Whooooosh——!

A uniquely shaped large deep blue warship with three masts slanting backward like fish fins, comparable in size to a navy Level 1 battleship.

Easily suppressing the chaotic sea breeze and ocean currents of the "Broken Star Sea," it steadily advanced toward the easternmost Celebes Island of the "Broken Star Islands."

Among the crew members, Milan was alone in the captain's cabin, eagerly taking on the role of the "Legendary Battleship" captain.

Aiven, in a simple white shirt, and Serra, displaying charming allure in a red gauze dress, were enjoying afternoon tea leisurely at a small table set up by the railing on the forecastle.

"Lady Serra, I've always been curious. Do you know how many 'Crowned Wizards' are there on the entire Celebes Island, and how many [Truth Embodiments]?"

Serra took a sip of the tea brewed by Aiven himself, organizing her thoughts:

"Hmm, Celebes, together with its seven subsidiary islands, has a total population of over two million. There are 20,000 extraordinary beings of Tier 2 and above, nearly half of whom are wizards with stricter job conditions.

Above this, there are at least a dozen 'Crowned Wizards' with names known in various major factions, whose lifespans are counted in millennia, and those on certain paths live even longer.

Though maybe fewer than the knights on the Source Continent who have nurtured 'Titled Sacred Artifacts,' it's hard to say if the Source Continent belongs to [Knights] without the interference of the Church and angels."

Pausing briefly, she continued:

"As for the [Truth Embodiments], they far exceed our imagination. They are living embodiments of the 'Wizard School' itself, and even if they stood before us, we might not recognize them.

Moreover, the footprint of [Truth Embodiments] is not limited to this small Celebes Island, but spreads across the entire material world and even other realms. Generally, the True God Church does not meddle in their affairs.

But I know at least this much — although [Truth Embodiments] are certainly fewer than [Demigods] in the material world, they are very likely to outnumber 'Crowned Wizards'."

"More than the ordinary Tier 4 'Crowned Wizards'?"

Aiven was initially puzzled; this claim was akin to saying there are more 'Titled Sacred Artifacts' than ordinary Titled Knights.

Then he smacked his head, suddenly realizing.

Who says the number of each sequence level in the Extraordinary World must strictly follow a pyramid scheme?

This much he was unaware of.

But [Truth Embodiments], unhindered by lifespan, without the shackles of faith, could carry with them their [Witchcraft Garden] (Wizard Secret Realm) as sturdy as a [Sanctuary].

They are all the savviest among the savviest, unafraid even when contesting angels directly.

Handling batches of disciples and grandchildren is mere child's play for them.

Moreover, for [Truth Embodiments], a large school of thought is no longer necessary, and they can truly go wherever they please.

Just like that ancestor of the 'Solomon School,' who reportedly went off visiting lower realms many years ago.

"Today, we're meeting the chief of the 'Alchemy School,' a 'Crowned Wizard' who has lived since before the Dark Millennium Era..."

While chatting idly with Serra, Aiven fiddled with the deeply furrowed, woodenized large "walnut kernel," which in over three months, had gained a layer of glossy patina.

If one didn't say where it came from, it would make a good accessory.

After observing the control core of the "Purifier" using [Magic-like Technique: Eye of Magical Insight].

Aiven found this core, made using biological technology and extraordinary abilities, was identical to the embodiment of those ancient gods, filled with chaotic, disorderly, and evil forces and information.

Even with the full activation of the demonic eye, he eventually only deciphered one coordinate in the material world: "Aerial Garden (N21°, W158°)."

Cross-referencing it with the [Ancient Scroll], it unsurprisingly pinpointed a spot within one of the four giant archipelagos of the "Broken Star Sea."

The initial speculation from the Third Era's "Muriyan Civilization" was confirmed beyond doubt.

He just hadn't yet decided whether to investigate, as the exploration of external space, though important, was not urgent.

Although the material world currently surged with dark undercurrents, it hadn't yet reached the point where a retreat needed to be prepared.

Using "Tulip Futures," to let the newly born "Lowland Republic" experience the cold cruelty of a capital world and the sniping of predators seemed more intriguing.

Also, just thinking about the bet with his lovely wife made him a little excited, eh heh heh...

"We are less than fifty kilometers from our destination; ahead is the demarcation sea between the Southeast Peninsula and Northeast Peninsula."

