If only someone could give him a million Lord merits, how great that would be

Tower of Truth, private space.

Mike handed the Heart of the Ocean to Cetus for safekeeping.

Master Fool was still busy forging, with the re-forging of the Force of Nature in its final stages.

Whether it would succeed, Mike had no idea.

This was something that couldn't be exploited with a bug.

The entire output of the private space had recently been dedicated to forging the SSS-grade equipment.

Even though some by-products could be sold for money, the proceeds were used to buy new materials!

Despite this, money was still tight, and Mike even had to dip into his own pockets to cover the costs.

"Short on cash, so stressful..."

Mike looked at his remaining tens of thousands of Lord merits, feeling the anxiety of poverty.

If only someone could give him a million Lord merits, how great that would be!

But that was just wishful thinking.

Mike took a tour of his territory.