Ethan shook his head.
"No need to waste time on them."
His gaze slid past the figures prowling in the distance and locked onto the deeper sky beyond.
"What matters right now is summoning more people and boosting our overall strength. If a full-scale war breaks out, our current size isn't enough to take on every faction in this world."
Ataneya nodded obediently.
She was about to turn and pass the orders along—then her steps stopped short, like something had just hit her. She quickly pulled out a small, pale-yellow gemstone and held it out to Ethan.
"Master, I almost forgot."
She looked at him, excitement lighting up her eyes again.
"Before this, we found a world with insanely rich mineral resources. That's where I broke through to where I am now."
Ethan took the pale-yellow gem. The moment his fingers closed around it, he felt the residue of a spatial coordinate inside—along with the unmistakable "scent" of ore veins. His expression shifted.
