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Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 141
“See who’s paying us a visit, the one and only is here—the famous master craftsman, here in the flesh!”Caster walked closer, but immediately noticed something was wrong with the man speaking. His relaxed posture and the strong smell of alcohol gave him away.“Famous craftsman, huh?”Caster narrowed his eyes, feeling uneasy. Had the demon shared his secret with others? It shouldn’t be possible—the contract was supposed to prevent that. But there were other ways people could get information, and it made Caster more certain that staying here wasn’t safe. Contracts had their limits, after all.“Mr. Luke, it’s not polite to bother our guest.”The moon elf laughed lightly and pushed open the door. He took a quick peek inside before announcing Caster’s arrival with a grin on his face.“Hey, someone’s here to see you!”Caster stayed quiet, not sure what to say. Something about the moon elf’s smile felt off to him.“A visitor? Who could it be?”A voice Caster recognized came from inside the
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 142
Caster had finally managed to get his money back, and perhaps even a bit more he didn’t anticipate. All that remained for him was to go to the train station. This journey was going to be longer than before as he was going to cover much distance than he did the previous time he went for the journey. This is the case because he contemplated about accepting the offer from Paulo so maybe he could once he gets a chance to gain some strength back.“Third time’s a charm, doesn’t it?” he said under his breath as he made his way to the train station. In any case, he had done this before, so he felt a bit more confident than the first time around. This time, however, his journey would be longer still and he would have to use a boat as well as a carriage. His destination was a large island located in the southern part of the Caldris Kingdom.It was an island located in the yet called Calagan Island. In the middle of it there was a large volcano and there were several others around it. The n
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 143
Caster's next destination was Winterfell, a small town with an unremarkable name. A few months ago, a dungeon entrance had opened nearby, drawing adventurers and merchants alike to the once quiet town. It was on the verge of transformation, with the construction of the adventurer’s guild underway and the dungeon promising a steady influx of treasure and resources. Mana stones were just one of the valuable items people were after, and rumors of rich mineral deposits had gotten Caster’s interest. As a Magesmith, the thought of new materials to work with excited him.“I could establish a new workshop in Winterfell,” Caster muttered to himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I feel it would be the best spot for me to put my shop and sell my crafts,” But then a problem jumped at him as he thought aloud. “But how am I supposed to run a workshop while I’m off adventuring?” he asked himself. Constant traveling meant that Caster would need to find someone else to manage the workshop in h
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 144
“I’d love to see how those mana powered engines work,” he muttered with a bit of curiosity in his voice. “But I can’t justify the cost right now.”Reaching into his robe, Caster pulled out his adventurer’s card and stared at the name printed on it. He thought about everything that had happened, all the mistakes he had made. Maybe it was time to leave his old identity behind.“Maybe it’s time to truly start over,” he whispered to himself, turning the card in his hand.As Caster sat by the window, the conductor's whistle echoed through the train station, sharp and clear. The large train gave a slight jolt before it began to move forward, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Caster glanced around the crowded carriage. It seemed like many others had agreed run away from the city after the attack yesterday. "No surprise," Caster muttered under his breath, "No one in their right mind would love to stick around after something like that."The city hadn’t meant much to him, though. He
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 145
As Caster sat by the window, the conductor’s whistle sounded once more, and the large train gave a slight jolt before moving forward. The carriage was crowded—no doubt others had decided to flee the city after yesterday’s attack. Looking out the window, Caster couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. He didn’t have much nostalgia for Winterfell. He had spent most of his time secluded in his workshop in Lowfield, avoiding unnecessary attention. “Not much to miss anyway,” he muttered to himself, watching the city slowly disappear from view. The only noteworthy people he had met there were Paul Francis, Felix, and the demon’s elven assistant, who had helped him during his early crafting days. Then there were the three adventurers he had encountered on that one expedition. “What were their names again?” Caster mused aloud--trying to recall their faces. He hadn’t seen them since and part of him wondered if they were still alive after everything that had happened.His old acquaintance
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 146
Caster sat by the window, watching as the train picked up speed. The conductor's whistle had sounded moments before followed by a jolt as the train began its journey. The carriage was packed with people-no doubt many of them fleeing the city after the chaos of the previous day.Caster didn’t feel much attachment to the place. Most of his time in Winterfell had been spent locked away in his workshop in Lowfield, where he could work in peace without drawing too much attention. He had met a few interesting people, like Paul Francis and Felix, along with the demon’s elven assistant. And of course, there were those three adventurers he had accompanied on a mission once, but he hadn’t seen them since.As he looked out the window, Caster thought about Paul. He was heading in the opposite direction, bound for another well-established dungeon city. The demon, meanwhile, was headed for the capital, where his company’s headquarters were located.With a sigh, Caster leaned back in his seat. He
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 147
Caster’s head knocked against the uneven window of the train he was riding on. He rubbed his forehead, wincing at the dull pain. “Ugh, how long is this journey going to take?” He muttered to himself, his voice low. His eyes were heavy, aching from the lack of sleep. At least the cold was disappearing. The lack of central heating on the train meant the cold air would creep in through the gaps in the windows if they weren’t shut tightly. Caster wrapped his coat tighter around himself, grateful the journey was growing warmer. He glanced at the iron and wooden construction of the train. “No luxury here. Just some wheels and wood.” He chuckled slightly, trying to find humor in his discomfort.“Good,” he muttered, “No nosey church members. I can move more freely here.” He scratched his chin, considering his next steps. Should he get a new adventurer card here? The thought lingered in his mind. “No, bad idea. Too risky.” He shook his head, dismissing the idea. “This train has a direct
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 148
Caster needed to get a new adventurer card when he reached Calagan Island. "There’s got to be a guild in Albrook," he thought, nodding to himself as he walked. It made sense. A new dungeon had appeared there recently, and one of the first things built after a discovery like that was always an adventurer’s guild. "First things first, though," he muttered. "Food." As he walked away from the train station, his stomach growled loudly. He frowned, placing a hand on his abdomen. It was a familiar sensation, one he’d been ignoring for too long now—hunger. He had packed some basic rations for the trip, but he hadn't enjoyed them. "I could’ve bought something on the train," Caster mused, "but what they offered was... well, calling it food would’ve been generous." He scrunched up his nose at the memory. It is better to wait. Let me wait for something better than eat more dried meat at this place and have my hopes withered away.Caster could not help but ponder about the next phase of his a
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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
