One day later.
Jeming stood in front of the newly constructed altar, raising his hand to wipe the nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
Although called an altar, it was more like a giant metallic ring array.
Thousands of Rune nodes were densely embedded in the ground, with a crystal core the size of a fist floating at the center—that was the external port of the Fate System.
"It's finished."
The group of Sixth Level Logistics Wizards behind him breathed a sigh of relief.
They had barely slept all day and night, working intensively in synch with Jeming's rhythm, but fortunately, they managed to complete it just in time.
"Sir Jeming, can this altar really allow everyone to share calculation power?" the leading female wizard couldn't help but ask.
Jeming nodded: "Not only that, but the calculation power of wizards within the range can also be enhanced. Exactly how much can be called upon depends on your own spiritual bearing limits."
