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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
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 149
Caster then proceeded to cover his mouth while emitting a gentle burp. He put down the remaining money on the table bringing a little change for the waiter. He could easily be penniless by morning if he stays around looking for somewhere to lay his head.” With this he got up from the inn, took a stretch and started walking.The adventurer had a rough idea where the guild was and knew even just approaching it would take some time. It was a complex city and he did not feel like spending more money on a city map if he would not be there for long. He thought to himself, “Why spend the money on an item that will only be used a little?” and left the house.He had to take a coach to avoid the stress of walking on his own. The streets were basic and uneven, however, the poorness of the road did not make the journey rather uncomfortable. Rather than dwelling on the negative, Caster took a deep breath and decided to find some comfort within the confined space. As the coach rumbled on rough
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 150
Caster needed to be able to react quickly to opponents who managed to close the distance. “I can’t always rely on magic alone,” he thought. One solution was to increase his physical stats through training. “If I raise my weapon proficiencies to their max,” he said to himself, “and pick up a few passive skills that give bonuses I haven’t tried before, I might be able to hold my own in close combat.” He knew this would take time, but it was one path forward.However, there was a faster way—his mage crafting class. Caster had recently learned how to insert mana stones into slots in equipment. “These stones will increase my stats by a flat number,” he mused, “and I can use them to craft armor that’ll give me the edge I need in battle.” He smiled to himself, feeling a sense of excitement. With his large mana pool and the skill that reduced his mana usage when using magical gear, he knew he had an advantage. "If I add the mana stones to my gear, I could even match higher-tier classes j
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 151
Caster closed his eyes and focused on the invisible energy circulating him. His basic mana sense skill made it much easier for him to control and master this process.The ambient energy in the air slowly started to move towards his body. From the outside, it looked as if Caster’s body was glowing softly with a gentle blue light.“This is it,” Caster thought to himself. “The first step to mastering mana absorption.”Although it looked simple, this was a very dangerous process in reality. Caster needed to absorb the mana energy from the surroundings and inject it directly into his body, which carried a lot of risks.“This isn’t like casting a spell,” he reminded himself. "A mage only guides the mana outside the body, just for a short period of time. This is much more intense."What he was doing now was far more dangerous. Here, Caster needed to let the mana soak into his blood vessels and organs. If he made a mistake, his body could burst from the inside. In fact, this was how the prev
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 152
“No, I am not with the adventurers. I am a mere wanderer. May I be allowed to take a ride in one of those carriages going to the port town?”The man with the clipboard seemed to understand. “That’s fine, said Caster,” But where do you get off for charging me this much for the ride?”At once, Caster pulled out the exact sum, proceeding to pay the man in coppers, to the final alms.“It’s all arranged,” the man with the gun added after putting the money in his pocket. “Alright go ahead and choose one of the carriages to travel in; you just have to squeeze in among the goods.”He tipped the man and then proceeded to examine the carriages. Most of them were loaded with crates and various goods. After a brief search, he found one with enough space for him to sit comfortably. He climbed in, leaned back against a wooden crate, and stretched his legs.“This should do,” he thought. Now, all that was left was to wait for everyone to gather. The caravan wouldn’t leave until all the passengers we
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 153
Caster was one of the first new arrivals at the caravan, but he wasn’t the last. As he settled into his cart, he noticed the bustling activity around him. The large caravan was filling up quickly with people and their gear. His cart was stocked to the brim with supplies, and since most people traveled in larger groups, he didn’t have to worry about sharing his space with any travel companions.Sitting at the back end of the cart, Caster was relieved not to have to interact with the coachman or other travelers. This was the perfect spot for someone like him, who wasn’t particularly interested in making small talk. He preferred observing quietly from his corner.As he waited, Caster glanced outside and saw the scene unfolding. Adventurers were arriving in a variety of armors—some new and polished, others old and battered. The sight stirred something in him.“Look at those armors,” Caster muttered to himself. “Some of them could use a bit of work. Those chinks could be dangerous.”He sp
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 154
Caster rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The biggest limitation of his debugging skill was that he couldn’t see inside the components. “It’s like looking at a motherboard,” he mused. “I can add parts, but I’m stuck with the ones I already know. I can swap out processors and hard drives, but I can’t change the software inside them.” He sighed. “When I can start affecting the software, then I’ll truly feel like a Magesmith.”While he contemplated new designs, he felt the carriage jolt forward. “We’re finally moving,” he noted. He looked outside and saw people riding horses and even large birds that resembled giant chickens. “Those birds are different,” he observed. “They’re leaner and have sharp claws on their legs, unlike regular poultry.”The journey ahead would take at least a week, as they would make several stops. “This kingdom is dangerous outside the big cities,” he thought. “Monsters are everywhere, and they usually stay away from large human gatherings.”These monsters had migra
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 155
Caster also noticed a peculiar symbol on the wagon. He remembered seeing it somewhere before, and he strained his memory until it finally came to him.‘Slave traders?’It dawned on him. He had seen people branded with that symbol before. It was a triskelion symbol, a shape with three-fold rotational symmetry. This one was circular, with three dots on the inside of the triskelion spirals. It was a universal slave symbol and the calling card of slave traders.The world was one of constant conflict. Slavery was a harsh reality here, just like any other thing. Caster thought about the different types of slaves: war slaves, criminal slaves, and debt slaves.Criminal slaves were people who, as the name suggested, had committed crimes. They included robbers, killers, and thieves. “Depending on what they did,” Caster mused, “they might spend the rest of their lives in slavery.”War slaves were mostly prisoners taken in battles. “Captured soldiers,” he thought, “would be enslaved after losing
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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
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