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Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 188
A sharp blade was pointed straight at his face from the side as an assailant emerged from the shadows.“Tch…” the bandit grunted, instinctively moving his head back.It was a dark-skinned moon elf with silver hair glinting in the faint light. He didn’t just back away; he lunged forward, his blade flashing with each thrust aimed at the large bandit.“Come on! Is that all you’ve got?” The bandit taunted, gritting his teeth as he deflected the strikes with his large ax. Dropping Oksana, he turned already red-eyed and with a fierce expression looked around.“Why the hell are you here?” He was not completely clothed: the trousers were not properly pulled on, and the bulky two handed ax was hold firmly in his left hand. When he got out of the house, what he saw was sheer lawlessness.“The Y years Ye have spent are lost! Look at this mess!”; the man’s temper was only becoming worse. The buildings are on fire, and some of my men are groaning in pain. This can’t be happening!”He looked ar
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 189
Caster was sitting on a tree stump meant for chopping wood. He had a wooden bowl filled with red beans that he was munching on. This was the morning after the fight with the bandits.The night had been rainy, but the clouds had cleared by morning. Now, the sun was shining brightly, and thanks to the rain, the stench of blood wasn’t as bad as it could have been.While eating, Caster glanced over at the pile of corpses in the middle of the village, which was more like a small encampment of farmers. He was busy pulling the last dead bandit toward that pile.Caster tried to lighten the mood by saying, “Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, Golgrim.”Golgrim grunted and dragged the body a bit more. “Sure, but it’s nothing I can’t deal with.” It’s just cleaning up the mess.”Caster raised an eyebrow. “Messy job for a messy bunch.” I’m sure you’ve got questions about all this, so how are you feeling about all this?”“My voice is gruff, but I’ve seen worse,” Golgrim replied. “These
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 190
While finishing up with his food, Caster thought back to the previous night and how it went. “What a crazy night,” he murmured to himself, recalling the tension. “We pulled it off. Gosh, I can’t believe it.”A fast action plan had been made before they began heading into the occupied village. Caster knew he needed to use the veiling scroll shadow-spell with him. “This will help us sneak in,” he told Nedu, who nodded, ready to follow.“Yeah, it’s perfect for hiding in the shadows,” Nedu replied, glancing around cautiously. The spell granted them invisibility in dark places, making them practically invisible to the bandits.“It’s painful to use so many resources,” Caster said, frowning as he looked at the scrolls. “But we have to do it. We can’t afford to fail.”Nedu agreed. “We’re risking a lot, but it’s worth it to save the villagers.”Caster used up most of his magic rune scrolls and detonation ones. Both he and his elven helper planted those magic runes in front of the village house
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 191
Dead people lay all around them, and people wept over the dead bodies of their lost loved ones, and there Caster stood, silent. Tears down their cheeks as some gently draped cloths over the faces of the deceased. Caster could feel a deep sense of unease settling in his chest, not just from witnessing the grief, but from what it meant for his own future. He thought, ‘That could be me one day, lying there, helpless.’ The thought gnawed at him. If he wanted to avoid ending up like the unfortunate victims here, he had to get stronger. His current abilities weren’t enough. Not even close. The world was a place of danger, and danger could drop on you from anywhere, at any time.He stood there lost in thought; a voice snapped him back to the present. "We’ll be moving soon. What are you going to do?" Nedu, the moon elf, approached and Caster turned to see him. The armor of Nedu was a sloppily looted collection of bandits we fought earlier. The colors weren’t right, the design was all over
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 192
After considering the elf’s offer again, Caster stood still. He frowned slightly, 'Then would I have enough freedom in the land of elves to do what I wanted to do?' He was also a human, making him easily looked down upon in their society in areas where they themselves perceived themselves as superior. He had heard enough stories about how humans were often treated poorly in some elven territories, viewed as second-class citizens or worse. The idea of living like that didn't sit well with him.'I don't want to be in a situation where I'm constantly being belittled or treated like I'm lesser than them.' He thought with a shake of his head. Besides, the thought of getting tangled up with the elven council of elders didn't seem appealing at all. “They're probably no different from the noble courts here,” he muttered under his breath, glancing briefly at Aredhel and Nedu. He was sure that, like most places where power gathered, there were likely shady deals happening behind the scenes,
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 193
Caster reflected on his journey so far. "First, there was that trio of guys I met in my first city," he thought. 'Then, I encountered a half-demon, a demon manager, and his moon elven bodyguard.’ And let’s not forget those three guys I briefly interacted with during the Gorgonite monster disaster. Each of them seemed peculiar from his viewpoint.'But maybe I am the weird one here…' He shook his head, trying to shake off the thought.With a sigh, he stood up from the tree stump where he had been resting. He strolled over to one of the remaining caravans, which was almost packed and ready to leave. As he approached, he heard a familiar voice call out, “Ah, Jarul, is it? We will be able to depart soon; we’re just waiting for everyone to finish their meal.” Caster turned to see the coachman, a sturdy man with a kind face who had been keeping an eye on the group. ‘How many are left’, he asked, looking back to where some survivors had gathered to eat.'The coachman nodded grimly,' facing
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 194
They didn’t worry about the commoners complaining. The nobles were only interested in how they appeared to one another. If bad rumors started spreading about their territory, they would begrudgingly act to protect their image.“There’s just one way to make most of the nobles act,” Caster thought to himself. “And that’s money. They’ll protect their money-making businesses with great dedication. But places like this village? They just get ignored.”“I guess you are right; I’ll wait in the carriage,” the coachman said, waving his hand at Caster as he walked away.Caster climbed into the back of the carriage and settled in. From his spot, he could see the villagers packing up. They were loading their carts, and he noticed that the caravan was getting bigger. *This time around,* he mused, *I might have to take a more active role in defending it.*Before they departed, the elven duo and the half-orc approached his wagon. It was time for them to say their finaly goodbyes. Caster could see th
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 195
Caster glanced down at the road beneath the caravan’s wheels. It had changed. The rough, uneven dirt track they had been following for days was now a smooth, paved road. The change in the road’s surface was a clear sign—they were finally nearing a larger city. This also meant they were most likely leaving behind the lawless lands filled with bandits and monsters.“It’s about time,” Caster muttered under his breath. The constant tension from looking over his shoulder was getting old.Though the attack of the bandits happened more than a day ago the atmosphere in the caravan remained tense. The faces of other people surrounding him resembled concern, and too many of the people seemed to have not rest at all. Caster understood well that their minds still held the image of the ambush. He could see it in their tightened fists, in their staring at every murmur in bush as if they were expecting it.“Vigilant as ever,” Caster mumbled to himself, disapprovingly. “Not that I can blame them.”
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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