A specifically targeted race…
So all of this was planned from the very beginning?
But… if you want to complete the final piece of the puzzle…
He subconsciously asked, "Are you going to advance to Ninth Level?"
Martin's expression froze instantly.
He turned his head and looked at Jeming with a "what the hell" kind of stare.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
Jeming was startled by his reaction. "Huh?"
Martin took a deep breath, calmed himself down a little, then helplessly shook his head. "When I said strengthening my power, I meant improvements within the Eighth Level Wizard realm. As for Ninth Level? That's still a long, long way off."
He paused, his tone turning serious. "If you'd actually seen a Ninth Level Wizard, you'd know—the power those few have is something mere entropy increase and entropy reduction can't even reach."
Jeming's curiosity grew stronger.
"What kind of power… does a Ninth Level Wizard actually have?"
