Last Updated:
2024-08-29 23:37:15
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 120
The designated existence of Caster as a Magesmith signals change and growth throughout her life. One fine day, while he was relaxing in his workshop and pondering over his achievements. “I can’t just get on with this,” he whispered to himself, “everything was simpler where I came from. These power tools- drills, grinders…anything got done ten times faster.”He stood still as he contemplated what he would be doing next. He wondered why some of that efficiency could not be brought to the situation here? With that, he set to work on one of his latest ideas: the need to upgrade his tools with a more modern one. He wanted to recreate the power tools from his prior existence, and it would begin with a grinder, an uncomplicated yet highly functional tool.They heard him muttering to himself and after passing a gas station, Caster stopped to draw, saying, ‘I remember those automatic grinders.’ “I can craft a thing just like this, maybe a belt grinder.” But after a while he changed his min
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 121
They heard the faint sounds of the barking of dogs from the house in the distance. It was just loud enough to be heard over the whipping wind Caster blanched, blowing through the windows in her room. On his nightstand, there was a candle that sparkled and created some peculiar patterns on the walls.Caster stretched his body in the bed he had pulled out the hands resting behind the head contemplating at the roof. He lost his focus as he started contemplating the possibilities of what could be in store for him in the future. Despite reckoning nearly ten years within this wondrous yet alien realm, he remained a misfit.He recalled the day that he awoke in this place with an aching head, frightened to death. This became apparent by the characterization of the people in his new home as being cold and distant. In Caster’s initial storyline, he had first been an ordinary five-year-old boy who was rather naive about the workings of the world around him. Even his childhood memories have faded
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 122
Caster activated the life detection magical device he had crafted and checked its readings. The device confirmed that there were no enemies nearby, providing him with a rare moment of peace.He had settled into a routine since the last incident. Most of his days were consumed by work in his workshop. There had been no assassination attempts for a while now. The demon he hired was doing his job well, and Caster felt secure.Caster grabbed a stack of papers from his desk and began sorting through them. He was currently focused on personal research, hoping to uncover a new skill or technique.He sighed as he looked at his notes. “You know, the reliance on skills here makes genuine research really tough,” he said to himself. “Most of the materials are just skill books. They give you all the knowledge instantly. It’s like being told how to ride a horse without ever learning to walk.”He realized that these skill books didn’t provide the necessary foundation. “It’s like jumping to advanced
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 123
Caster gradually started to witness the formulation of his theory. If he viewed mana as a river filled with muddy water then he could look at the mana crystal at as a dam with a filter. It would only let clean mana pass through which meant the impurities would be trapped within the crystal.He had at first assumed that mana crystals only contained mana and infused it into the item once placed in the socket. Now, he started thinking that he might be entirely wrong, and a new design might be needed for the socket only.Unwaveringly, he took a new sheet of paper and clutched the pencil even tighter. He was surrounded by papers, sketches, and blueprints all over the floor – it was evident that this man was a mad genius. He quickly began tapping the keys and due to his high dexterity stat, he was able to create a new design.After concentrating for about an hour, he was able to finish a schematic for the socket of a sword which will contain a mana stone. The schematic came equipped with tw
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 124
Caster examined the old pommel in his hand. It had a round shape and had been removed from a previously crafted sword. "This old trash isn't going to cut it," he murmured to himself shaking his head. "I need to replace it but it's not going to be easy."He looked around his workshop, mentally listing his options. “There are a few ways I could go about this,” he thought aloud. "I could push the gem into other areas of the sword, but that could cause some problems."His eyes fell on the hardened blade. “The blade’s already been hardened, so reheating it to insert a groove might ruin the whole thing,” he muttered, frowning.Caster paced back and forth, rubbing his chin. “Maybe I could file a hole into the blade, either in the hilt or just above it,” he considered, then sighed. “But just filing a hole won’t hold the gem securely. I need something that keeps the gem in place and still lets mana flow through.”He scratched his head, feeling a bit stuck. “I could try welding the gem in place
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 125
Caster focused intently on his task. He picked up a steel engraving tool with a wooden handle, which resembled a pointed nail or a small chisel. "This should help speed things up a bit," he muttered to himself. He carefully began engraving some of the larger magical structures into the hardened steel. It was crucial not to remove too much metal, as that would waste both mana and time. If done right, these inscriptions would mean he wouldn't need to use as much of his mage crafting skill, which would otherwise have to forcibly construct all the pathways and components.The engravings, though intricate, were delicate. To an untrained eye, they might look like the finished product. But a Magesmith or someone with specialized skill would spot the missing traces.After dedicating his full concentration to the task, Caster worked through the day. The process was more challenging on a non-heated piece of metal, but he was determined. He had finished with satisfaction the initial stage at th
