Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

"Is this the Subhuman Wizard you created?"

Outside the massive isolation chamber, Richard and Ulysses stood before a giant transparent glass wall, quietly observing a group of infants still in incubation pods inside the chamber.

"Yes."

Richard gazed at these infants with a complicated expression, knowing that cultivating Subhuman Wizards had already violated the Wizard Experimentation Law set by the Truth Council.

Even a Great Wizard would be thrown to the frontline to atone for such a red-line violation.

However, if his hypothesis was correct, the Wizard Civilization's war situation would undergo a significant transformation. He would consequently gain a large share of Power of Dimension, laying the foundation for achieving Truth in the future.

As a Great Wizard, achieving Truth was no longer a mere fantasy.

Especially since Richard had already reached the Five Rings.

Advancing to the Sixth Circle was more difficult than advancing to the Five Rings, but it was merely a matter of adding two complete rules.

As long as he could slay a Fifth Level King of Mayfly on the battlefield, the main hurdle to advancing to the Sixth Circle would vanish.

The remaining task was to wait for Rule Fusion to complete, then reconstruct the Rule Body for advancement.

Moreover, even if his hypothesis was wrong, possessing a Wizard Research Institute was still a great advantage for Richard.

Unless certain cutting-edge research required a few geniuses to push forward, most research could be completed through hard work and diligence.

"You plan to make them Wizards to research witchcraft for you, right?" Ulysses suddenly asked, "But how do you guarantee that these little ones are all research prodigies?

Could it be that Lan could modify bloodlines to produce geniuses?"

"Not quite," Richard shook his head, "These Subhuman Wizards do have enhanced brains, but the effect is quite limited. It can elevate the mentally weak to self-sufficiency but is far from making an average person a genius."

"Then how will you deal with those who don't meet expectations?" Ulysses asked calmly.

As a seasoned Divine, Ulysses had seen too many inhumane acts, and Richard's research seemed normal to him, far from excessive.

However, he knew well his friend's character.

Though Richard always acted decisively, never hesitating to eliminate what must be killed, he was actually very moral in character.

If allowing the Abyss to invade for the sake of ascension could be considered a necessary evil, then eliminating these Subhumans would be sheer inhumanity.

Had Richard turned cruel?

The next moment, Richard provided an answer.

"The selection starts from mortal level. If they show no talent in research, they will not become Wizards. They will return to mortal life, living an ordinary existence."

Richard's expression remained unchanged, as if he anticipated Ulysses's question.

"Though they are evidence of my crime, the Immortal Country is my world. In these war times, werewolves from the Immortal Country cannot roam freely. But after the war... hehe, Subhuman Wizards might no longer need to hide."

Hearing Richard's calm yet imposing statement, Ulysses paused and then laughed.

"How imposing, my friend. Just don't forget to lend me a hand when the time comes."

Richard laughed as well.

"Rest assured, by then you'll be the only Divine allowed to preach in the Wizard World."

Amidst their laughter, a baby inside the isolation chamber let out a loud cry.

...

The road for Subhuman Wizards was still long, but before that, Richard had to ensure he survived till then.

In the Miracle Church, Richard looked at the document Fran handed over, nodding slightly from time to time.

Upon seeing the last page, Richard organized the document and casually put it in his pocket.

"Well done, your handling is very clever. Even if the warriors entering the Divine Country exist solely as souls, they've lost their mortal bodies, so paying death benefits is appropriate."

Facing Richard's praise, Frank modestly bowed his head, "A little trick to reduce expenses, merely a small smart move."

"It's more than a small smart move." Richard patted Frank's shoulder, "You've marked a line; entering the Divine Country means leaving the mortal world. This will make handling future affairs much smoother."

Then Richard changed the topic.

"How's the preparation for the military parade going?"

Frank became serious and said, "It's fully prepared; the parade ground is set at Miracle Square. The event will be broadcast on all crystal screen channels, and all the goblins will witness your might."

Richard nodded satisfactorily, "Good, with you as the Pope, I'll save hundreds of years of effort."

Regarding the war in the Four-Eyed People World, Richard needed to give an account; otherwise, even if the legion was formed, it would lack conviction and become ordinary cannon fodder natives.

However, merely announcing total personnel losses sounded too shocking.

So Richard decided to convey the message in another way, using a grand military parade to indirectly express the news.

This approach would not only communicate the news but also quell the fear of death, even proving that entering the Divine Country after death wasn't just empty talk, thereby enhancing faith.

