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Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 225
‘I’ll put my tools in here…’ Caster muttered, surveying the vast, dimly lit room with a growing sense of anticipation. He allowed himself a small smile, feeling as if he were on the verge of something monumental.The space was perfect for his ambitions. “A little bit of magical adjustment, and this could be the best workshop in Lowfield,” he whispered. He imagined a forge in the corner, shelves lined with rare spell ingredients, enchanted metals, and tools he’d collected. He could practically hear the clanging of hammer on metal, feel the hum of magic in the air. "I’ll make this my base of operations. A sanctuary," he thought, eyes gleaming.But the excitement was quickly tempered by practicality. Caster began pacing, mentally mapping out where each piece of equipment might go. “I’ll need frost spells here and here,” he muttered, gesturing to the opposite ends of the room. The place had poor ventilation—anyone who attempted serious smithing here would soon be drenched in sweat. He c
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 226
Caster was determined to clean his new home, starting with every corner almost immediately. He spent minutes then hours, scrubbing the walls, the floors and even the dusty shelves. Looking at his brow as he worked, wiping each drop away, 'This place ... it just has seen better days, right?' He mumbled to himself. The task was no laughing matter, and he chuckled softly. “It’s either a fixer upper or it’s already fixed when you start, I guess you could say.”He paused halfway through cleaning, feeling the urge to practice mage crafting that he got when coming to get the manual for his mage crafting lamp. “Not without a little magical boost here,” he said aloud. He pulled his water producing wand out and stared at it thoughtfully. “If I could just adjust the flow… maybe get some pressure behind it…” He tapped his chin, thinking hard.After a bit of tinkering and a few minor spells, he finally managed it. When he activated the wand, the water stream was strong, just like a high-pressur
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 227
There was no one around to peek at him, so Caster felt free to point his new creation toward some grass as he activated it. The metallic rod glowed with a blue hue that quickly shifted to green. A thick green mist slowly emerged from the tip and began to travel forward."Looks like I did it!" he murmured, watching the mist swirl excitedly. “I really made it work this time.” His creation was a success, but he quickly realized it wouldn’t be useful in combat. The poison mist was quite slow-moving and dissipated quickly in the open air. “I guess it’s not a weapon,” he said with a sigh.To test it further, he moved to a closed-off area. He grabbed a larger jar, curious to see if the poison would linger inside without the magic dissipating immediately. Caster watched intently as the green mist filled the jar, remaining in place for about ten minutes before it started to fade.“Not bad at all,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “At least I won’t need to air it out. That’s a plus.” But then dou
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 228
The settlement in question, then named Albrook, was neither here nor there from the big busy metropolises on the island. Rolling hills, dense forests, and its inhabitants were a peaceful bunch, they liked it slow and simple.They made their living for the most part as farmers, hunters, or fishermen. Eli, an old farmer, used to say: 'I like my life the way it is.' “That’s simple and it’s enough.” But for their contentment, a persistent restlessness hung in the air like a storm cloud waiting to blow.Eli sighed in the tavern one evening and said, ‘You know, nothing exciting has gone on I wish something exciting would happen around here.’ Every day feels the same.” His voice yearned somewhat as if he were capable of changing anything he desired simply by speaking of it.Marcus nodded his agreement too, expression a mixture of sympathy and skepticism. Empty blackness shimmers around me, somehow smelling like hardened butter, and I can’t help but ask this question to myself, sending it spi
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 229
This was highly unlikely, but it was possible to encounter monsters above tier 3 in random locations if this dungeon connected to the main one. “Mapping out a dungeon can take years,” Caster thought, gazing at the thick underbrush surrounding the Albrook Dungeon. “When it’s as big as they say it is.” The canopy above was dense, and the only way in which that sunlight could penetrate at all was in small pockets of light that drifted through, colors muted and shadow thick. More experienced adventurers had already charted some beginner friendly levels. In fact, the adventurer guild even made a profit selling these maps. Caster muttered to himself, remembering stories of those who didn’t buy them. “That might cause some trouble later on.” He thought about unprepared souls suffering grim fates. Just as he got close to the dungeon he saw a man in mismatched armor falling around. Caster's eyebrow raised and he took another corner from the apple he'd bought fresh earlier, chewing slowly
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 230
As he thought about various fighting combinations, Caster finally reached his destination. The volcano puffed out black smoke intermittently, swirling into the air. The temperature increased slightly the closer he got, but it was still bearable. He’d attached a special chilling magic to his armor. “If things get too hot,” he muttered to himself, “I can lessen the burden on my body by activating it.” This magic acted like a buffing spell, lowering his mana pool by a set amount while it was active, but he trusted his instincts that it would be worth it.Moving forward, Caster noticed other adventurers milling around. Some waited for their teammates outside the entrance, while others ventured inside. A few emerged, looking worn out and weary, their faces painted with the fatigue of battle.“Hey, watch it!” shouted a rough-looking man as he bumped into Caster. The man had scratches and wounds all over his arms, clear signs of a recent encounter. “You’re not the only one trying to get in
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 231
Immediately, Caster used his debugging skill to search around the gate but was coming up empty handed. "No magic at all?" he said, scowling slightly with apparent bewilderment. Now, there was not even a hint of magic anywhere in the vicinity, and that produced a most uncomfortable sensation. He looked at some peculiar signs carved on the gate. These could be the regular enchantments he realised that there were other ways to add magic into an object- spell enchantments or seal enchantments. He bent over to look at them, half touched, half repelled, as if by some magical glass. He took a deep breath before anyone could stare at him. It was unusual for Greg to speak out loud: ‘I have to go, I have to continue,’ he said to himself. With newfound bravery he walked into the other side of the gate, a chill went through him, reminding him of all the things he’s been missing out on, all the things he has forgotten.Before them stairs went down, more steps down into the deep wearing at the ed
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 232
The dungeon air grew dense, laced with the scent of minerals and old stone, as Caster ventured deeper. The corridor walls, rough yet ancient, bore faded carvings that hinted at past adventurers or long-forgotten rituals. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the dungeon itself was watching, tracking his every step. Caster wanted this challenge exactly. It rose up the sinuses, clear and pure, and it smelled like… it felt like… another chance at treasure. His senses remained keen, remembering that whatever twist and turn brought would be something remarkable, or deadly.At times it even appeared that a chest would form, containing artifacts, weapons, or even food supplies. It was no stranger to dungeons, and he had visited many, but each one had introductions and rules, each different. The depth altered the air, making it warmer as it seemed he was going ever deeper into the volcano’s depths.Caster would swear that the ground below his feet trembled slightly. Shaking it off he moved on
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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
