Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

As a Wizard who follows the path of Physique Evolution, Richard has always been very curious about the Abyss Demon race.

The Abyss Demon is a race that follows Physique Evolution. According to Ulysses, every Abyss Demon is a master at manipulating flesh. And their most proud creation is often their own self.

Richard is very curious, what kind of transformations can Abyss Demons do to their bodies that would qualify them as masters?

Ulysses Beelzebub's Abyss Curse is subtle, but Richard still notices an unusual energy wave.

Ulysses' voice does not appear, which means he either does not know that the demon used a spell or did not perceive it.

Of course, it might also be that this spell is irrelevant, but in such battles, why would an Abyss Demon use an irrelevant spell?

Magic Barrier stacks layer upon layer in the air, making the Energy Barrier appear like a tangible crystal.

Watching Richard's actions, Ulysses Beelzebub feels a trace of mockery in his heart.

"Natives are just natives, learning from grave-digging; they will always be natives."

He does not consider Richard to be a civilized creature. He has never seen an outlander being blessed by the world, so naturally, he wouldn't think in that direction.

In his view, the abilities Richard exhibits are just fragments and scales learned from digging some pioneer's ruins.

He stares intently at Richard, as if searching for flaws in him. But his focus is on his peripheral vision.

He feels as if something is watching him from behind the curtain.

"Another relic? This world is truly wealthy."

Feeling the effect of the spell already enveloping him, Ulysses Beelzebub's body explodes, a crimson smoke immediately shrouding the sky.

Deep in the smoke, Richard frowns slightly. In the scarlet smoke, he feels a comfort akin to a Mist Barrier. His perception is tightly confined within a ten-meter radius.

"Ambush? Ha."

Richard sneers coldly, and the Magic Wand in his hand immediately spews out white mist.

Even though he doesn't understand the mystery of the blood mist, he can stir things up. Even with limited perception, Ulysses cannot gain the upper hand.

Within the blood mist, Ulysses Beelzebub pauses as he notices the rapidly expanding white mist.

"Mist that blocks perception? This native sure knows a lot. After killing him, I'll have to quickly devour his brain."

The difference in information traps Ulysses Beelzebub in the pit he set up. Until now, he still believes Richard is a native.

The Mist Barrier hinders Ulysses Beelzebub's perception, allowing him to sense only within a fifty-meter radius. But this doesn't prevent him from finding Richard.

The blood mist's abilities extend beyond merely blocking perception.

Buzz!

Ulysses Beelzebub's advance is silent, hidden by the blood mist, so Richard only notices when he enters his ten-meter range.

Upon seeing the blood mist and white mist part around Ulysses Beelzebub, Richard immediately comprehends the effect of the spell.

"Demon-breaking, is it?"

Richard smiles slightly, having been a muscular wizard for so many years, he finally deceived someone who thought of him as fragile.

Clang! Bang!

The Composite Magic Barrier shatters before Ulysses Beelzebub's demonic claws, dark red claws with tiny space fragments rushing toward Richard's heart.

Ulysses Beelzebub looks at Richard with interest, wanting to see panic and despair on his face, but when his gaze moves to Richard's face, all he perceives is a trace of mockery.

"Fool, you've been duped."

In an instant, the sky froze.

Richard retracts his arm and punches, under the world's blessing, his Unity of Heaven and Man technique is elevated to an incredible level. The space within hundreds of kilometers around Richard is frozen, all energy within is drawn by this punch.

Boom!

The dazzling Fist Light pierces the sky like a long spear, with blood mist and white mist all vanishing without a trace under this punch.

So, is it over?

In front of the white movie screen, countless Goblins stare intently at the gradually disappearing white light.

At the source of the white light, a huge blood-red figure stretches its curled-up body.

"You're not a native, who are you?"

Ulysses Beelzebub's right arm has disappeared without a trace, and the sprouts attempting to regenerate the right arm are growing wildly at the moment, but they shatter as soon as they grow.

Although Life Rules sound like auxiliary abilities, excessively flourishing life is not necessarily a good thing.

Under the influence of Life Rules, cellular growth is wildly accelerated, initiating apoptosis before division is complete.

"Truly worthy of being a Great Demon of the Abyss?" Richard exclaims, "Even though I fooled him, he merely lost an arm."

Ulysses Beelzebub looks at Richard, frantically pondering which civilization Richard's characteristics belong to.

Galaxy Mayfly? No, Mayflies don't look like this. Titan remnants? No, even the smallest Titan remnants stand at least ten meters tall. Moreover, if he were a Titan remnant, he'd already be dead.

Gods? That civilization is too distant, unlikely.