Unaware of Aiven's vulgar thoughts, Serra reminded him.

The shape of Celebes Island resembles the uppercase letter K, consisting of four peninsulas extending to the north, northeast, southeast, and south, with a rugged mountainous area with ravines in the island's center, with the highest peak nearly 4000 meters.

Thus, intercommunication between the four peninsulas, occupied by different major forces, is not frequent, and sea routes are much more convenient than land routes.

With the advantage of being the first mover.

The Witches' "Truth Gate" School, along with the "Alchemy School" and a dozen smaller schools forming the "Holy Stone Council," occupy the largest area on the eastern Celebes Peninsula.

"Hey, what's going on over there?"

Returning to his senses, Aiven suddenly noticed that there was a swarm of white, ant-like activity on the northeastern peninsula.

Swish——!

Blinking his eyes, he had already activated the [Magic-like Technique: Eye of Magical Insight].

In his pupils, a stream of green data rapidly scrolled by, resembling 01 codes but distinctly different.

The [Remote Vision] ability was also integrated into the [Eye of Magical Insight], allowing him to see things thousands of kilometers away without a [Mind Network], at a level far beyond ordinary people.

Compared to the technology of the [Mind Network], this was an evolution of individual prowess, with a field of vision much more powerful than before.

Generally speaking, normal humans have a hearing range of 50-20000Hz, while dolphins' is 150-150000Hz;

The olfactory system only has 400 types of scent receptors, while most mammals have 1000 types;

The visual range is concentrated within the visible light wavelength of about 400-800 nanometers, with cone cells only perceiving red, green, and blue, whereas the tiny mantis shrimp has 16 types...

Aiven now seemed to encompass the senses of all creatures traversed by the "Life Tree," and added a qualitative enhancement, so even the slightest magic element fluctuations couldn't escape his eyes.

In his eyes, the world was vibrant and dazzling to the extreme!

The applications of the [Eye of Magical Insight] were extensive.

Even in the chaotic currents, winds, geomagnetism, and celestial phenomena deep within the "Broken Star Sea," Aiven wouldn't get lost.

Based on the database in his brain and information captured from the Origin, he no longer needs to engage in combat to directly view others' data lists.

The greater the level difference with him, the more complete and precise the data becomes.

Most impressively, Aiven could use the [Eye of Magical Insight] as a medium to query the vast "World Consciousness" by consuming a massive amount of [World's Favor]!

Now.

He could confidently boast to others, "I can see right through you!"

However, once he clearly observed the activities on the opposite island, he couldn't help but gasp:

"Hiss——! The capitalists are right next to me?! Whose brilliant idea was this? Not joining the 'Lowland Republic' is a real waste of talent!"

As it turned out, in the northeastern Celebes Peninsula, occupied by the "Necromancy School," construction was underway for a certain dock project.

But it wasn't humans doing the work; it was entirely tireless... living corpses and skeletons!

Constitution: 0.7, Strength: 0.8, Speed: 0.3...

Their bodies shimmered with thin Extraordinary Spiritual Light, just enough for them to never know rest.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Seeing this scene, Aiven couldn't help but recall a famous question from a past life: If given 100,000 loyal warriors, what would you do with them?

Directly put them on the factory assembly line at a monthly salary of 4,000, with room and board included, and the 40 million monthly revenue would be nothing short of delightful!

But this was a step further, not merely treating people as machines in a 007 work culture, but having them work even in death.

Even the big capitalists from the "Lowland Republic" would feel heartbroken to witness this.

A person can't, or at least shouldn't, go this far.

After overcoming his shock, Aiven just wanted to say to this "talented individual": Hey... let's be friends?

The scene wasn't appropriate now, and Aiven had to temporarily close the "New World" door in his heart.

After the [Sea Soul] advanced another fifty kilometers and approached what seemed an empty coastline, Serra took out a semi-mechanical brass card to send a signal.

Click.. click...

A magnificent brass door, made of various intricate gear mechanisms, appeared out of thin air and slowly opened with the crisp sound of gears turning.

A vast world, the pinnacle of Aiven and Milan's imagination, appeared before them.

It was the venue for the meeting—Wizard Menon Watt's [Witchcraft Garden: Mechanical Realm], the head of the "Alchemy School."