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Caster had to do a double take as he approached the man, realizing just how dramatically large the guy was. He couldn’t recall anyone with such impressive physical assets—not anyone who looked as fit and muscular as this swashbuckling figure. He was a tall muscle man with broad shoulders and a large chest, very conspicuous especially during the rowdy sailors seen around the harbour. For a second, Caster stood there staring, albeit blankly, but then it was not important to him – he had more important fish to fry.The man was barking out orders in Parkers direction, his voice loud over the sounds of the harbour’s traffic.“Move yer arses! We don’t 'ave all day! ‘Sundown’s fast approach and we have to be gone by that time.’Caster moved slowly closer to the man, finally making out that he has a not-so-normal way of speaking. He was almost sure it resembled the caricature of a pirate from the fairytales that his parents used to read to him. He wasn’t so prejudicial about accents as to th
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"Yeah, raise the anchor!"Standing atop the ship, Jake shouted loudly and unclear, but his words were pleasant to the ears, an indication of authority; the crew had started pulling up iron chains. The sound of the anchor as it came up scraping the side of the boat let everyone know that it was time to go. The ship was for itself a robust, big caravel with merchant and material logistic character. Due to wonders of spatial magic it could accommodate as many goods as it wanted without becoming overloaded or giving up space for crew or passengers. This meant that despite the large amount of cargo it transported, there was sizeable space left on the ship and everybody saw a diverse traffic on the ship. Among them, Caster was standing, leaning with his back against a wooden railing on the main deck and watching until the last sight of the fading port. He lingered on one side of the door way, different from the other passengers that were in groups of two or three. Many of them had friend
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 202
Caster might have looked young to most, but in truth, he was mentally far older than the man standing before him, who appeared to be in his late twenties. Caster knew that with a high enough vitality stat, his real age could be significantly greater than it seemed on the outside. A part of him had wondered if Jake needed more than conversation but Caster was not willing to be used for such.This was a cast of unknowns, and all he had was Jake and, even that was a mere recognition. Yes, getting into bed after the recent bandit attack sounded good, but Caster was not the kind of woman simple pass the night of lust settlement kind.“Come on, mate,” Jake repeated rather thickly, he had spent hours drinking rum now. And now it goes to be a long trip and there ain’t much else t’ do in this town. Jus' relax, ‘ave a drink.”Jake had arrived on this occasion with something in mind, a big bottle of rum in his hand. He took a swig, his breath sour and heavy with the scent of alcohol. The sharp
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 203
Caster paced along the deck, eyes narrowed as he watched the horizon. The creature they had just slain was something he’d never seen before—a bizarre, elongated fish with writhing tentacles. For a moment, when it surfaced, he had thought it was the legendary Kraken. But it turned out to be something else, some kind of freakish sea beast no one had ever spoken about. Before he could analyze it further, Jake had already swung his saber down with a sharp, commanding “Fire!” The cannons roared to life, launching a barrage at the creature. After the smoke was settled Caster looked on as the cannon balls flew through the air to strike their targets for some and fall into the sea others. Even then, it was only too obvious that they had to steer the ship at the same time that they aimed their cannons. This monstrous creature clearly noticed us, it roared loudly and flailed some appendages that was sticking out from the water. For a moment Caster prepared himself for it to attack perhaps st
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The promised land was there. Two long, long weeks had passed, but finally Caster was at Calagan Island. It nearly broke his heart, yet that fear and relief and excitement were coursing through it. It was just a little port town, a place between Chicago and his location, and he was so close. He almost felt like his dream was tangible. Already, he could imagine his brand new workshop, gone so high over the Winterfell workshop he’d left behind. He whispered to himself that it would be bigger: rows and rows of tools, precious metals, magical items. The future was bright. With his own two hands, all he had to do was reach out and grab it.Jake, the first mate, shot him a question with the look as he stepped off the ship. "You sure about this?" Leaning forward at top speed, Jake called out, roughly but with concern. "Not the friendliest place for newcomers for Calagan."A tired smile waved him off Caster. "I’ll be fine. Thanks for the ride, Jake."Jake just gave a short nod and hesitated a
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Their title wouldn’t be hereditary, as they could only earn the right to be a knight by proving their worth in combat. Even though there was blatant racism involved in the process, some still took the nobles up on the offer. Such temptations in form of good pay and a steady stream of employment were difficult to resist.‘Well what do you expect, you just cut people with swords, do what you are told, and yes, it pays,’ Caster had heard one of the recruits fairly early in the day. Helping nook was that much better than running after monsters in a dungeon with your sword out.The downside? You were essentially owned. You sacrificed liberty and bowed to every order of the noble you were in the service of. But for the many it was a trade they were willing to make.He went ahead on some distance; he tried hard not to look at the potentials aspiring knights lining up on a long queue. He was mostly used to the strangeness of this world, yet every now and then, something new would pop up that
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“I can polish it a bit and put some enchantments on it to boost my stats,” Caster mumbled to himself, holding the helmet up to the dim light of the room. His fingers traced the edges of the steel, feeling the smoothness where the metal curved. “It’ll do the job… for now.”He looked over the helmet from top to bottom. There was some room for mana stones on the inside, just enough to place a few carefully. If he positioned them directly above his head, the magical stones wouldn’t get knocked loose, staying secure in the magical structure. It was a simple but effective idea—one that could make all the difference in the heat of battle.“I could place a few on the outside too,” he thought aloud, rubbing his chin. “But how to make sure they don’t fall off?” He recalled hearing about alchemic glue, something rare but powerful, designed specifically to bond objects without blocking mana flow. With that, he wouldn’t need to wedge the stones in mechanically. He could just stick them on, and t
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The magical traps were carefully placed by the door and the only window in the room. If anyone dared to come through, they would trigger a powerful explosion. Caster was not one to take any chances not after what he had been through.“That’s all I can do now” Caster rasped to himself as he looked over the positioning of these traps. “They should hold… I hope.”Even with the traps in place, he made sure to activate a mana shield around himself, just in case. If the trap blew up, he did not want to be pin cushioned by wooden fragments sticking to him. He had seen them worse but this time he decided that he did not want to be in for a shock.Wasting the night, Caster was sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to groaning and other sounds. Even though he kept the window shut, he could hear the wind blowing outside, and a creak of the wooden planks in the walls of the inn. He glanced out of the window and he was half expecting to see a shadow crossing onto the other side. And yet toni
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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
