Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 638 - 43: Post-War Trivialities

With the Seven Immortal Villages’ envoy surrendered to the Goblin Army, the resistance forces in the Immortal Country have completely collapsed. Moreover, with the emergence of the White Wolf God, the Werewolves have little resistance against the conquest.

After all, the reinforcements were invited by their own leader, and since their leader said nothing, the underlings had nothing to say.

Furthermore, since Richard’s arrival, the standard of living for ordinary Werewolves has greatly improved. Although the Goblins’ industrial system has yet to fully spread across the Immortal Country, Richard relies on the Holy Tree Elf to ensure Werewolves are well-fed and clothed.

The plant catalysis talent of the Holy Tree Elf is akin to Alchemy Potions for agricultural production. Under the Elf’s catalysis, the Werewolves’ staple food — a tuberous crop similar to potatoes — can mature every three days. The hemp used for weaving cloth can grow from seed to material in a day.

The Werewolves are not foolish; even though their leader has changed, and those green-skinned freaks frequently appear, their current life is heaven compared to before when hunger rendered them unable to stand, owning one decent outfit per family, and frequently being tormented by the lords and young masters.

With the loss of support from the vast majority of the Werewolf commoners, the remaining Werewolf resistance forces naturally lost the capital for guerrilla warfare and were swiftly eradicated by the Goblin Army.

In the sixth month of battle, the last Werewolf resistance force was eradicated, marking the formal end of the conquest war in the Immortal Country.

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"Is this your newly created offspring?"

Richard scratched his head in confusion as he looked at the Black Crystal Insect before him, which bore little difference from the Warrior Worm.

"It seems not much has changed."

"...Because this child only has internal structural changes, my lord."

"Oh, right."

Richard chuckled awkwardly, realizing he had been so engrossed in Artifact Refining Technique that he forgot about Inhardt’s interest in Werewolves’ unique energy.

"So can it now use Werewolves’ ’Qi’?"

"Yes, my lord," Inhardt spoke with a hint of pride, "this child can not only use Qi but also has a talent to convert starlight into Qi. As long as there is starlight, even if its head is chopped off, it can grow another one."

"Hmm?" Richard was startled and asked in great surprise, "A new talent? Since when did you become so knowledgeable about Life Core?"

Richard knew Inhardt’s capabilities well. Although Inhardt naturally possessed the ability to integrate other creatures’ bloodlines, Richard had tested this ability before. The result was that it was purely a luck-based ability. The biological traits of the integrated creatures were completely unpredictable, and the majority would die upon birth.

Inhardt smiled humbly: "These are all thanks to Lady Lan. After analyzing my bloodline, she taught me how to develop my own bloodline abilities. She also provided considerable guidance on life alteration. Without Lady Lan, I wouldn’t have been able to create this child even if I grew old."

"Lan taught you? I didn’t expect she had such skill."

Richard was even more astonished because in reading the records he had never seen Lan teach him anything. Given Inhardt’s skill level, being able to be taught to create talents suggests Lan’s teaching ability is definitely high, even worthy of being called a saint in teaching.

"It seems I need to have a chat with her."

Releasing his spiritual power, Richard closely examined the new version of the Black Crystal Insect inside and out. After modification, the physical strength of this Black Crystal Insect had increased significantly, and its muscle structure was highly optimized.

There’s no doubt this was also a suggestion from Lan.

After examining it overall, Richard nodded slightly: "Not bad, this little thing is designed very well. However, this talent is better suited to stronger combat insects, like Mother Worm Guards. For common insects, this talent is not very useful."

The greatest advantage of Black Crystal Insects is their large numbers, fearlessness, and quick battle readiness, making them suitable as line troops in a meat grinder. But if forming them into an army to charge like Goblins, they don’t possess special advantages.

Elite troops are needed for offense; on civilization-level battlefields, cannon fodder cannot break through.

"I think the same, and besides that, I plan to cultivate a batch of insects capable of Flesh modification as my assistants, is that alright with you?"

"Assistants?"

Richard displayed a peculiar expression, as if he recalled that Inhardt seemed to be his assistant, though he only had her perform miscellaneous tasks.

"Fine, I approve. Once you cultivate them, I’ll assign you several tasks as your first batch of research topics."

"Yes, my lord."

After leaving the laboratory, Richard immediately headed to the Secret Realm to find Lan.

"Lan, you’re quite sly."

Looking at the somewhat indignant Richard, Lan searched through her database and immediately grasped Richard’s intention.

"You want to ask about that insect?"

