The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 899 The New Ruler, The New Hammer

Richard smiled with satisfaction as he watched the Titan soul bow.

After two years of editing, the project on the master personality system has finally yielded some results.

“No need for formalities,” Richard said calmly.

The Titan's soul lowered its arms and looked around at everything with a somewhat blank expression.

The memories Richard had fabricated for him flashed through his mind, and in a short time, he knew everything about himself.

"I never thought I would survive that monster," he said softly.

The memories Richard fabricated for him did not conceal the fact that he was a soul snatched from the hands of civilization devourers, nor did they hide the fact that his personality had collapsed.

Unfortunately, one's character cannot be built on lies. Otherwise, once the lies are exposed, the character built upon them will also collapse.

Moreover, this dominant soul still contains a portion of memories, which are just right to serve as anchor points for personality.

"My king, give me a name," the Titan's soul said to Richard. "My memories are too fragmented; I can no longer recall my name."

He had a sigh on his face, but no self-doubt.

The souls of different races possess different qualities, which directly influence the mindset and psychology of the organism.

Just as the demons of the abyss are inherently warlike and greedy, the soul of the Shepherd Titan is also inherently magnanimous, maintaining a tolerant attitude towards all changes.

"How much do you remember about yourself?" Richard asked.

The Titan's soul closed its eyes, seemingly recalling its past.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and shook his head, saying, "Too little. I only remember herding sheep in a starry sky, wandering from one world to another. However, judging from what I know, I seem to be a war blacksmith."

Richard breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing the Titan's reply.

It seems there's nothing wrong with his memory compilation.

The memories of alchemy and various Titan combat techniques within the Titan's soul were all fabricated by him. He had spent countless hours over the past two years trying to make these memories coherent.

Fortunately, everything is fine.

"Blacksmith? Then I'll call you Tyr Peak Anderson."

Anderson is a transliteration of the Titan word for blacksmith, and Mount Tyre was a famous mine in the former Titan mother world. Before the Titans dominated the world, it was once a holy place for Titan blacksmiths, where thousands of Titan blacksmiths lived year-round, mining minerals and forging weapons day and night.

Titan pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Tyr Peak Anderson... a good name."

Among the memories Richard left him were some compiled by a brand. These memories contained basic knowledge about the Shepherd Titans, including language, etiquette, and some common sense.

The history of Shepherd Titan also exists within this.

"From today onwards, my name will be Tyrion Anderson."

Richard was finally relieved when he saw that Tyre had accepted the name.

A name is also an anchor point for personality. Accepting a name means anchoring one's personality, and thus, Tyrone's personality can be considered stable.

Next, all he needs to do is add more memories and solidify his existing personality, and he will be completely resurrected and live a second life.

Richard nodded slightly, then pulled a body out of his pocket.

"Your physical body isn't finished yet, so you'll have to make do with this one for now."

Looking at the body before him that had just reached 600 physique points, Tyr Peak immediately entered it. A moment later, a connection was established between spirit and flesh, and Tyr Peak suddenly opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face.

"This is the bloodline of the Abyss Titan? What a powerful bloodline!"

Richard waved his hand, signaling him to stretch his body quickly.

"Don't be too happy yet, this is for you to use temporarily. Your priority now is to rebuild your dimension. The Titan dimension still exists, and I will take you there in a while."

Right now, you'd better recall your own dimensions from back then.

If you truly can't remember, then you can only return to the abyss.

The biggest problem for these souls that need to build their personalities lies in this: without reliable memories, it is difficult for the soul to rebuild its dimensions.

And this is something that no one in the entire Wizarding Alliance has been able to solve.

The process of ascending to the position of Sovereign is extremely complex. Neither the previous civilizations nor the current ones dare to claim that they have fully understood the process of ascending to the position of Sovereign.

Fortunately, the Abyss Titans are also creatures of the Abyss.

Authentic Abyss Overlords do not require dimensions. Whether it is Beelzebub or Samael, the essence of their dimensions is the diffusion of the abyss, which is similar to the elemental overlord abilities of elemental domains.

If Tyr Peak truly cannot find his own dimension, then becoming an Abyss Overlord will allow him to exert the combat power of an Overlord.

It's just that it takes some getting used to.

……

The appearance of Mount Tyre allowed Richard's power to expand once again. Now, within the Civilization Alliance, the Abyss is considered Richard's direct subordinate civilization, and the Curse is also an ally of the Wizarding Civilization.

Moreover, the newly joined Natural Federation, including the Great World Tree, is also his subordinate.

Now, with the addition of Tyre Peak, Richard's influence in the entire Wizarding Alliance, including himself, has reached fifth place.

