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Caster hid behind the rock and thought about it while letting out another Mage Eye. But this time, after this Mage Eye flew near the Nether Iron Vein, Caster not only gave up control of it, but he also poured a large amount of mana into it, making that Mage Eye quite strange.It had definitely been separated from Caster’s direct control, but thanks to the support of the residual mana, it could stay there for a long time.Caster studied the environment and decided within himself to move forward and obtain the Nether Iron. He knew this was his chance to rewrite history. He had survived death and transmigrated into a new body; luck must have been on his side. Either way, he had nothing to lose but something to gain. Chanting a laser spell, Caster moved with precision. He knew he could create a vast array of magic weapons and use some of the proceeds from the sales of whatever he could to improve the Gilded Rose and take it to newer standards.Stepping forward and making a quick run, Cas
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Although he was just a 9th-rank mage, Caster didn’t seem to retreat even though it was obvious he was losing the battle.He kept chanting his spells and called out a multi-fire turbo sword spell. With the sword he held his ground, striking each shadow warrior. “Oh no, I should have gone back and come back another time,” Caster said, realizing his mana was at an all-time low.He was close to the Nether iron by a close distance, and he knew wielding the Nether iron, he could finish them off with a single swipe.‘Seems like these dead skeleton warriors are not running out of supply’ He thought.This wasn't what he envisaged getting into the Blackthorn Path. Had he known he would have remained at Gilded Rose and kept practicing his skills.As he approached the nether iron, an Undead Dragon spit out fire in his direction.Caster knew he was in shit, deep shit. ‘What could I do at the moment,’ He thought, still fighting off the warriors.Before he could turn his head the other way around,
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 17
As Caster made his way to escape out of the Nether plane and out of the Blackthorn Path, he was struck to the ground again.He looked upward and saw another Undead Dragon flying toward him, it was almost 30 minutes. If he didn’t return within that time, he would be stuck in this plane forever.‘I thought I killed this thing, how did it come back here,’ Caster thought to himselfHe couldn’t understand what was going on. Caster didn’t know what to do as he couldn’t fully understand himself. He tried to cast a spell and noticed nothing seemed to work anymore.“What happened to me? It must have been that stupid Nether iron.” He said angrily, crawling to safety.Ever since he held that Nether Iron, he seems unable to cast a spell. His knowledge both from his past life as Caster and in his present life as Sifa Spellbound.This was the least of his worries, he needed to deal with this dragon that was about to snap the life out of him.‘Alright, I can't fight, my mana seems not to work anymor
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Caster looked down at the three Chaos Mana Diamonds and sighed. He was perplexed at what was happening within him.He didn’t seem to feel the same. The weakness within Sifa’s body was gone, there was no need to prepare the potion for the enhancement spell, and he felt renewed strength within him. He felt his weight for the first time. Sifa was lightweight and had skinny bones; he used his clothing to cover his body, which gave him a hefty appearance, but there was no need for all that anymore.‘I need to get to the Sorcery Guild and see if there’s something I can find on this Mage-God system,’ he said as he paced back and forth.Caster walked down and asked the old butler to get some new sets of pants and some clothes to fit his new look. He couldn’t tell, but his body seemed to struggle with his clothing. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw that his body features had changed. “Young master, did you cast a body-enhancing spell?” The old butler questioned him, giving him a sur
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Name: Sifa SpellboundHP: 40Mana: 492Mage-Level: 5Strength: 15Vitality: 4Endurance: 4Intelligence: 42Willpower: 19Magic Power: 50Martial Skill: 22Speed: 7Status Effects: Body Mishap ( Recovering)You have mastered the Basic Mana Whirlpool Skill."What is this again?" Caster thought to himself, still trying to understand what was happening to him.The sounds were something in a language he was hearing new but seemed to understand every word in it. It seemed like an ancient magic language.He looked around to see if someone had come into the room, but there was no one there, not even the old butler or even Raymond, who was supposed to have come back from his task.'So, I've gained a new skill according to this thing,' Caster thought as he laughed hysterically. He knew how to gather mana, although not in this fashion, but he didn’t consider it a new skill himself.He checked the description, but it didn't say much; besides being an indicator that he knew mana whirlpool gatherin
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“Young Master, your outfits are ready,” the old butler said, holding a big box filled with clothes and three other boxes on the floor.Caster nodded his head as he was pleased with the attire the old butler had gotten for him.‘Now I can move out of here, find my answers, and figure out what this transmigration and new power have in store for me,’ he thought as he bid the old butler to leave some alone time.Caster immediately went down and began some push-ups. He was trying to test the limits of his strength and see if he would activate any new skills or improve his current stats. While he was also practicing his martial arts skills, he noticed something. The body mishap stat was gone. ‘I guess I’ve made a full body recovery,’ Caster said as he landed a back-flip kick on the sandbag inside his training room.Just then Raymond came in, greeted his father, and asked to see Sifa. “Young Master Spellbound is in his room and asked for some alone time. I would advise you to wait as the y
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Caster wondered what the meaning of the message meant, and he went to get a magic ink revealer. He poured it at the back of the letter and saw the full message.It was a warning, informing him that news about him had been spreading far and wide, and now he was needed at Sage Tower to meet with Sikoa’s mentor.Castor not knowing what it meant by the end of the letter that ‘it was time,’ was somewhat worried. He felt maybe that was why the invaders tried to get into his home.“Maybe I shouldn’t have let those guys off so easily, I should have ended them right when they attacked me, or was it about his portion to Thorpe that had drawn him so much attention.”Just then he remembered Solon, and how he was appalled at his reaction in the library, Caster took on his garment and asked Raymond to accompany him to Sage Tower, where he had been scheduled for an emerging meeting. He could have gone on his own but felt he might just need an extra hand just in case.“Young Master, talk some senses
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“They have been sent into the Nether plane,” The voice inside his head responded to him.Caster smiled, knowing the danger he'd faced there. He wondered how the Nether Iron had been hiding inside of him. ‘Hmm, this thing has got some good things within it. It's not all that bad,’ he said as he walked forward, acting as though nothing had happened. He didn't want to have a conversation with Raymond about what had just occurred. So he focused on heading to Sage Tower to know what the Sorcerer at the guild needed to tell him.On the other hand, Raymond seemed too inquisitive for himself, he wanted to know how he had been carrying that and also what had happened to their attackers, and what kind of magic could shine so bright like the sun. He was surely going to find his answers.“Don't you get tired of carrying that thing in your hand,” Raymond called out telling him to keep it where he had summoned it from to attract any more attention. Caster lost and not knowing how to recall the N
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Caster climbed the winding stairs stone 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 has 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
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Caster met them along the way quite often, which slowed down his progress. As he fought, he had to wait for them to finish before he could move on. “Hey, Caster! Need a hand?” one adventurer called out, swinging a sword at a monster.“No thanks! I’m good,” Caster replied, keeping his eyes on the battle ahead. He knew he could be accused of stealing if he forced his way through. Caster wished to avoid conflict with others, at least for now. He didn’t want to risk incurring their wrath or losing potential allies. “Once I get a silver-grade card, things will be different,” he thought. With higher levels, prestige wouldn’t be far behind, and the dynamics of encounters would shift dramatically.The level wasn’t that large; if someone knew the way, they could stroll past most dangers and quickly descend to the second level. Caster recalled hearing about hidden paths that only seasoned adventurers were aware of. These shortcuts could be the difference between life and death, especially dee