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 126
Caster was a bit stingy. Instead of buying the cheapest weapon that used the mana stone he needed, he decided to save his money for future research materials. He thought it would be smarter to spend more on materials that could help him figure out how things work if others wouldn’t sell him skill books or research logs.As he looked at the sword he was using, Caster noticed something strange. “Interesting,” he said quietly. “When I hold this sword, skills like ‘Mana Slash’ and ‘Mana Thrust’ show up with a ‘temporary’ label in my status. But as soon as I put the sword down, these skills disappear as if they were never there.”He scratched his head, thinking about what this could mean. “Maybe these skills depend on the quality of the magic or the user’s sword skills,” he wondered.“I need to test this more to understand how it works. It would be amazing to get free skills from powerful classes, but these are active skills, not passive ones. I wonder if passive skills can be gained this
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 127
A large crystal chandelier hung above an even bigger round table, which was surrounded by exactly eight chairs. Each chair was crafted by a master artisan and featured comfortable cushioning.Five people were already seated, waiting for the last member to arrive.“Boss Lex sure is late today,” said an extravagantly dressed moon elf man, leaning back in his chair. If this weren’t official business, he might have propped his long legs up on the round table. “I wonder what’s keeping him. We’ve got a lot to cover.”“He’s been tardier lately, especially since our little problem was resolved,” replied a rich merchant, who owned most of the food-related stores in the city. He glanced at an intricate golden pocket watch before placing it back in his pocket and looking toward the empty chair. “I hope he doesn’t make a habit of this. We need to address the market issues soon.”“The Demon from Vanny Royale sent word that he won’t be arriving ahead of time,” another council member noted. “Apparen
Latest Chapter
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
Chapter 247
Caster sat at his workbench, staring at the mess in front of him. Tools were scattered everywhere, papers and sketches covered the surface, and there were notes scribbled in every corner. It all felt overwhelming. His fingers tapped the wood of the table, a soft rhythm that couldn’t drown out the restlessness gnawing at him.There was so much he had to do. So many ideas, so many things he wanted to build. But where to start? His mind was a storm of thoughts, and none of them seemed to stick long enough to make sense.He muttered to himself, almost as if trying to remind himself why he was still here. "If I’m going to stay in this city, I might as well make the most of it," he said quietly, his voice raspy with exhaustion. "Maybe I’ll find something here. Something worth the effort."Caster shifted his gaze toward the window. Down below, the street was alive with people, carts rolling by, voices shouting, children playing. The city pulsed with energy. But it was the construction site
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
Chapter 246
“It is okay Wayland, do you have any further issues you wish to discuss before venturing head into the project?” Caster questioned, calmness lining his tone remarkably despite the nervous tapping of his fingers on the workbench. There was still some haze and the smell of the lightly coloured sawdust and the sharper than apple smell of oiled metal. The foreman mulled it over for a few moments, digging the jagged claws of his sweat-streaked hands through the coarse beard on his coppery face. His eyes moved on the workers who preparing some equipment around them and their voices were just ringing low as communication only. “Well, I do not know that directly without a second thought,” was his response but there was a brief moment of a shadow crossing his eyes to tell a different story. “However, do not hesitate to let me know if you have any ideas in your mind when the proceeding starts.” Caster hesitated, his thoughts swirling. His workshop had always been a sanctuary—a place where
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
Chapter 245
Caster was mature enough to see the world as it was. He understood that most younger folk saw it through a lens of hope and ambition, their dreams of treasure and fame setting them apart from his more grounded approach. Some were from humble beginnings: sons and daughters of farmers; young people from families that were better off but that had fallen on hard times and now were boy or girl determined to claw back some of that perceived lost respect, no matter the price."My jaw twisted into a small smirk as I imagined their wide eyes and wide, baseless plans and all they think is, ‘Get some gold, a shiny sword, you’ll be a hero.’" It was the same story, time and again: things that were often only dreams, rarely aligning with reality.Lowfield had been a deliberate choice despite what she had become. Knowing full well it wouldn’t be clear, he took the fast route but he took the fast route. The road taught him about its steep hills, its rocky passages and on occasion, the unfriendly tra
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
Chapter 244