Including the fact that Samael would also side with Richard when necessary, Richard's influence has expanded to the level of six rulers.

Moreover, the Sand Spirit Sages of the Spirit Desert Civilization absolutely sided with Richard, and under their influence, the Spirit Desert Civilization was essentially Richard's ally. If you calculate carefully, the entire Wizard Alliance, including the Sand Spirit Sages, has twenty-three rulers, twelve of whom are considered Richard's forces.

In a sense, Richard was almost the uncrowned king of the Wizarding League.

However, Richard, as the core of the power, was unaware of this.

His interest in power was limited to freeing himself from oppression by tyrants; he had no interest in becoming king or vying for supremacy.

Power was just one of the many means he used in his pursuit of truth.

After reconstructing Typhon's personality, he immediately began working on Typhon's body.

The reason this body is so slow is mainly because Richard experimented with the dimensional thread weaving method on it.

The weaving of dimensional threads is an extremely sophisticated art, one that is almost indistinguishable from any form of alchemy.

By constructing dimensional lines, Richard could easily create a cycle of dimensional power and open up a space within it.

Richard called this the thread dimension.

The size of the space within the thread dimension is limited by the strength of the thread, but the space within it possesses a certain degree of illusory dimensional characteristics.

Using this characteristic, Richard creatively developed the first dimensional organ on the ghost's body.

By constructing the Thread Dimension and establishing its rules, Richard successfully opened passages within the Thread Dimension that connected to the realms of the four elements, causing all elements entering these passages to be annihilated within the Thread Dimension.

The massive amount of energy generated by the annihilation was almost one-tenth of the energy Richard had released during his full-force annihilation.

In other words, by adding ten such organs, any ruler could possess Richard's almost inexhaustible energy.

This achievement can only be described as earth-shattering.

And this is only part of the application of the Dimensional Threads Weaving Technique. Richard has a premonition that this technique will become his greatest help in improving the Titan Body Cultivation Technique.

However, just as Richard was engrossed in exploring the mystery, a voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Wizard, wizard, come quick, your hammer is finished."

……

In the endless dimensions, Li looked at the gate that resembled a simple line drawing and felt that the efficiency of these ghostly craftsmen was truly astonishing.

In just a few years, he had finished making his hammer.

It's important to know that when he entrusted the task, he was already prepared to wait for more than ten years, or even several decades.

Pushing open the door, Richard entered a pitch-black space. The space was filled with all sorts of strange and wonderful creations: dolls, masks, clothes, shoes—you name it.

However, Richard did not touch these things.

He could tell that these things, like the ghost and god masks, belonged to the Grand Elder.

Upon entering the space, another door, resembling a simple line drawing, appeared before Richard. Richard pushed the door open again and entered; this time, he arrived directly at the Elder Village of the Ghost World.

Compared to before, Elder Village has undergone a tremendous change.

The original simple village is gone, replaced by an extremely large and ancient domed building that looks like the Roman Pantheon.

In the center of this Pantheon, the miraculous fire that Richard gifted to the ghost craftsmen is burning fiercely.

Like an eternal, unyielding sacred flame.

"They arrived pretty quickly."

A voice suddenly rang in Richard's ear. He turned his head and saw the elder, who looked like a stick figure, standing behind him.

However, unlike a few years ago, the elder's stick figure-like body now has some muscle-like lines.

"It seems the master has reaped considerable rewards these past few years; even his appearance has changed," Richard said with a smile.

"Of course," the elder said with a hint of pride. "Having lived for so many years, this is the first time I've felt so hopeful about life."

We old folks haven't dared to waste a single moment these past few years, afraid of missing anything and being unable to leave this godforsaken place.

As he spoke, the elder looked Richard up and down.

"Wizard, you've gained a lot during this time. The aura around you has become increasingly mysterious. Your application of dimensional power has taken a giant leap forward compared to last time."

Although the Grand Elder himself has no dimension, through years of experience exploring and researching dimensional treasures using puppet dimensions, he has also gained a profound understanding of dimensional power.

Richard gave a thumbs-up and praised, "Master, you have a good eye."

The elder looked at Richard again, then shook his head, muttering that he didn't understand.

"Forget it, we'll have plenty of time to discuss this after we get out of this mess. For now, let's take a look at your hammer."

As he spoke, the Grand Elder called out towards the outside of the Pantheon.

"Bring the hammer up!"

Richard stared in astonishment at the Pantheon, where a group of strangely shaped, grotesque craftsmen were seen carrying a massive, black hammer into the temple.

"Look at your hammer," the elder said with pride.

"This hammer uses almost all the skills of us old guys, and also incorporates the secrets we gleaned from these flames. It's guaranteed to be no worse than those dimensional treasures."

(End of this chapter)