The first question was easy to answer.
After all, he could always ask the help of his allies in the Dwarven Kingdom. Historically, they were the ones most adept at creating Mithril. They just lost the art. But thanks to him, they were slowly learning how to make it again, which was hopefully enough to sustain a factory.
The second question was a little bit harder to answer.
Only he knew how to make Unity Power Sources. No one else can.
After thinking about it, he only had one solution.
He closed his eyes and commanded his clone to appear.
A prismatic vertical line appeared from the top of his head down to his torso. Then, it widened, before a Unity figure stepped out, making it look like Michael had just copied cell division.
One of his Unity Clones stepped out in front of him, the prismatic light around its body slowly dimming to reveal a complete identical copy of his physical features.
"I guess for now, you'll be in charge of creating Unity PS," he said.
