The time had come to February 1940.
Half a year had passed since Wayne had ascended to the Golden Mage Realm, and he filled the command and void aspects of the Golden Triangle with an enormous reserve of the Four Elements and a terrifying amount of knowledge.
As for myself, there was no need to mention, the number and quality of thought processes not only left Golden Mages of the same realm far behind but couldn't even be compared to Legendary Mages.
Five Godchosen Artifacts times two, Oath Swords times two, Obelisks times four, an uncountable number of Devil investors, plus some scattered gifts from nature, he had squandered an immense amount of resources at this level of the Mage Realm.
Having talent was a good thing but also a bad thing. Take Wayne, for example, if his foundation hadn't been set so high, such resources could well have raised him to the status of a Demigod.