With Mine 13 getting on track and the trial production of the three types of crystal weapons proceeding smoothly, Allen's taut nerves finally eased a bit.
Lately, he had been like a tightly wound gear, engrossed in array deductions and weapons development, to the point where even his time for Meditation was severely compressed.
The continuous, high-intensity deductions and experiments had left his Spiritual Power at a low point, bringing his cultivation progress to a complete standstill.
No matter how strong the weapons, a Wizard's own level was the foundation of everything.
Without sufficient Spiritual Power and Magic Power to support him, he wouldn't be able to build a High-Level Golem even if he were given the blueprints.
"Truth needs cannons for its defense, but the one firing them can't afford to fall behind either."
Allen sat in the command chair of the workshop's central control room, rubbing the bridge of his throbbing nose as he called up his personal status screen.
