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Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 129
"Ugh, this is why I dislike working with you Abyssal Warlocks. Where’s the fun if we rush everything? There's no time to enjoy it~"The man pouted slightly. He had his hood down, showing his face. He looked like an elf but with much darker skin, almost black. His eyes were entirely black, and thick veins bulged around them.He pranced around, holding the unconscious body of the red-light district's owner. The body’s head and legs dangled as he moved. With a strong spin, he tossed the body toward the Warlock, like he was throwing a bag of potatoes.The Warlock didn’t say a word. He just turned to face the man. Suddenly, tentacles shot out from the Warlock’s sleeve. They wrapped around the elven man’s limbs, lifting him into the air. The thickest tentacle split open, revealing sharp, shark-like teeth. The body was then lowered into the teeth and completely devoured, leaving no trace behind.After the Warlock finished eating the council members, his tentacles retracted back into his robe
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 130
Caster stood in the corridor, gripping the blade he had crafted. He had examined it countless times, but today something seemed different. His debugging skill allowed him to see magical structures, revealing colored lines—red, blue, and green—when he focused on an item. He had seen how his blade should look through this skill, but now the lines didn’t match the sword he had crafted. The traces seemed wrong, and that wasn’t the only oddity. He glanced around the corridor, noticing that the walls, doors, and even the ceiling were covered in magical traces. It was as if everything in the corridor was inscribed with magic. This was new; he had visited this place many times and used his skill before, but never had he seen it like this. Even the potted plant in the corner had magical components on it.“What’s going on here?” he muttered to himself. He decided he needed to check with Chris, the elf who worked at the company store.Caster hurried downstairs. When he arrived at the store, he
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 131
Caster's walk back to his workshop felt unusually long, but he finally arrived without any further incidents. He hurriedly opened the entrance, ducked inside, and closed the reinforced door behind him, locking it securely.He sighed in relief. The silence was profound; he couldn’t hear anything from outside. He was still uncertain about this illusion world and how it operated. Such a runic artifact capable of creating something like this must have been made with high-quality materials. “I trust that I might figure this thing way sooner,” Caster muttered to himself.But where there was a runic artifact that was active, the caster was likely nearby. Some items could be activated remotely or could run autonomously depending on their design. There had to be someone who activated it, unless he had stumbled into a trap that triggered it instead.Caster activated his debugging skill. The pathways converged into a single point—his forge. The forge, which was originally made of bricks, now lo
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 132
All the windows in the warehouse were now filled with faces of people Caster had known. He even recognized the voice of his maid, Allen, among them. It seemed like anyone who had ever treated him kindly was now here, as if they were all trying to break into the workshop to attack him.Caster quickly realized what was happening. "This illusion is trying to make me let my guard down by showing me people I care about," he thought. "It's easier to trick someone when they see familiar faces."It felt like a horde of monsters was trying to break into the workshop to tear him apart. Caster hit the forge again, and the runes on it started to crack. The more he damaged the runes, the more unstable the illusionary world became. The ground shook, and he could hear lightning and strong winds outside. The wooden walls of the workshop began to creak, and the door finally started to break under the pressure.Caster had almost destroyed the main rune, but time was running out. Felix, who was outside
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 133
The night was dark, and the city of Winterfell was lit by lanterns that flickered in the wind. The wind had picked up speed, and soon a light drizzle began, signaling that a cold, stormy night was on the horizon. Guards patrolling the city moved slowly, trying to keep dry by sticking close to buildings and using them as shelter from the rain.In one of the wealthier areas of Winterfell stood Vanny Royale. It was late, nearly 9 pm, and the store was nearly empty. Most people had left, either going home or heading to a nearby pub. However, one room in the building still had lights shining brightly through a particular window.A man in a black robe, his face mostly hidden, moved to this very window, closing it as he looked out into the rain-soaked streets. Inside the room, a demon lay collapsed near some alchemy equipment, its breathing shallow and weak. By the entrance of the lab, a male elf lay motionless on the floor. To the untrained eye, he might have appeared to be a sun elf, but t
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 134
The man’s class was an Abyssal Warlock, a prestigious and rare class that only those who had taken specific, dark steps could unlock. He was proficient in transformation magic, allowing him to morph his body into various abyssal monstrosities that could terrify even the most hardened warriors. But like every other magic caster, he had once been a simple tier 1 mage, learning the basics before delving into the forbidden arts.He possessed all the magic-related skills and traits necessary for his dark craft. As he stood there, watching Caster intently, he noticed the faint shift in mana around the youth’s body. But it was too late to stop what was coming. The Warlock had placed his faith in the artifact, which had never failed him before. This was the same artifact that had brought even a tier 3 elven man and a demon to their knees.“Only those with specialized classes resistant to abyssal illusion magic could resist its power,” the Warlock muttered to himself, his voice a low growl fil
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 135
Caster was lying on the floor, coughing up blood and struggling to stay conscious. Chris had saved him, but the rescue left him barely hanging on. “Damn it... I don’t think I’m going to make it,” Caster whispered weakly. With the dagger now out of his shoulder, the paralysis was gone, but the poison and curse were still doing their damage. He felt his strength draining away.“I have to move... have to survive…” he muttered to himself, trying to muster the will to keep going. He began crawling down the corridor, leaving a trail of blood behind. His vision was blurry, and each breath felt like it could be his last.Behind him, two men shouted angrily, their voices full of rage. Caster could still hear the noise of whips and commotion from the hallway. “Good… they’re still holding them off,” he thought, though the pain from the stab wound was overwhelming. He knew he had little time left and needed to find an antidote soon or he would die.He fumbled in his bag for healing potions. “Le
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 136
The old man in a robe to whom this golden-haired hero had grudgingly agreed let his hand rip into the festering wound on Caster's shoulder, and more pain seared through him. The pain made him groan. The pus was disgusting to look at and see — white cream coming out of the holes surrounding his abdomen where he had been stabbed only hours before. The stench was overwhelming.This garbage… This is what it should look like? “Wha—what did you do?” Caster choked out, breathing through his mouth and the smell hit him in all its glory.The old man, a high level mage only spared him the briefest of glances with an almost dispassionate look. ‘Yes, kid… the mother is an awful woman,’ he answered. “But soon, it will be gone. Hold still.”Caster was being treated for the curse which had affected him and perhaps as treatment, in Vinicius temple. It was unbearable not only by the pain he grit his teeth, but also because of how costly the treatment is.If he hadn’t been saving up for the past year
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
