"This is your finished product?"
Richard stared at the layer of multicolored slime remaining in the huge cauldron before him, his face full of shock.
Though he had believed Beelzebub could produce a finished product, this finished product had truly exceeded his expectations.
"So you only used Mysterious Power, concentrated Abyss Power, and those... materials I can't quite name to blend together and make this potion?"
Beelzebub stood beside Richard, and a hint of seriousness suddenly appeared on his fat, sleazy face.
"Sovereign, those materials you can't name are all extremely rare Dimensional Treasures. Many of them have already vanished from existence.
"I used up my entire fortune, along with every connection I had in the Endless Dimensions, just to gather them all."
"Good, good." Richard nodded slightly, then glanced at Beelzebub. "How many can you make?"
"That depends on time. If we start the war within ten years, I can at most prepare a potion for one Sovereign. But if we extend it to a hundred years, then perhaps we can ensure that every civilization has a leader."
"We don't have that much time." Richard said heavily. "We need to mobilize every civilization to search for materials."
"Sovereign, this thing..."
"It won't leak." Richard cut him off. "Though I have always advocated technical exchange, you alone have been conducting research on this, so there is no need to share anything except the finished product.
"The contract will ensure the formula's security."
"Sovereign, that isn't what I meant." Beelzebub shook his head slightly. "The formula can be handed out openly. With only the materials, they could experiment for the rest of their lives and never figure out the process.
"What I mean is that this potion has a side effect.
"Do you remember the concentrated Abyss Power among the ingredients?