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Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 172
It was lucky that the Bocanach creatures ignored him for now. This gave Caster ample time to use the wand he had repaired just the day before. “Here goes nothing!” he murmured, pointing it at the nearest creature. The energy bolted with lots of head as the shot from the wand collided with one of the goat heads. The scream that came from the monster was extremely terrifying. That sound ricocheted through the jagged earth and made Caster shudder.As Caster stared at Nedu he realized the right time had come for him to act. He doesn’t strike!Surprisingly Nedu failed to advance towards a defeating strike. He stayed close to Aredhel, looking nervous. “I can’t leave you, my lord!” Nedu said, glancing back at the moon elf, his eyes filled with worry. “What if something happens if I go too far?”“Tch…” Caster clicked his tongue in frustration. “You need to protect the mage!” He fired off another spell towards the other monster. This one dodged slightly to the side, but not without losing a
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 173
On the way, the new party visited the crash site, or what remained of it. Caster hoped they might find some useful provisions.“Maybe there are supplies we can use,” he said, scanning the area with a mix of hope and concern.The half-elf looked around and frowned. “It doesn’t look promising. I can’t even smell any food.”To Caster’s dismay, the only things they found were scraps of metal and wood scattered around. Suddenly, more monsters appeared, and they quickly sprang into action.“Look out!” shouted the male moon elf swordsman, drawing his blade. “We can’t let them surround us!”“Get ready!” Caster called, preparing his spells. With quick teamwork, they cleared out the creatures without too much trouble, but Caster felt uneasy. “We should be careful. It is unclear to us how many more individuals may be waiting ahead.When the battle ended Caster gazed towards the looming mountain overhead. The thick fog made it difficult to see the trail they fell from.He asked if the others beli
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 174
“Hey… are you being serious now?” Caster asked, his voice dripping with disbelief as he stared at Nedu.Caster’s face twitched as he observed Nedu inspecting Aredhel for what felt like the hundredth time. Golgrim was nearby, receiving treatment from the acolyte, his body marred with even more bite and claw marks than usual. The sight made Caster wince.“What do you mean?” Caster caught Nedu's gaze over as he frowned. Minas shifted out of the way clearly agitated by the surrounding commotion.Do you two aim to endanger us all? Caster shouted while crossing his arms and staring directly at the moon elf and half-orc.Will he catch fire if you ignore him for a second? Caster burst out in anger while his anger reached a climax.Nedu faced Caster sharply and bared his annoyance. In all sincerity I want to thank you for your contributions Mr. Jarul. But I cannot abandon Lord Aredhel! What if some creature sneaks up on him while he’s defenseless? I couldn’t live with myself if anything hap
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 175
Caster wasn’t entirely sure, but he had an idea why this was happening. When he removed the slave collar from Aredhel, he took a moment to analyze the elf lord’s stats. One stat, in particular, stood out—Aredhel’s charisma. It was unusually high, even for someone of his stature. His charisma stat was over twenty points, which was quite remarkable.Charisma worked differently from other stats. It didn’t climb as high as strength or agility, for instance. Most people had a charisma rating between ten and fourteen. If it went above that range, it meant the person had some unique charm or magnetism. Aredhel’s charisma was 24, a number that made Caster take notice. Caster could even feel the effect of it himself, although his high willpower allowed him to resist. He had read about how someone with very high charisma could influence others in strange, subtle ways. It wasn’t unlike being under a mind control spell. If a person had a low willpower stat or was particularly susceptible, the
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 176
Caster looked sternly at the half-orc, Golgrim, and couldn’t help but feel like he was a teacher in a kindergarten class. He glanced at Aredhel, the moon elf, and felt like the elf was his assistant teacher. Golgrim, despite his massive size and strength, acted like a child sometimes. The moment Caster reprimanded him, Golgrim’s face fell, and he began to sulk like a little kid who had just been told off.He collapsed on the ground and began poking a monster corpse with a stick while overlook everything else in his vicinity. Caster exhaled in annoyance and touched his forehead. He opened his mouth but Aredhel interrupted him before he finished.Approaching the half-orc quietly like a caring adult the elven man began a soft conversation. In a calm tone he addressed Golgrim and told him everything was alright. “It’s okay. Mr. Jarul didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. He just needs you to listen to him from now on, alright?”Golgrim looked up at Aredhel, his large, green hands still h
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 177
Golgrim swung his large wooden club at the monster, which received the attack with its razor-sharp appendage. “Come on! I can take you!” Golgrim shouted, trying to intimidate the beast.It was debatable which of these two had more raw power, but one thing was certain: a sharp weapon like the mantis scythes far outperformed a simple wooden club. The club was sliced in half with just one swing, causing Golgrim to lose balance.“Whoa! Not good!” he exclaimed as he stumbled backward. He was lucky that the force of the clash slowed the monster’s attack immensely. The creature couldn’t benefit from the exchange, but its ally wasn’t far behind. A bolt of energy traveled towards it, giving Golgrim enough time to counterattack.“Now’s my chance!” Golgrim yelled, gripping his fists tight.While the half-orc engaged his enemy in hand-to-hand combat, Nedu used the opportunity to strike the beast’s side. “Hey, ugly! Over here!” Nedu insulted and rapidly chopped off two legs before maneuvering a
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 178
The party of four set up camp near a shallow cave. They were fortunate enough to discover that it was only occupied by a single giant spider-like monster. “Well, that’s a relief,” Golgrim grunted as he looked at the cave’s entrance. "I was expecting worse in a place like this."“Yeah don’t get too comfortable just yet” said Caster as he immediately threw a fire blast spell into the cave.The fiery spell was on mark this time and in few instances the creature was engulfed in flames. “Oh, yea it cooked real nice,” Nedu murmured sarcastically, as he looked at the blackened body of the spider. This one here alone almost makes one think that it can be taken for a snack.“You kidding?” Caster asked with a scowl, and he finally twisted his face away from the smell of the burning monster. They had all seen the spider before it had been piled with on and even the half orc Golgrim, who was not particular about his food looked at the roasted spider with loathing.“Nope,” Golgrim answered, bri
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 179
Caster was going to be a Magesmith and would be able to produce all kinds of weapons and tools. "Swords are good, sure," he muttered to himself, adjusting one of the magic wands he was fixing, "but when it comes to monsters, something like a spear might be better." He thought for a moment and then stopped speaking. "A spear’s got better reach. You can stab it, stand back and it’s even more practical than swinging a sword when you’re fighting something large.”He yawned, putting the wand down on his lap which he got anther one. His mind wandered. Then, there are the ‘big boys’ That are packed to the gills with armor. Perhaps some monster with a hard sternum or a shell. Any other reasonable type of weapon will not do, so a bludgeon will have to do. That ‘phone of yours isn’t enough, you need something with a little more kick—an axe say, or a war hammer?”Golgrim who was leaning beside him sharpening his sword looked in the direction. Stop overthinking, Caster,” The alarm that Sebas t
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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
