Four Elements Creation Machine was already operating at full capacity. All kinds of scarce resources were no longer precious to the wizards, or even to the entire Wizard Alliance.
Besides, these mithril wires would be dismantled after Richard's advancement, so it could not really be called a waste.
Richard stood in the sky, quietly watching the countless wizards below bustle about like worker ants.
At a single word from one of his subordinates, these people had come to this plain in droves, carrying out work whose purpose even they themselves did not know.
"...So this is power."
Richard let out a faint sigh. He was now the most powerful man in the