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Transmigration Into A World With Manna 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
Transmigration Into A World With Manna 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
Transmigration Into A World With Manna 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
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 1
Caster carefully shut his magic book once he finished studying the Pythan Formula, then left the empty library. Up above, a huge crack sliced through the sky from the Nega-Storm. The sun, red as blood, cast its final light, making the city sweltering and desolate.In the heart of the city, the shelter tower still stood, its feeble light a reminder of the ancient protector who had guarded Black Sim City for centuries. Yet, it also signaled the city's imminent demise.Glassview, once vibrant with magic, is now withered due to the mana drought. In days gone by, humans wielded potent magic and even fancied themselves as gods. But now, with mana depleted, their power faded, leaving behind only dusty tomes in abandoned libraries.For Caster, those books held little significance compared to the Pythan Formula, which still held potential with a bit of mana infusion. He had dwelled in Glassview for two decades, always feeling like he'd missed out compared to its former glory.Strolling through
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 2
"What's happening today..." After Luigi spat angrily, he felt confused. He waved the paper around, but the kid didn't hurry to talk about it or beg for more time. He just sat there, looking relaxed... and strangely, he was staring at Luigi like he was a silly clown.Luigi wanted to threaten the kid to make him beg, but he couldn't. Seeing his nephew again after so long made him feel he needed to be strong."It doesn't matter," he finally said. "Either you pay your debt now, or you use the house. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone at the Union. Let's see who will do business with your chamber after that!"These words worried the old butler. Luigi's threat was scary. The chamber was struggling, but it could recover. Giving the contract to the Union would hurt their reputation.The old butler's face turned pale, and his hand shook.But Caster stayed calm, joking with the old butler, "I told you uncle was worried! He's already thinking no one will do business with us.""Young Master, you joke,
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 3
The Gilded Rose stood on Limelight main street, the most bustling area of Rebillion City. But with the decline of the Spectral Lime chamber of commerce, it was now deserted. The three peak alchemists had left, taking valuable materials because they hadn't been paid.But in reality, what the clerks took was worth ten times their salary. They only left behind the cheapest reagents.The Spectral Lime chamber of commerce couldn't pay their salaries at that point. Luigi's eight thousand gold couldn't even cover it, let alone the tens of thousands owed to the alchemists.With the clerks leaving one by one, taking bits and pieces with them, the once prestigious Gilded Rose became a mere shadow of its former self. If not for the old butler's quick action to seal the warehouse, even the remaining cheap reagents might have been taken.When Caster entered the Gilded Rose, it was empty and dusty, a far cry from its former splendor. Raymond sighed, pity evident on his face.But inside, Raymond fel
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 4
What a mistake! If he had thought about it earlier, he wouldn’t have used Frost. After all, Frost is just a control spell with not much power. It would have been better to use a spell like Flame Burst! Even if that guy had a magic tool that could resist magic, it wouldn’t have been easy for him to stop Flame Burst. Just the blast from Flame Burst would have knocked him down. The stress had made Raymond forget why he used Frost in the first place."Okay, this was unexpected, but Flame Burst will fix it!" Raymond told himself before casting Flame Burst. He seemed very calm this time. He didn't shorten the chant or gestures and just chanted his spell confidently. Even the way he arranged the elements spinning in his mana whirlpool was textbook. If a strict teacher saw his spell, they wouldn't find any mistakes."There won't be any surprises this time," Raymond thought confidently.But the result was...Before Raymond finished casting, he heard a sharp whistle pass by his ear. It felt
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 5
"What do I gotta do?" Raymond asked.“I need some magic stuff. Here's the list, can you help me get it?” Caster handed Raymond the list.After making the Therion Potions, Caster stayed inside, unhappy with his Tornado Whips' performance. He questioned if he had cast them correctly.Thinking about Sifa Spellbound's long apprenticeship and lack of talent, Caster realized he wasn't naturally skilled. Despite using better mana control to become a Mage, his body's flaws persisted.These flaws would cause problems in future advancements, making it harder for Caster to become a better mage. If he didn't fix them soon, they'd only get worse.Luckily, Caster had two options: change mana flow with meditation or use a potion to strengthen his body. The potion was faster but needed expensive materials.But there was no hurry. Caster figured he had time before becoming a Great Mage to learn more about this world.Raymond was eager to help again, with no time to relax during his ten-day break. He r
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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
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
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
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
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
- Transmigration Into A World With Manna
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
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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
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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
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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
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Chapter 238
Caster climbed the winding stairs stone 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 has 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
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Chapter 237
Caster met them along the way quite often, which slowed down his progress. As he fought, he had to wait for them to finish before he could move on. “Hey, Caster! Need a hand?” one adventurer called out, swinging a sword at a monster.“No thanks! I’m good,” Caster replied, keeping his eyes on the battle ahead. He knew he could be accused of stealing if he forced his way through. Caster wished to avoid conflict with others, at least for now. He didn’t want to risk incurring their wrath or losing potential allies. “Once I get a silver-grade card, things will be different,” he thought. With higher levels, prestige wouldn’t be far behind, and the dynamics of encounters would shift dramatically.The level wasn’t that large; if someone knew the way, they could stroll past most dangers and quickly descend to the second level. Caster recalled hearing about hidden paths that only seasoned adventurers were aware of. These shortcuts could be the difference between life and death, especially dee
