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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
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 156
Caster didn’t get much sleep, as usual. His mind buzzed with thoughts about the journey and the unknown dangers ahead, making it hard to relax. During these sleepless bouts, rather than tossing and turning, he focused on something productive—training his mana reinforcement skill. “This is better than lying here worrying,” he mumbled, concentrating on the flow of mana through his body. The steady repetition of the exercise helped to calm his thoughts and pass the time. The first day of the journey passed without much excitement. The going was well, and Caster was able to spend most of his time just waiting and observing the countryside as it passed. However the very next day it changed when the small group of Dragbear monsters attacked the caravan. These were big and recognizable foes for Caster, and there was no reason for him to act. The would-be adventurers, travelling in the caravan started immediately to fight the beasts with quick and effortless grace. Appearing to feel quit
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 157
Caster reacted with a body twitch when he sensed the chilliness of the moist air. Slowly but surely, he started to open his eyes, his brain straining to combine the events that had happened. An intense and sharp headache quickly came to greet him when he tried to move. "Ugh, what... happened?" He mumbled, his speech raspy and weak. He had difficulty seeing at the outset; everything looked like a chaotic combination of shapes and shadows. It required numerous seconds for his sight to become clear, showing his environment.The view that confronted him was not very reassuring. He felt himself in an unusual, unrecognizable setting. "Where... am I?" he whispered to himself. Above him, the ceiling looked uneven and rough, made of dirt and rock. He noticed bugs crawling on the jagged walls, and the air smelled damp and earthy. It was clear—he was in some sort of cave.A dim light was coming from one side, probably the cave’s entrance. Caster squinted towards it, grateful for the faint glow
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 158
As expected, the bandits had planned well for this kind of an attack. They had laid top logs to form an artificial road block to prevent further advancement in their direction. Two soldiers with a small host were on the other side of the wall behind it with bows and crossbows shooting at the opportune time. From here one could infer that even an avenue by which they arrived was barred; large stones have been rolled down the cliff to detect would be escapees. “They don’t joke,” Caster said to himself. "They’ve got us boxed in."The bandits were well equipped also as a defense. They were buried behind thick protection of wood which had made it virtually impossible for the caravan’s adventurers no matter how high their tier level of archery was. Their objective was equally evident—they had no wants to capture any enemy. They had set this trap with one goal: to begin wearing away the group until they could take whatever they wanted.“They could probably blow us up if they wanted.” Cast
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 159
After putting out the fire, Caster took out an orb that looked like a metal tennis ball. He grinned and made his best baseball pitcher impression, saying, “Let’s see how this works!” With a flick of his wrist, he threw the ball toward the bandits above them. It soared through the air in a nice arc, heading straight for its target.The bandits noticed the spellcaster in the caravan but realized it was too late. One of them shouted, “What is he throwing?” They quickly raised their shields, hoping to protect themselves.The metal ball collided with one of the shields and just bounced off. It rolled away from the bandits, who looked at it with curiosity. “What was that? Did he just throw a rock?” one bandit asked, raising an eyebrow.They dropped their shields, ready to retaliate, thinking the attack was harmless. “Looks like a dud! What a waste of time,” another bandit chuckled. But before they could attack, they heard a strange sound coming from the orb.Suddenly, the metal ball expl
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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