It wasn't too difficult for a spatial practitioner to create a teleportation array.
These arrays were merely reflections of their comprehension. The more they understood space, the further they could transmit people.
However, the task did require a slight understanding of runes.
Without the fundamentals of formation theory, the arrays created by these practitioners would be temporary, only maintained as long as they inputted mana into it.
What made a teleportation array a true teleportation array was its ability to be operated by anyone who could provide sufficient energy.
The main method would be through mana and spiritual stones, but the more complex an array got, the more its functions could be controlled
For instance, complex arrays could be set to block certain beings from using them, allow different types of energy while excluding others, or even force unwelcome intruders into spatial chaos in the midst of teleportation.
However, there was a fundamental flaw even with formation knowledge included.
Spatial practitioners could only touch upon the vertical axis of space. They could only influence time as a byproduct.
This meant long-distance arrays would always take several hours or even days to transport one to their destination.
In wartime, such a flaw could mean the death of millions.
Damien proposed this so-called "miracle" to save himself, but in reality, it was something he had been planning for a long time.
In fact, if he hadn't changed his mind at the last moment and focused on the Human Domain, he would have begun working on this as soon as he left the Severed World.
'I'm not good with formations, but Hassan was. Perhaps the only hobby he could entertain was the art of formations.'
The Nox mistreated Hassan at every opportunity in order to maintain his dog-like mentality. In that environment, the only reason he could study formations was because he could relate them to his trait and grow.
Of course, him being allowed the ability to grow also meant he was served even more severe abuse to keep him in his place, but he accepted this consequence wholeheartedly if it let him keep the single spark of light in his life.
Damien held those memories and emotions in his mind. He couldn't become a formation master just because he had the memories, but comprehending only what was necessary wasn't hard at all.
This knowledge gave Damien confidence.
Along with the fact that he possessed the solution to the method's greatest flaw within his own body!
Walking to the center of the island, he sat down and placed his palms on the ground to both of his sides. His mana penetrated the earth no more than 10 inches before spreading out roughly 30 meters.
His eyes opened for a second.
"What do you expect the average load to be?" He asked, turning to Luciel.
The Angel took a second to think before answering.
"What is the maximum you can allow?"
"With the size of this island? If you want to use the whole thing, probably around two to three hundred thousand. You can probably fit 500,000 if you pack them in like dominos."
"Dominos?"
"Don't worry about it. What do you say?"
"Hmm…let us make enough space for 100,000 people. With your promise, transporting five groups with the efficiency of transporting three will not be a problem, right?"
"You're thinking too simple. If we're talking about the frontlines, you can send 100,000 at a time and the other side will receive 500,000 at once. Since the universe's fate is in our hands, we should go all out."
Luciel raised his brow in surprise.
"Is such a thing possible?"
"Maybe not for others, but this is me we're talking about."
"How arrogant."
Damien grinned and closed his eyes, widening his sphere of influence until it covered roughly a third of the island.
Arrogance? It could never be that.
The system itself granted him the title of [Supreme Genius]!
The title wasn't just for show either. Under its effect, Damien's general comprehension ability saw an exponential increase.
Now, even if a subject was completely unknown to him, he could comprehend it easily as long as he had the means.
Weren't formation arts the first example of this?
Voom!
Damien's mana shook within the earth's surface before emitting a glow that shined through it.
After giving Luciel one last look for confirmation, he began.
Runes were like a language of their own. Each symbol had its own meaning, which, when combined with its peers, would transform into something entirely new.
There was no such thing as a formation created by slapping runes that matched together.
Balance and flow, stability and output; the creation of such a grand array required many opposing elements that worked in dissonant harmony.
For Damien who had no prior knowledge of formation arts, creating these runes was a trying task.
He sat for several minutes merely attempting the first, however, he finished it eventually.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth, and so on.
The longer he worked, the more fluid his movements became. Mana swirled and revolved around him and the island before sinking into the earth and becoming untraceable.
Invisible to the naked eye, a fantastical array was coming to life. It was plainly circular yet inextricably detailed like a magic circle. Its pattern invoked a feeling of twisted space with its odd yet flowing design, yet the mana within was still entirely unreadable.
Luciel watched on with furrowed brows. He could see the forming array, but he could not understand even the slightest bit of it.
The two were silent for a long time, both focused wholly on the array.
Twelve hours later was when Damien finally stood up, beads of sweat forming on his face.
The darkness of the starry sky didn't change, but the positions of nearby worlds gave away how long it had been.
"It's done?" Luciel asked.
"Done," Damien responded.
Luciel frowned in concern.
"However, at this pace, you will not be finished in two years."
"Oh wow, to think someone as high as you is worrying about me. Don't fret it. Since I said I'd do it, I'm going to get it done."
A smile formed on his face.
"Plus, wait until you try it out before you say anything. I guarantee you'll have a different tone once you've seen what it can do."
Damien was never going to settle for an ordinary teleportation array.
The reason it took so long was because he was intuitively creating the design he wished for with the knowledge he had of runes as he went.
As with all things, now that he had the method down, the time issue would fix itself.
It was unfortunate there wasn't anywhere to connect this array yet, but it wouldn't be too long.
Damien was already preparing to leave for the next destination!
"Two years is not a long time. Please do your best to come back from this. Right now, all we can do is hold our shame for being unable to stop this from happening in the first place, but if you can deliver on your promise once the next array is completed, we will be able to offer you total support with justification."
Luciel didn't just speak for the Heavenly Clan, but all influences in this universe who wished the best for Grand Heavens Boundary.
Politics bound them in a way that utterly humiliated them. Damien was not the only one to suffer that day.
They were righteous people, but even they cared immensely about face.
All they needed was an opportunity.
If Damien gave them justification, they would strike back ruthlessly against those who refused to set their priorities straight hit.
That was why Luciel was the right choice.
He was the person who represented these voices of righteousness.
"Take these. If there are a few people I recommend, I'd say the Demon Emperor, Prismatic Sun Holy Master, Director of Hidden Death Valley, Fallen Star Holy Master, Demon Sealing Pantheon's Successor, and Golden Dragon Emperor are trustworthy. As for the rest, give them out at your discretion."
Luciel accepted the deck of metallic cards Damien handed him with interest.
Bzzt!
Immediately, one of them jumped out of the deck and burned itself into Luciel's arm before disappearing.
"What is this?" Luciel questioned unhappily.
He saw the card moving but didn't stop it to show his trust for Damien, but he was clearly disproving of the fact that "something" had just entered his body.
However, his expression morphed drastically when Damien gave him an answer.
The purple-eyed genius grinned mischievously as spatial mana consumed his body.
He left only a single sentence in the wake of his disappearance.
"Since I built you a new starship, shouldn't I also give you the keys?"
