Radeon knew he could not linger to watch it all unfold. If ghosts, Nascent Embryo, and Spirit Transfiguration could not police a small peak, then he would send them back to their graves to rest and be done with them. Order had to stand without him staring at it.
He brought two premier ghost forgers and two array premier to his side and led them down into the catacombs.
The system had to exist now, not later. He remembered the notes. Even when he only burned paper with a touch of qi, it still took fifteen minutes to make a booklet.
Five minutes to make a thousand pliers. Those minutes did not stay small. They stacked.
They became a year, a decade, a century of being trapped behind tedious work and bitter thoughts of what could have been.
That was why he needed a system. Crude, maybe. Ugly, maybe. But it would give him time.
Time to cultivate. Time to rebuild his physique. Time to cram in power before he reached Cornerstone Setting.