Pondering back and forth, Ulysses Beelzebub suddenly thinks of a little-known civilization. His great Abyss Demon Dragon lord's bloodline comes from a mysterious civilization.

Creatures from that civilization always wear robes and wield wands that manipulate elements.

That civilization's name is——

"Wizard! Wizard Civilization's hand has already reached here?" Ulysses Beelzebub exclaims.

Hearing the familiar "Wizard" mentioned suddenly, Richard couldn't help but be taken aback.

Has the Wizard Civilization ever come into contact with the Abyss Civilization?

"Wizard, I think we can talk."

Ulysses Beelzebub spoke again, this time his words carried a spiritual message, so even though Richard didn't understand Abyssal Language, he could clearly understand the meaning.

"There's no need for us to fight to the death over one world. We can completely make a deal."

Ulysses Beelzebub opened his mouth and spat out a white crystal, with a trace of undigested flesh on it.

"I know wizards love to research; I can give you this relic, and I also have the world coordinates of a small world to make up for the loss.

As long as you want, both are yours."

Ulysses Beelzebub's words were so sincere that Richard almost believed them.

Ulysses's voice sounded in Richard's soul through the divine connection.

"Don't trust this damned thing; he's stalling for time. I guarantee the coordinates he's offering you are for an Abyss World."

Richard swung his magic wand, summoning a colossal fireball resembling a black sun.

"I'm not interested in conquering the Abyss World!"

Upon hearing this, Ulysses Beelzebub's face instantly darkened.

"Damn it, someone else has already used this trick."

The fireball hurtled towards Ulysses like a meteor, empowered by the Radiation Rule, Balancing Hand, and World's Blessing, its power had already exceeded a hundred thousand energy levels.

At the same time, a pitch-black fierce beast emerged from the void, bringing a sea of fire intent on consuming the world rushing towards Ulysses.

With attacks from two sides, there was no escape.

The aura of death echoed in Ulysses Beelzebub's nostrils; fear coursed through him like electricity, making every cell in his body become active.

Abyss Demons are a warlike race, born for combat. To them, death and fear are not burdens that impede their fighting; they are tools to promote their evolution.

At the brink of death, Ulysses Beelzebub closed his eyes.

"Abyss, observe me."

Boom!!

The fireball and sea of fire collided, and the scene resembling the world's destruction was transmitted across the world through crystal stone signals.

That should be dead now. The goblins thought.

But the next moment, the sky-covering flames parted. A figure descended from the sky like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground.

Who was that?

The camera didn't shift, still focusing on the sky. As the sea of flames receded, a dark figure stood in the sky.

With a slight movement, the charred shell fell off, revealing a figure, thin yet terrifyingly pale.

The evil demon is not dead yet!

But is that evil demon in the sky, and who just flew out?

The answer emerged soon.

Richard held the Balancing Hand, ascending into the sky, as the flesh buds were restoring his missing half.

"Temporary evolution, Richard, we're in trouble." Ulysses's voice came by Richard's ear, but Richard's inner state remained unchanged.

"So what if he evolved?"

Richard's voice was as steady as a machine, absolute rationality had completely taken over his mind.

On-the-spot outbursts are too uncontrollable; wizards have always faced difficulties rationally.

"Evolution requires energy; the higher the level of a being, the more it needs. We just need to hold out; he'll starve by himself."

"But can you hold on?"

Richard gently waved his magic wand, immediately forming a crystal-like magic barrier in front of him.

The next moment, the pale Ulysses Beelzebub appeared before the barrier, shattering it with one punch, a barrier strong enough to withstand fifty thousand energy levels.

"As of now, it seems I can."

"...Then go all out. I'll support you with all my strength."

Ulysses's voice carried a trace of fatigue. Behind the curtain, a pitch-black beast was healing from its injuries. Its left wing bore a large hole, where the abyssal power clashed fiercely with holy light.

Just now, Richard was just incidental; Ulysses was Ulysses Beelzebub's true target.

"Ugh, I've been lax. I didn't expect to be outsmarted by such a fool."

Ulysses sarcastically berated himself, swiftly navigating the void while assisting Richard in holding Ulysses Beelzebub. Yet, the fatigue in his soul made even the smallest tasks feel daunting.

The tug of injuries was about to bring his slumber.

He murmured to himself, "Ulysses, you can't drop the ball now. If you slip up, it's all over.

Richard, that kid depends on you to survive; if you sleep now, he's doomed."

"Ulysses, you're destined to become the Main God, have you forgotten about the Crow Realm? Without becoming the Main God, how will you reclaim the Crow Realm from those Abyssal Trash?

Ulysses, think of your people; they're still waiting for your lead to counterattack."

"Ulysses, you're their last hope. You must not fall!"