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After some convincing and a lot of effort, Caleb and Andem managed to pry the hammer from Elvis’s strong grip. Caster struggled to even hold it, let alone swing it."I just need it for my research. I promise I won't damage it," Caster said."All you mages always do is say such before something goes wrong," Elvis said in response to Caster's request.Elvis finally agreed to lend him the hammer but with a condition. "Okay, okay. I’ve heard you, you can have it, but I'm staying in the room with you."Caster shrugged, seeing the upside in not having to lug the heavy hammer back to his inn room. Caleb and Andem decided they weren't interested in watching Caster experiment with magic and headed off."I'll check if there are any good escort missions on the notice board. How about we meet up at the tavern later?" Caleb said as they left to prepare for their departure.The hours that followed were quiet. Elvis placed the hammer on the floor, doubting the flimsy table could support its weight.
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 53
Caster sat at the train station as he looked out on the end of this chapter in his life. He was nervous yet excited about the future that was in front of him. He knew he was about to embark on a journey filled with possibilities."Heh, finally awake, Elvis. You can take your hammer back now," Caster said with a mischievous grin."What! No wine?" Elvis said as he took a moment to realize he had been tricked. With narrowed eyes, he swiftly put Caster in a headlock, rubbing his head with his knuckles teasingly."Why you little!" he exclaimed playfully.Caster, caught off guard but not intimidated, endured the teasing and pleaded for mercy. Elvis eventually released him, leaving his hair tousled. After making sure his hammer was in order, Elvis reflected on the playful encounter."Was I always this childish?" Caster wondered to himself. He felt an unusual urge to prank Elvis, like plugging his nose or splashing water on his face, which was out of character for him. He began to contemplat
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 54
As Caster neared Winterfell, he noticed a gradual shift in climate, the air cooling with a hint of autumn and the landscape becoming rugged with rocky formations and rising altitudes.Approaching the city, which was built into a massive mountain, he observed scattered mine shafts emitting wisps of smoke in the distance. Crossing a large bridge spanning a deep gorge, Caster marveled at how the city seamlessly integrated with the mountain, reminiscent of the dwarven cities he had read about in fantasy books.Exiting the train filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement, Caster felt uncertain yet hopeful about this new place and the opportunities it might offer. Though he arrived alone without companions, he recalled the brief time spent with the three men fondly. The tolling of a bell drew his attention to two figures clad in worn white robes adorned with faded yellow patterns and a prominent sun symbol—a clear sign of the Mages of the Sun, dedicated to the Goddess Justus. He un
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 55
Caster woke up earlier than expected to the lively sounds of Winterfell, a city bustling with activity far beyond what he was used to in Carwen. Despite feeling groggy from the long train journey, he managed to get up and leave his room, carrying all his belongings in his spatial bag. Breakfast at the inn was simple and plain, lacking the usual seasoning found in meals common to the locals.Noticing the small demon man already up and about, Caster decided to avoid him, recalling his short temper from their previous encounter. Eager to explore beyond the inn and the adventurer's guild, Caster set out to find a general store that specialized in items for scribes. His aim was to buy paper or blank scrolls, preferably made from monster skin, which he thought might be easier to write on compared to rougher materials.As he navigated the bustling city streets, Caster reflected on his nearly six years in this world, half of which had been spent adventuring. He valued the diversity among
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Caster listened intently as the shop owner explained the grading system for scrolls, which differed from that of magic spells. Scrolls were rated based on the amount of magical power infused during their creation rather than their craftsmanship quality. A special device verified these ratings before assigning prices."Thank you," Caster nodded in understanding before deciding to explore the store further. His mission was to gather supplies for his own scroll crafting endeavors. He found what he needed: magic ink, crude monster skin scrolls, a pencil, and sketching paper. These items were chosen for their affordability compared to the more luxurious magic paper made from rare woods.After purchasing ten blank scrolls for a total of 9 small silver coins, Caster calculated that selling them at the shop's mana arrow scroll price would yield minimal profit, especially considering the cost of magic ink. Thinking about his financial situation, he began seriously considering finding emplo
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 57
Caster sat wearily on a bench outside yet another establishment in the bustling city, the sun sinking low on the horizon. His day of searching for employment had been more disheartening than he had anticipated. Initially, the offer of a six-year contract with its ominous magical consequences seemed like the lesser evil, until he encountered even harsher terms elsewhere. Some contracts demanded daily quotas of spell scrolls, while others required him to work endless hours throughout the week without any respite."I've made a grave mistake..."He had assumed that a large city like this would be brimming with opportunities, but reality had been a harsh teacher. The established shops seemed to cooperate to keep new talent like him in check, setting prices for materials and purchasing only intermediate-level spell scrolls that guaranteed profit. The prospect of selling his own scrolls independently seemed bleak, as these shops likely wouldn't offer fair prices or even consider buying f
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 58
Caster sat wearily on a bench outside a building, reflecting on his day of fruitless job hunting as the sun dipped toward the horizon. He had expected better luck, but each job prospect came with more demanding conditions than the last. Some contracts demanded impossible quotas, while others required relentless hours without respite."I've really underestimated how tough it is to find work here..."He had envisioned the city offering myriad opportunities, yet he found the established shops colluding to suppress newcomers like him, controlling the market for spell scrolls and dictating prices. Trying to sell his own scrolls independently felt like an uphill battle.The curses attached to some contracts weighed heavily on his mind. A mana reduction curse could severely hinder his magical abilities, a risk he couldn't afford to take.His original plan to work as a scribe for a year, refining his skills and saving for a class change crystal, now seemed daunting. No shop was willing to
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 59
It was a bustling afternoon at the Zen Auction House, where workers hurried about, bringing items for appraisal into the back rooms. In this world governed by a game-like system, appraising the true value of objects relied on high identification skills or enchanted items that aided in appraisal—investments requiring mana, like any other magic equipment.Johnny held a unique analytical rank, equipped with an appraisal skill that made him invaluable for identifying goods at the auction house. Not every item made it to the showcase as strict rules ensured that only items above a certain value were eligible for auction. The auction house featured multiple stages categorized by item ranks, ensuring lower-tier items like basic potions didn't overshadow grander treasures like magic swords."Here you go, Johnny. This is the last item for this batch. We still need to finalize the order," a staff said, The staff placed an item at the front of Johnny's office before leaving. Johnny's assist
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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
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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
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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
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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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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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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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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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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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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
