Scrap Wizard: I Can Recycle an Entire Civilization

In the year 303 of the Third Age of Wizards, 3303 years have passed since the boundary wall was sealed. The black and white wizards who are addicted to potions and power have long forgotten the darkness outside the world, and are consuming the last foundation of civilization in endless internal strife. No one noticed that the world tree that protected the world was withering, and the boundary wall that blocked the disaster was crumbling. Outside the boundary wall, alien civilizations follow the trajectory of magic energy and regard this wizarding world as a "primitive paradise" to be colonized; The "Void Whisperer" in the gap between dimensions penetrates along the withered roots, weaving traps with illusions that allow civilizations to kill each other. When the shadow of the abyss climbs to the top of the wizard's tower, destruction and rebirth become the only choices for the survival of civilization. ... And Carter, who arrived with the [Garbage Recycling Station], was watching all this with cold eyes. What others see as rubbish can be decomposed into original materials that are coveted by the gods in his hands; The disorder and order, power and knowledge that the black and white wizards are proud of are just rags to be sorted in his opinion. "Dark wizard wants power? Then I will use the most brutal method to crush your 'Discord' into scraps." "The White Wizard wants order? Then I will use the most thorough reforms to recast your 'knowledge' into scrap metal." "You and this decayed world should all be thrown into my recycling bin - when I personally forge a new civilization, you will not even be counted as dust."