Chapter 50
Author: Ye Above Story
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Caster woke up at dawn, feeling stiff from sleeping on the floor instead of his bed. Rubbing his sore neck, he contemplated the ache and wondered if this was what old age felt like.

The sun was just beginning to rise, indicating he had some time before breakfast at the inn. Caster began to think about the men who he was together with.

He hoped that they had successfully sold the treasure they took from the man who had attacked him the day before.

Reviewing his new skills, he noted two were for crafting. The first one was quite basic for a Mana Scribe, but the second one which was magic based enticed him all the more. It appeared more offensive compared to typical crafting skills.

Caster was puzzled over receiving Basic Magic Mastery, a skill different from the magiccraft necessary for advancing to Mage and requiring a blacksmith background.

Deciding to check his stats, he opened his status screen:

Name: Caster

Level: 28

Tier 1 Mage Level 25 [Secondary]

Tier 1 Magic Mana Scribe Lev
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