The early morning breeze bit into the cloak and the underdress at Caster’s shoulders as he walked the narrow cobblestone path into Lowfield. Today he had gotten rid of his imposing helmet and heavy armor. Dawn's fresh smell of its own earth together mingling with the familiar taste of his workshop on his clothes. He wasn’t hiding his identity, or painful silence had been left behind, today. Today was about remembering the life that kept breathing after his magesmith-tools stopped.The caravan had added liveliness to the town which reminded me of festival time, the town was waking up. Some of the faces settling onboard Caster recognised—newcomers amongst the adventurers. With fresh ambitions and none of the resolve yet tested, they walked on their own journey wide eyed and reminded him of the person he used to be. He watched the newcomers with a kind of quiet amusement, catching snippets of eager chatter about dungeons and imagined battles, bravado thick in the air.A young man, prob
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
Chapter 243
Casting his small treaty of provisions, a load of stale bread crusts, some wrinkled fruits, and a hard wedge of cheese that once lived on a more hospitable broke surviving clunk to clunk. He made a gagging noise as he peered at the dried meat again and poked it with distaste. "Wouldn't it kill the fates to give me a real meal?" Just once. Something hot, even." He sneaked a look over at where a stove should be, the ones that made his mouth water when a hearty stew bubbled away. For a moment he smirked, "No stove yet … maybe I could conjure a magical pan up." "Oil might be asking for a miracle."Peering out the window he squinted at the city in the early light. Carts creaked along cobbled paths and vendors hawked fresh fish and newly baked bread in the place I had walked into, even now. He’d done a lot with the house in the week that he’d been there, turning it into something livable, barely. "What the hell?' he murmured, 'Doors actually close now' he concluded feeling a bit more proud
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
Chapter 242
Caster adjusted his grip and took a close look at his work, scrutinizing every line and angle of the newly crafted weapon handle. The wood was tough but carefully sanded, bearing faint, meticulous patterns he had engraved over hours of work. "Alright," he muttered, almost to himself. "Let's see if this holds up."He lowered his gaze to the small, rough-edged mana stone beside him. Its surface shimmered faintly, a testament to the raw energy that pulsed within it. With precision, he made a tiny opening at the base of the handle, using one of his tools to keep the gap just wide enough for the stone to fit snugly. Holding his breath, Caster slid the stone into place, his hand steady even as he felt the twinge of nervousness in his gut. One wrong move, one crack, and the handle would split, and the entire effort would be wasted. He exhaled, the pressure off his shoulders as the stone was secure. He picked up a little hammer and taps the opening closed, sealing the stone.Caster was co
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
Chapter 241
Caster’s gaze shifted between his rough tools and the iron-cast walls around him. The dim, flickering light from a lone torch cast dancing shadows on his workbench, where the worn mace lay, waiting. Each scuff and nick in the wood handle held a tale of its own; it wasn’t just a tool but a companion, a weapon that had been through as much as he had. And here he was, weighing its life and usefulness like a weary healer judging the last pulse of an old patient.He ran his hand over the handle one last time, tracing the grains and grooves with a practiced eye. “Adding a stone’s one thing,” he muttered. “But what it needs is stability.” His fingers slid to a small crack, an old fracture that hadn’t yet spread but threatened to. “If that widens… this thing’s done.”His hands worked without thought, reaching into the assortment of stones, metals, and powders he had scavenged over time. His fingers found a small, rough mana stone, and he rolled it between his fingers, feeling its faint warm
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
Chapter 240
Caster knocked metal hard on metal, the sound reverberating in the almost pitch black workshop. With every hook an aura of magical energy was discharged providing brief glimpses of light on the roughly completed stone walls. It smelled of hot metal and a low, tense buzz, which seemed to say that the room itself had tensed to watch him.Caster, still young but hardened by the trials of his craft, stood poised over his latest project: a shield, its shape still raw but which is already starting to look graceful. Though not tall and still somewhat thin, he seemed to possess good illating strength, every punch he landed being calculated. Each movement was accompanied by complex magical ripples, which Indragni had seen on the surface of the shield before a layer of runes he more or less sketched with great detail. In addition to a frown a look of intense concentration took over his face only to be interrupted the occasional lean back to examine the painting.After several more strikes, he
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
Chapter 239
Caster climbed the winding stone stairs leading upward from the basement of Lamba fortress as the red rays of the morning sun spread across Lowfield. He sighed as he breathed in the crisp morning air and hours spent wading through dim and damp caverns had taken a toll on him. The bustle outside was a stark contrast to the quiet gloom below. Merchants, hawkers, and small-time dealers filled the open area, all eager to cater to the steady stream of adventurers drawn to the dungeon.“Potion for mana, sir?” called a nearby merchant, brandishing a small flask that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Clearly, the man wasn’t going to miss any opportunity to sell.He gave her the distinct pleasure of a faint smile and a polite shake of his head. “Not today, but thanks.” The merchant glanced up as he passed saying “As he passed his gaze fell on a young boy standing beside the merchant with his hands outstretched each palm held small stones of different colors.”“Lucky charms,” the boy put out
