Abe the Wizard (WN)

Abel turned to the hidden dimension of the Dark World. Ever since he had gained control of the Dark World, he could freely use any gems, even if they were normally unusable.

All he needed was to combine scattered gems through the Horadric Cube and he would be able to get top-ranked ones, the perfect energy supply for those souls.

The first person Abel would resurrect would be Ankara. He Summoned that soul before him. Under the gaze of Sage Helmir and Flavie, large amounts of top-level gems began to form a woman in a purple robe.

"I see sunlight, I smell peace. There are High Elves in the sky, and a golden holy tree. There is no stench of Hell… is this a god's Kingdom?" Ankara asked calmly.

She had always had faith that someone would resurrect her, but she was not expecting things to be this peaceful.

"Ankara, this is our world. But you can call it a god's Kingdom as well, since it is now ruled by the Great Abel!" Sage Helmir smiled.

Tears were rolling down from Flavie's eyes. She was not expecting Abel to heal Ankara's eyes as well, but indeed, this was the power of a god and Abel wanted Ankara to live a new healthy life.

"I threw away my faith when the last human was killed by Hell. I died an atheist, but my great god, the Great Abel has still shown me grace. I will treat you with my utmost loyalty!" Ankara tried to stop her voice from shaking, but it was tough.

"Ankara, just take good care of this world with Helmir!" Abel replied kindly, taking out the Ankara Bottle and Ankara Tent. "These two objects have been a great help for me. I will now return them to you. I hope you can cultivate generations of alchemists!" Abel continued.

Ankara reached out her shaking hands to touch those old familiar alchemy tools of hers once more.

Her eyes were filled with sentimentality, so Abel did not disturb her. He still had many souls to resurrect, and the process would continue for days.

There were ones he knew and the ones he didn't. The Dark World was getting more lively by the day.

Although they were only ten thousand souls, they were people of all ages, and were enough to form a sizable village.

With Ankara as the Leader and Helmir as the Headmaster, one day the Dark World would return to its former glory as their population grew.

Buildings sprang up from the Rogue Encampment, and the people began to settle.

They had no choice, as they would need to rely on the High Elves for food before their own crops were ready for harvest.

Abel had already planted seeds in the Frozen Grounds, Rocky Field, Dark Forest, and Blood Moor. They would be ready in four months, considering how perfect the environment was.

Meanwhile, back in the Central Continent…

The authority of the Wizard Union was reestablished under Abel's rule. Unlike before, it had a much more peaceful relationship with the other forces.

That was especially true with the dragons. Since Abel was a Dragon Headmaster, they were almost like a family.

The God Alliance also began to spread their faith without any restrictions, but of course, that did not include the God of Death and the Water Goddess.

The elves, the dwarves, the orcs, and the Barbarians were also closer to the Wizard Wnion than ever before, and the power dynamics of the world transformed.

All of this happened even though Abel had not shown himself for six days. After all, the Wizard Union was used to operating by itself without a President.

Abel sat on the Golden Castle Balcony with his Inner World before him. As he peeked into the Dark World and saw how lovely the Rogue Encampment was becoming, a smile appeared on his face.

It was so rewarding to resurrect ten thousand people!

Although they could rely on Abel to live forever, they all knew true power came from within.

Almost all the men were Warriors and the women Rogues. Even if they did not have any weapons, they were happy enough to start from scratch.

They treated the World Tree like an Avatar of Abel, and all their faith entered it.

They had also preserved all the knowledge of their professions. They included Barbarians, Crusaders, Demon Hunters, Monks, Necromancers, Witch Doctors, and Wizards. They were even more well-rounded than the Central Continent.

Due to the will of the people, more new professions were being developed.

That was not because they wanted to fight for power, but to unite and protect their home.

Instead of attacking each other, Abel saw skeletons being used to do physical labor, Holy Knight Auras being used to recover energy, and Druid Summons as transformations.

Almost everyone had smiles on their faces as they roamed the Dark World peacefully, but at the same time, they knew this life was not easy.

Abel did not interfere with their lives. He trusted Ankara and Sage Helmir to do their jobs.

Doff sent a message through the Soul Chain as Abel was enjoying a glass of Water Spirit Fruit Juice. "Master, the World Stone Heart has matured!"

"Finally!" Abel put down his glass, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

In a Flash, he reappeared in Doff's Kingdom. He immediately sensed a strong heart pounding.

He waved his hand, and the World Stone Heart appeared on his hand. At this time, it had transformed into a red crystal with a small heart beating in its center.

As it beat, the faith around was being drawn in and exuded in an even purer form.

No World Stone was the same. The one in the Dark World was made from the eye of a god, so Abel had gained the ability to be perfectly precise with every move he made.

As for this World Stone, it seemed it could purify faith!

Since Abel had experience with a World Stone, he knew exactly what to do: give it to the Tree of Life of the Central Continent!

As Abel held the World Stone in his hand, he linked to it through his Power of The Will.

In a flash of red light, the World Stone flew towards his chest, penetrating his skin and robes.

Abel felt his heart pause. Although that wouldn't be life-threatening to his current body, it wasn't sustainable. Just as he was about to drink a Full Recovery Potion, his heart started beating again.

But something felt very different. Each time his blood was squeezed into his heart, it was transformed by a strange energy.

He sensed his body heating up. Every inch of his skin, muscles, and organs was burning.

He had always thought his human body had reached perfection, but it was going through another metamorphosis as his heart shrank and expanded.

It was nothing like the strengthening he had gone through before. It was almost like his body was heading into the unknown!

According to ancient documents, there were beings capable of tearing gods into pieces with their bare hands and stopping any attacks with their body. At this moment Abel felt like that was where he was heading.

He didn't know how long the process would take, but his body was not getting any cooler so he could only get used to the new temperature.

After a few hours, Abel decided to return to the Golden Castle.

He sensed something different as soon as he stepped out of Doff's Kingdom.

The Battlecry Plateau was Doff's faithful ground. Although Abel could control it, he had to connect to Doff's soul beforehand.

However at that moment, he felt like he was in total control, even without doing so.

He sensed the mana around and how closely he was connected with the world.

"I want Light!" he said.

A ray of bright white light shone down, and hundreds of meters around him was fully illuminated.

After a minute, the beam slowly faded.

The World Stone had transformed him into the Master of this world. Although his control over it was not as great as his control over an Inner World, he could still fight without using spells.

Still, he was already the most powerful being in the world, so this was just something extra.

He tried to expand his Power of The Will further to see if he could track down Tyrael and Basham, but he noticed his new ability was very limited.

His Power of The Will range did not lengthen, it only grew more precise.

Abel began to hesitate for a moment. If he gave the World Stone to the Tree of Life, could the heart still help his body grow?

Suddenly, the Magic Circle Spirit shouted to him, "Master, Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael have just attacked a mana gem mine, destroyed three hundred puppets, and stolen a year's supply of gems!"

Abel was immediately filled with fury. Those gem mines were personally operated by the Wizard Spirit using Dwarven Puppets!