It truly achieved multiple goals with a single move.

Leaving the Miracle Church, Richard returned to the Secret Realm, where he unfolded his Divine Country.

At the moment the Divine Country unfolded, Richard burst forth with Infinite Holy Light. Perhaps it was because the goblins had attributed the Sun God to him, Richard seemed just like a sun when his Divine Country appeared.

Within the Divine Country, tiny as ants, heroic spirit soldiers wandered between the Duel Arena, taverns, and the Heroic Spirit Hall, leaving footprints everywhere.

To be honest, with such a sudden influx of heroic spirit soldiers, Richard immediately felt his Divine Country was somewhat too simple.

This was not the eternally blissful Divine Country as taught in the scriptures; clearly, it was more of a massive military camp.

"Perhaps I should also study some Divine Arts," Richard pondered to himself.

If he intended to achieve truth, starting from the Power of Faith might be a good direction.

After considering, Richard issued his oracle to the Divine Country.

"Soldiers, in three days, you will return to the mortal world for a grand military parade. After the parade, you will have a one-month vacation. Once it ends, you will return to the Divine Country to prepare for the upcoming great war."

Upon hearing the oracle in their ears, the heroic spirit soldiers of the Divine Country, no matter where they were or what they were doing, all stopped their actions, shocked as they gazed at the sky.

The sky of the Divine Country had no stars, only a dazzling sun.

Thus, thousands of voices blended together, ultimately transforming into one unified voice, a prayer.

The heroic spirits bowed their heads, hands crossed over their chests, facing the sun in the sky, and bowed saying,

"Praise the Sage, praise the Sun."

...

"Milo, hurry! The grand parade is about to start!"

In a modest living room, an old goblin called out to his youngest son, his face full of urgency.

The old goblin's left arm was a prosthetic, standing a head taller than typical old goblins, clearly having undergone modifications by Miracle Monks.

"Dad, I can watch here too. The latest Crystal Stone Communicator already receives the crystal screen channels."

From the room next to the living room, a Divine Grace goblin came out. The Divine Grace goblin walked to his slightly shorter, despite being modified, father, reluctantly sitting beside him.

The old goblin glared at him: "What can you see on that little crystal screen? Can you see your big brother?"

As an old goblin who had been modified by Miracle Monks, his faith in the Sage was greatly devout. Although he was unable to serve in the military for the Sage due to his injuries, he still contributed to the Sage in his own way after returning to civilian life.

He had four sons and two daughters. Among the four sons, three joined the army, with the eldest becoming a member of the Glory Expedition.

Milo nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, yes, let's just use this big screen to see if we can spot big brother among eleven million heroic spirits."

"Hey, are you asking for a beating!"

"Haha, don't hit, don't hit," Milo dodged as he joked, "Dad, the priest said violence can't solve all problems."

"But violence can solve you."

Soon, the parade began.

The father and son ended their playful banter and returned to the crystal screen.

On the crystal screen, the Sage stood at the center of the square, slowly rising into the sky. The Holy Light upon him was brilliant yet not blinding. Under the radiance of the Holy Light, figures suddenly emerged from it.

These were the goblin soldiers who had reincarnated into the Divine Country. Their appearances were the same as in life, but the only difference was the golden pentagram on their brows — marking the Miracle Sect.

The heroic spirit soldiers were arranged in formations, one phalanx after another, with each phalanx containing ten thousand troops.

Their steps were light, moving at speeds akin to jogging despite walking.

This parade needed to conclude before sunset; their time was not plentiful.

Either way, they would go home afterward, so whether the parade was seen or not, it made no difference to them.

However, the audience in front of the crystal screen did not think so.

They watched the crystal screen intently, instantly starting to search when hearing their relatives' regiment numbers.

"Haha, I found big brother!" Milo exclaimed with cheer!

"Where? Where?" The old goblin widened his eyes, seeing nothing on the screen.

"Third row, the twelfth from the top!"

"Third row, twelfth from the top, I found him too! I found him too!"

"Big brother doesn't seem to have changed much, still as robust as before."

"Nonsense, after all, it's the Divine Country. How could the Divine Country starve your big brother thin?"

"Hahaha, indeed."

...

The same scene appeared repeatedly in different cities, different houses, and different families.

On this day, countless devotions poured into the Divine Statue of Richard in the Gods' Dimension, making the statue appear radiant.