Chapter 1024 - The Association’s Open Conspiracy
Chapter 1024 The Association’s Open Conspiracy
Gargamel waited in Fire Throne for two whole days before he was granted an audience with Greem.
Greem’s entire body was now engulfed in a layer of formless fire as if he was continually burning.
Even though he was already trying his best to contain the radiating fire energy, the temperature in the meeting room still rose exponentially the moment he entered. If Gargamel were still the First Grade adept from before, he would probably be half-cooked now.
Even after obtaining the serpentine bloodline, a powerful Physique, and excellent magical resistance, Gargamel still felt extremely uncomfortable in the scorching environment that was nearly as hot as the inside of a volcano. When Greem cast his firm gaze upon Gargamel, green smoke started to rise from Gargamel’s scaled body.
“I am sorry. My Spirit has been improving a little too quickly lately. My control over the fire energies has decreased correspondingly.” Seeing that his gaze had almost ignited Gargamel’s body, Greem had no choice but to turn his head elsewhere.
Not a single item made of wood or metal could be seen in the hall now. Even the only set of table and chairs were carved out of extremely heat-resistant obsidian.
Spirit improving too quickly, energy control decreasing; it was probably the first time Gargamel had heard of such a complaint since he became an adept.
Even the Witches of Fate, who were capable of controlling Fate, could not make it proceed precisely along the path they had laid out. Take a wooden bowl covering some cheese, for example. Alice would be able to know exactly how many pieces of cheese were covered by the bowl through Fate Sense. However, if she attempted to influence any individual or thing within that fate according to this defined result, then unexpected changes would happen to what was once certain.
Perhaps a cat would break in from outside and knock the bowl over. Maybe the cheese would be stolen by a mouse. The temperature could rise, and the cheese would melt. Too many accidents, too many variables, and anything that happened could alter what was once a destined result.
That was the fundamental reason why most people capable of manipulating Fate chose to remain silent!
There were often powerful people who laughed at Fate users, calling them useless bystanders with no power to their name. Most of the time, even if they were capable of seeing through and past Fate itself, they would still be trapped by the laws of Fate and fail to do anything.
It was like playing pokers with God himself on a daily basis. Even if you could win regularly, a single loss would place you in the most damned of hells.
Wiser individuals chose to be careful with their words, not disrupting the flow of the river of Fate. In doing so, they barely managed to save themselves. Meanwhile, those who were far too lively or confident in their power would eventually receive the backlash of Fate and die, their souls disintegrated and destroyed.
Greem knew of the dangers behind this as well. As such, he did not force Alice to challenge the laws of Fate, nor did he ever dream of obtaining any benefits through the powers of Fate.
It was the main reason why Alice’s power remained so strong throughout the years!
After exchanging a few more words, Alice’s projected silhouette started to fade slowly.
Greem also returned to the laboratory on the fifth floor in a flicker of fire.
The massive elementium magical machine stood silently in the corner of the hall, the smooth lines of its body forged of super-alloys gleaming with a dark and ghostly blue.
After prolonged and repeated repairs, he had finally fixed the damage it received in Henvic. Greem even used some magical memory metals that had just been successfully refined during the repairs.
The Goblin Research Institute, based in White Tower, had finally managed to produce some decent products after spending a massive amount of Greem’s magical crystals and resources. The magical memory metal was one of these.
This unique metal, which could only be refined in a laboratory, possessed an unusual memory function. Once it was molded to a particular shape, it would be able to memorize that form. Even if it was penetrated, shattered, shredded, or distorted in battle, the memory metal would be able to restore itself into its original shape, given sufficient energy stimulation.
With the magical memory metal and the elementium magical machine’s own miniature magic generator furnace, Greem would no longer have to worry about the machine sustaining damage in battle. As long as it had enough time and the generator furnace remained intact, it would be able to recover to its original state with its peak combat prowess.
When the Goblin Research Institute had revealed this product of theirs, Greem had used his authority as the clan leader to get his hands on the metal and immediately upgraded the elementium magical machine.
As for the magical golem dragon? By god, should a massive mountain of metal like itself be outfitted entirely with the expensive memory metal, it would burn away the magical crystals of the clan like a madman. Greem only authorized the use of this magical memory metal on some core components of the golem dragon. Otherwise, even if he had an actual mountain of magical crystals, those goblins would have been able to spend it all away.
With the current manpower and financial situation of the Goblin Research Institute, they could produce around two and a half kilograms of magical memory metal a day. The price of manufacturing was approximately 1,700 magical crystals.
After ensuring a supply for the clan’s internal use, there were still about ten kilograms available for sale to the public every month. That said, their selling price to the public was counted in grams. Every gram was priced at twenty magical crystals.
Greem had been hiding in Fire Throne for the past few years, secretly absorbing all those holy light souls. Consequently, his Spirit had been rising rapidly. Even so, it still took him fifteen years to increase his Spirit from 27 points to 29 points. He was only one step away from peak Third Grade now.
The rapid increase in his Spirit had caused his control over his powers to decrease.
That was why he had given himself a six-month buffer before the meeting with the Association to stabilize his unstable spiritual condition.