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Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 211
There was an earthquake that signaled its creation with a burst of smoke and flames in the distance, making the air tense with uncertainty.Did you see that?" whispered one of the adventurers standing next to Caster, pulling the sleeve of his robe and trying to focus on the horizon. "That looked… big."“Seems like that” said Caster Seriously feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins. He realised that he was not the only man possessing such thoughts envisioning what kind of situation might be expected of them in Lowfield.‘The lowfield that they had come to make some fame in, as salesmen and other professionals, looked relatively rawer than they had seen it.’ Structures appeared to sag and the pavements crumbled in the lack of efforts, coupled by the dust accrued at each spot. All the adventurers looked the same: they looked at each other and, moving forward in lockstep, approached the gates. There were two soldiers on the patrol, but they both seemed terribly bored and out of plac
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As Caster trudged further into Lowfield, he shifted his eyes around the rather tight, but utterly distinct streets in terms of the divide between the haves and the have-nots. Getting nearer the mayor’s house he saw more dressed up folks– the demarcation line between the haves and have nots. Lowfield’s society was still taking shape, and it intrigued him how much could shift here, given the right influence.The town's governor wasn’t a noble, and that fact alone had drawn Caster here. From what he’d heard, the true lord of these lands, a noble residing in a much larger city, was almost a stranger to this place. Instead, a subordinate, someone not of noble blood, oversaw Lowfield. It was precisely this lack of noble involvement that made Caster choose Lowfield for his operations. Negotiating with nobility was tiresome; a commoner might be more practical, less prideful—though potentially greedy, so caution was warranted.As he approached the adventurer's guild, a familiar sight, he imm
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 213
So, after counting all the possibilities, Caster decided to join the line led by the sun elf not because he wished to flirt , to talk to her but because he thought he would be the one to cross the rules if he wanted to. Because of renovation, loud noises and crowding, he had to spend 45 minutes in the store before he could get to the front though his muscles were aching and his spirit remained firm."Good afternoon! The Lowfield Adventurer’s Guild – glad to see you! How can I assist you today?" The elf smiled at Caster warmly and though the man looked weary, his eyes had the brilliance of a man who wakes up every morning happy to go to work.Caster made sure he maintained a very non-threatening tone of voice. There’s also a small joker tailored to adventurers: “I’d like to have an adventurer’s card made”. Oh, my old one I have misplaced it somewhere along the process.”I was deep into my storytelling, getting fully involved in the rules I had just established in this fantastical wor
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 214
Caster looked at the guild agreement from the palm of his hand and read the policy on the job fees section. He had not thought that deductions could go that high, much less for beginners and low-tier adventurers. Needless to say, inexperienced players paid much more to the guild than veteran players who were offered comparatively better rates.“Oh, I suppose it does,” he said half-voice. “Why should an organization put in too much effort in people who have not had the opportunity to demonstrate their worth?”He looked at the adventurers standing in queues. Some were big, burly and imposing maybe they were officers with marks of previous threats to their lives on their faces, the second batch were young and probably new in the system but maybe lacked the understanding of the tragic incidents that would be facing as they just joined workplace. Lowfield Guild was bustling with newcomers eager to rise, but Caster knew most would wash out long before reaching the top.Just then, an elf re
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Caster felt a stirring in his loins like a great beast that stirred just moments before springing forth as he edged closer to the guild counter. For once the direction to follow was well defined and this social media has never been the same again since then. There was no stringent regulation with regards to the kind of person that could become an adventurer in the guild. Alright, they might give you a second glance if you were an ex-con, but other than that, only posted getaway car drivers and folks with outstanding warrants were similarly turned away. Caster took a steadying breath, confident he wouldn’t be turned away this time.“Mr. Wayland, is it?” Caster looked up. An elven man stood at the counter, flipping through the forms he’d just filled out. He raised an eyebrow, glancing over each line carefully, as if committing every detail to memory. Caster had kept his answers simple; his real classes were hidden just enough to avoid trouble. “Mana Scribe” looked less suspicious than
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 216
The doors to the adventurer’s guild swung open, and a man wearing a helmet stepped in, taking slow, deliberate strides. Caster wore dark blue brigandine armor, complete with greaves and leather boots in a similarly dark shade, making him blend well with the shadows of the dimly lit guild hall.He could feel the familiar warmth building underneath his armor, partly from the effort and partly from the layers beneath it. A thin layer of cloth armor hugged his body under the brigandine, doing its job a bit too well, as beads of sweat began forming on his forehead, itching under the weight of his helmet. “Ugh, this heat…” he murmured thinking to himself while he cast his eyes around the room. “It must be quite warm in the dungeon if it is even warmer than this, then you will be roasted in your outfit.”It bothered him and that phrase resounded in his head; he determined to solve it. ‘Perhaps I should cast a chilling magic into this armor, cool it down a little I guess nobody noticed’, he
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Caster still preferred to go with the other option—buying it fully for himself. He had already thought about a couple of things he wanted to install in his new workshop. “Freedom of choice,” he muttered to himself, “without a nosy landlord telling me what I can and can't do.”He was in good spirits. For now, houses in this world didn’t cost as much as in his old one. “With the number of coins I have, I should be able to get a sizable home and even allow for some renovations,” he mused, a smile creeping onto his face.As usual, he took his time. The town was new to him, as were the people living in it. He glanced to the left of the street as he walked past some shops. Carriages moved back and forth slowly, their wheels creaking under the weight of goods, while the people hurried along, clearly busy with their work.“Look at them,” he thought, observing several men carrying heavy wooden logs and various building materials. Scaffolds were being set up in front of old buildings undergoin
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On the inside, Caster could see several people standing around, holding papers. There were wooden benches for sitting and even a small window that looked like where a receptionist should be.He walked over to that window and waited for the person in front of him to finish. The receptionist was a human male, a man of about forty-years old, looking rather exhausted, with a tired look on his face, which barely curled into a nod upon Wade’s arrival.“Wor can I serve you?” the man said, most of the heartlessness gone from his voice and replaced by fatigue. Caster could clearly see that he had been answering similar questions all day long.“This has to be the place for real estate or something like that,” Caster answered, still pretending not to be scared for his life. “Simple ‘I would like to purchase an acre or two, with a dwelling on it.” Ideally, it should be...” He got a moment to think for a second.The man steeped back and folded his arms in his chair. “We get a lot of inquiries. Can
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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
