"Yes, you're absolutely right!" Drew nodded seriously. "I'll definitely remember your teachings!"
Watching the Runic Society's back-and-forth discussion, Wilton frowned slightly: "Let's first test whether these magic bombs work. Time is tight and tasks are heavy! The northern border needs our aid, and we need to worry about Gray Fort Empire in the west—they also have Magic Net Rings!"
Actually everyone could see Wilton just didn't want to continue this topic, but they still nodded and got moving.
Their time really was quite tight.
Roster Territory.
Viscount Roster suddenly jumped up, face showing delight: "Our God can indeed hear my prayers! I will not disappoint His expectations!"
"What happened?" Roster's wife was somewhat confused.
"Just now, a new function appeared on the Magic Internet called Magic Encyclopedia. I found magic bomb production methods in the encyclopedia, including detailed analysis, what each rune does, how to connect them, how to make magic bombs—all the information is there. My lady, this will change our family's fate!" Viscount Roster excitedly explained, even trembling slightly.
"If the production method is public on the Magic Net for all magicians to see, how is this still an opportunity?"
"Our Kingdom of Dawn and Gray Fort Empire have long-term border confrontations with occasional friction. Though not enough to trigger war, it's constantly escalating. Now Gray Fort people have also started using Magic Net Rings. With weapons like magic bombs public, His Majesty has only one choice—mass production and transport to the border."
Roster gradually calmed down and began careful analysis: "If we're among the first producers with stable supply, what will His Majesty do?"
"Unfortunately, while magic bomb production isn't difficult, the charging process is killer. We can only recruit as many mages as possible... I imagine those conservative magicians won't accept the Magic Encyclopedia short-term either. We can exploit a nice time gap!"
Roster's execution was really strong. After discussing with his wife, he immediately took action—sending the guardian knight to prepare magic bomb workshops, sending the steward to recruit people and stockpile materials, even using the recent invasion as cover to avoid suspicion.
After arranging everything perfectly, he hurried to the alchemy room and began making magic bombs...
Time flew by quickly.
In Magic Space, most people were still criticizing the Magic Encyclopedia, but some had started frantically absorbing knowledge published in the encyclopedia.
"Finally made it!"
Unlucky Drew looked at an unattractive, huge magic bomb that was worlds apart from Coffin-Carrying Heddy's magic bombs—like heaven and earth—and couldn't help sighing.
Making magic bombs wasn't easy. Even with methods recorded in the Magic Encyclopedia, they couldn't achieve the compact size of holy spirit creations, at least not on the first try.
After completion, two legendary magicians handled charging. The magic bomb that originally required long charging time was quickly filled.
Wilton looked at the magic bomb quite satisfied and nodded: "Drew, I'll open a barrier space. You activate it and throw it in to see."
As he spoke, a transparent hemisphere appeared in the laboratory's center.
"This... you sure you want me to throw it?" Drew swallowed.
"Of course—you want me to throw it? Stop wasting time. The moment you throw it out, I'll have the magic barrier swallow it. Won't hurt anyone or any equipment around."
At President Wilton's request, Drew picked up the ugly magic bomb, injected magic power, but before he could throw it, the magic bomb transmitted violent magic fluctuations, then countless vines appeared, binding him in place...
"That shouldn't happen. We almost exactly replicated it—how did it activate right after injecting magic power?!" Wilton looked at Drew with some confusion: "Drew, you didn't squeeze it so hard it felt like being thrown on the ground, did you?"
"...Mr. Wilton, please stop joking and let me down first!" Feeling the vine thorns, Drew felt terrible.
"Drew, you were too nervous, shaking so much you triggered the tremor rune, causing it to explode in your hand."
The Runic Society president glared at Wilton. "Let's remake one. The tremor rune sensitivity should be lowered, or we might trigger the same problem. We need to hurry—Lord Berion already knows about the Magic Encyclopedia and is urging us to verify quickly!"
"Also, Uncle Wilton, Lord Berion says he contacted you through Magic Net wanting you to send the magic bombs he purchased to the northern border first, but you won't reply. If you don't hurry, he might come personally."
Compared to the first time, the second went much smoother.
Soon they made another large magic bomb that felt similar to the original when used!
"Excellent!" Hand of the King Berion watched the magic bomb explode before him and nodded satisfiedly: "I've gathered as many magicians as possible. Next I need your experimental personnel to quickly teach these magicians the production methods. The northern border crisis brooks no delay!"
Though the Kingdom of Dawn was decadent with backward systems, Hand of the King Berion wielded enormous power and quickly assembled quite a few people.
In the divine realm.
The book glowed with shock: "Will this really work? Sharing knowledge on the Magic Encyclopedia gives one 'experience' point per view. When 'experience' accumulates to certain amounts, levels increase? If shared knowledge gets marked as wrong and it really is wrong, they'll lose 'experience' which goes to whoever pointed out the error. This way they'll be willing to share? Really this simple? Even if levels increase, we won't give any rewards, right? How about we..."
"No rewards needed—just show a level after each person's name." Ren shook his head. "Trust me, for this level, many people will definitely be willing to share their knowledge."