"What else? I didn’t see you teach me when I read the records."

Lan looked at Richard. Although Richard’s tone sounded angry, based on micro-expressions, pauses in speech, intonation, and those unconscious small movements, Lan saw that Richard was not angry.

So, Lan spoke truthfully, "You are different from it. It is a beginner, knowing nothing, so direct teaching will be smooth. But you already had your own set of ideas before finding me, my suggestions will only interfere with your thoughts.

Of course, if you need them, I can give you some suggestions as well."

"For example?"

"For example, you should let go of those attack forms, like some sort of special organ for attacking, or enhancing your own strength and such. When you’re doing life editing, you should prioritize defense and self-healing capabilities to the extreme."

"Hm?"

Richard was puzzled by Lan’s suggestion. Not growing attack organs was understandable, but why should increasing strength, which was both offense and defense, be put off?

"Because you possess witchcraft, you can resolve attacks with it. Close combat is high-risk and low-reward; if ranged witchcraft can handle it, close combat should be avoided as much as possible."

"But increasing strength is both offense and defense?"

"See, this is why I don’t usually give you suggestions. In my opinion, it’s better to pursue the extreme rather than balance. Half-way measures seem capable of everything but are actually cumbersome at everything."

Richard nodded thoughtfully. Although Lan was somewhat biased, it was quite fitting for his situation. He himself possessed the Radiation Rule, so he lacked nothing in terms of attack. Rather than taking a balanced path for some special circumstances, he might as well go extreme and invest all limited resources in one direction.

To survive in battle, it’s all about two things: strong attack and resilient body. At this moment, he already met the former, and he was capable of satisfying the latter as well.

"Your suggestion is good, I’ll adopt it."

"It’s my honor to help you. If you want more in-depth suggestions, I recommend letting me analyze your Bloodline."

"Take it."

Richard let a droplet of blood seep out from his fingertip, placing it into the Space Bubble Lan had prepared. Then, he quickly left the Divine Palace Laboratory to begin adjusting his battle body direction.

Human beings, historically in evolution, seem to have always been at the bottom or middle of the food chain, so within the Life Core, Richard easily found a bunch of suitable segments.

However, although there were many segments, awakening them all simultaneously was evidently impossible. Because some segments were opposing one another, and some were downright different paths for the same organ.

If they were all expressed, Richard could just wait for his body to disintegrate.

Nevertheless, having a choice is better than finding nothing.

The third year after the war ended, the Teleportation Gate to the Immortal Country was established. The Goblin Army vast and mighty entered the Immortal Country, cleansing the remaining werewolves within.

Regarding these family werewolves who had "become immortal," Richard didn’t show them any warmth—White Wolf God was already not lacking Priests.

They only had two choices: surrender or death.

The werewolves who surrendered would be sent to the Dao Technique Research Institute, serving as experimental subjects for studying the degree of Dao Technique distortion. Those who died would have their souls collected, preparing for the cultivation of great angry spirits.

After the Immortal Country war ended, the Immortal Country world officially ushered in full development. Factories sprang up rapidly, and the living standards of werewolves began to soar. Simultaneously, the guidance of social ethos, the shaping of history, and the reckoning of family elements and other ideological transformations were underway.

Richard wasn’t some peerless Saint; he came to this world to expand his territory. As for the internal affairs, Richard’s biggest demand was stability.

The tenth year after the war ended, the Teleportation Gate to the goblin world opened.

The goblins on a campaign to the Otherworld finally returned to their homeland, and trade between the two worlds began.

After goblin warriors returned to their homeland, the number of Richard’s fanatics surged again. The stories of this expedition were vigorously promoted by the Miracle Sect’s propaganda department, and people believed even more that they were indeed fighting for a righteous and noble goal.

However, the increase in fanatics was not necessarily a great thing for Richard.

Feeling more and more of the Power of Gods’ Dimension within him, Richard felt his scalp tingling. If it continued like this, once he returned to the Wizard World, he feared he’d be treated as a traitor or spy by the Wizard Civilization.

Looking at the crow sleeping sprawled out in front of him, Richard felt a headache coming on: "Ulysses, wake up quickly. If you don’t wake up, I’ll truly become a god among men."

"Caw? What’s happening?"

"...Hm?"

Seeing Ulysses open his eyes, with a bewildered gaze, Richard couldn’t help but rub his eyes in disbelief.

"Damn! How are you awake? World Mushroom, didn’t you say he’d take a hundred or two hundred years to wake up? But fully counted, it’s only been sixty years!"

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