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Caster needed to see what he was working with. While Nedu and Aredhel continued to argue, he pulled out his detection device and activated it. "I hope they don’t notice me," he thought, fearing that the others would sense his mana. He inserted only a minimal amount of magic into his detector. This would shorten the scan’s range but make it harder to detect.As the device whirred softly, he squinted at the screen. From the image, he could see that besides the two, there was another person with them, a bit further away. “Okay, so there are three of them,” he muttered to himself. Now he had a clearer idea of how many potential enemies he faced.He weighed his options carefully. “I could wait and see if they decide to leave immediately,” he considered. “Or I could ambush them and try to grab that sword Nedu is holding. The cave bends a bit here—perfect for a surprise attack.” Caster’s eyes flicked to the shadows, imagining the stealthy movement.“Maybe I should just step out and talk
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“Just my luck,” he murmured, realizing he didn’t have his traps set, nor did he have the high ground. “And my sword is in the hands of the elven man who can’t even use it properly.” Frustration bubbled within him, but he remembered that he had other weapons stashed away. “Thank goodness for that heavy rapier I got all those years ago.”Caster took a deep breath, concentrating as he aimed. “I need to make this count,” he whispered to himself. His mana flowed into his wand, charging it for the shot. He told himself, "Just focus on the area between the goblin's eyes," as he got his aim ready for the moment to attack."Here goes nothing," he remarked, struggling with feelings of excitement mixed with anxiety. Nedu was his name. He came from the Kingdom of Bolia, which touched borders with the Kingdom of Mechiko. He was a novice warrior who picked the route of being a swordsman. "I will be powerful," he regularly told himself while gripping his sword firmly. Bolia was a land mainly fi
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 162
“I can’t let any of them through!” Nedu yelled. “Stay back!” Normally, he wouldn’t have much trouble dispatching these monsters, but he was in a weakened state. He had traveled long without food or a warm place to sleep, and the fall had drained his energy.He must have expended his energy in the course of the day and he was as weak as a newborn baby, he said to himself.In this context, the author determinedly maintains a monotone throughout the story.When the first monster attacked, Nedu beheaded it with a single stroke on the neck and the head bounced into the bushes. “One down” he murmured and turned to the bar as if the glimmer of happy stood on the horizon in front of him, for only a moment. But the rest of the monsters didn’t think twice and rushed at the party, waving their rusty swords and axes, pillaged from fallen heroes. “I have to keep fighting!” Nedu yelled, resolve evident on his bright glare.He carried a common steel sword in his hand by the name Nedu. Barely anythi
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 163
Two, three, and then four. More monsters fell to Nedu’s borrowed sword, but his streak was coming to an end. He knew it. The fifth monster lunged at him, and Nedu’s reaction was slower this time. The creature's claws caught him on the side.With barely any armor to protect him, the wound was deep. He gasped in pain and staggered back. The monster saw this as its chance. With a cruel grin, it moved in for the kill, raising its weapon high.Just before it could strike, Nedu thrust his sword forward, stabbing the monster straight through the heart."Nedu!" Aredhel's voice rang out, full of worry. He was behind Nedu, watching helplessly.Nedu gripped his bleeding side, his face twisted in pain. He forced himself to stand tall, even though his body felt weak. “Stay back, I’m fine…” he growled through clenched teeth. “When I give you the signal, run away. Do you hear me, Lord Aredhel?”Aredhel’s eyes widened. “Run away? What are you saying, Nedu? We’re getting out of here together. I won’t
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This wasn’t over. The monster didn’t give Nedu a moment to breathe. It kept charging at him, swinging its heavy mace wildly. Nedu, already wounded, couldn’t strike back. All he could do was dodge, barely avoiding the hobgoblin’s blows. Every movement sent pain through his body, and he knew he couldn’t keep this up for long.“This is your chance, Aredhel. Run! Now!” Nedu shouted desperately. His focus was split between dodging the hobgoblin and keeping Aredhel safe.But Aredhel wasn’t listening. Instead of fleeing like he was told, the young moon elf stood up, still holding the rusty shortsword. His face was full of anger and determination. Without thinking, he threw the sword at the hobgoblin.“Take this!” Aredhel yelled, hurling the weapon with all his strength.The hobgoblin didn’t even flinch. It was too focused on Nedu to notice the poorly aimed throw. The dull blade barely scratched its back, bouncing off harmlessly.Nedu’s eyes widened in frustration. “No, Aredhel! I told you t
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 165
Caster had spent what seemed to her like hours hiding in the cave just to watch the whole affair before the attack started. He had been watching blood moon, the mark of the moon elf fight fearlessly. Nevertheless, revelation of heavy movement, Mark staggered as if he was tired or rather had sustained an injury before throwing the first punch. Caster, who did not watch wraiths die when there was more he could do about it, had stayed back for his chance. As for himself, he could not have known what part he was to play in this story yet, but he foresaw himself interposing his authority again shortly.After the lead hobgoblin was taken down by one of Caster's spells, the battle didn’t stop. More monsters were still pushing forward, undeterred by their leader's fall. Samuel, the half-orc, was battling in the background, his large form covered in blood and wounds. He had been fighting off the smaller creatures for too long and was clearly reaching his limit. Despite his immense strength,
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As Caster glanced down at his belt, where his bags of holding were strapped, he began to debate with himself. Should he share his precious healing potions with these people? He had saved their lives already, but one of their group had also played a part in saving his. If not for their intervention earlier Caster could have easily ended up as monster food after blacking out. The decision wasn’t easy—his stock of potions was limited and they were difficult to replace.While Caster stood lost in thought, the soft voices of the moon elves nearby broke through his concentration. He turned his attention toward them. The taller man, clearly in pain, was doing his best to mask his concern as he hovered protectively over the body of his bodyguard, Nedu, who lay bleeding out on the cold ground. The wound was deep, and Caster could see that if it wasn’t treated soon, infection could set in, making the situation even more dire."If only I didn’t have this damn collar on," the man, who Caster no
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Caster pulled at the head bandage and looked lifelessly at the fatigued man on the ground, his retainer who had been recently in battle. The man was still holding the sword firmly and nervously throughout his body shakiness, maybe he did not want to personally release the sword at all.Well, can you give me back my sword also?” I kind of need it…" Caster raised an eyebrow and stepped forward offering out his hand, his tone hard but steady.Two men looked rather at each other without any inclination to start the conversation or make a step forward. Caster just stood there, hand outstretched and with a look of silent expectation after the man said what he has to say. At last, the moon elven man, named as Aredhel, came forward to end up the silence. He only came to his senses from the earlier doze he had suffered due to the shock he got when the collar failed."Return his sword, Nedu. Her words were said not loudly but the confidence in her tone caused him to stop in his tracks, “It do
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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
