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Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 86
Caster began bending the end of the handle’s taper over the rounded far edge of the anvil.Then he started shaping it, a process called scrolling. He did this by holding the rod flat on the anvil and hammering back towards himself.This would give the handle a nice curved shape, which was needed for this type of ladle.His hand grew tired, and his stamina points dropped. He kept bending the handle until it formed a proper scroll. He then bent the end further, about 45 degrees to one side over the far side of the anvil, to create a ring at the end. He placed the little loop in the anvil’s spike and finished shaping the handle with more hammer strikes before quenching it.With the handle now done, he moved on to the other end where the oval ladle would attach. The sounds of hammering metal continued while Caster sweated. After some time, he shaped the other end well enough and then needed to punch holes through it.The tool for this was a punch, which looked like a large nail but was
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 87
The sand kept running out, and Caster began to feel dizzy. Even after resting and regaining some mana, he was reaching his limit.Caster had to reach for his reserves even now. His face turned pale, and it felt like nails were being driven into his ears, but he kept hammering.**Ladle of Lesser Fire Resistance [Lesser: Lowest, High]**He managed to finish without passing out and got a strange rating for his item. Within it was both the higher and lower grade. The lesser part likely referred to the rank of the item, which was low because it was just a plain iron ladle. The high part was probably because the magic he forged was of high quality, but the ladle itself was barely passable.He was transported back to his room after passing his second tier 1 class change. He was now a magical magesmith. Before he could celebrate, he had to grab his waste bin and vomit his supper into it. His mana had dropped to 1%.He swiftly moved over to his spatial bag and pulled out a mana potion, whic
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 88
Caster yawned and turned his head to the side. His head was sticking out from under a blanket, and he could feel a cold breeze coming in through the window.He got up, stretched, and yawned again, his eyes still a bit heavy. Over the years, he had gained some freedom, but he was still used to waking up early.Today was different. The new workshop he was promised was opening.He was going to work there instead of at Exeor’s Magic Emporium. As a magical magesmith, he needed more space to practice his smithing skills.The manager had kept his promise, and today, Caster would move to the new workshop. He was going to live there, so he wouldn’t need his room at the inn anymore.The new place had a small bedroom for him. He wouldn’t get it for free, though; he had to pay rent and still produce at least ten spell scrolls a week.He wasn’t thrilled about the increased workload. He wanted to improve his smithing skills. Caster’s scribing skills were not able to advance anymore till he got a ti
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 89
This wasn't a regular house; it was probably a small warehouse. It had a two-story storage area and a small office, which would be his living quarters.Just outside the warehouse stood this loading platform to help load and unload goods from carts and wagons. For heavier items, there should have been a simple hoist above the warehouse door, but there was none. There might have been a crane operated from the catwalk, but that wasn't there anymore either.Most of the building's space was for storage, giving plenty of room for various smithing tools. Right in the middle was a large anvil, which looked quite old and heavy to lift.By the wall was the heart of the smithy: the forge, with a bellows connected to it to allow him to pump more air into the fire. The forge made use of coal as fuel and was in working mode.He looked at the iron tools on the other side of the room. After going through them, he noticed some were even rusty.First, he sorted them out, bringing all the hammers to on
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Caster placed the rounded part of the nail header onto the anvil, aligning it with a circular hole. With the nearly finished nail in the header and on the anvil, he began hammering the top. Soon, the nail took its final shape, and he set it aside.Iron Nail Creation - Low - 1XP gainedHe raised an eyebrow at the experience gained. It was the lowest possible for any action, and given this was his third tier 1 class, this probably wasn’t the best way to level up.‘Glad I haven’t made too many tools for item-related magic.’He sighed, disappointed by the small amount of experience. At least he had made something better than ‘lowest.’ He continued making nails until he ran out of stock. He didn’t level up any of his magesmith skills yet; if he did after making simple nails, it would have been too easy.He practiced making nails while also creating spell scrolls during his downtime. He needed to keep up or improve his progress.Now that he had a workshop, he’d need to spend money on new ma
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 91
Pale monsters gathered near several piles of bones of a giant deer. It seems that the deer tried something - four dead monsters were lying besides it.The leader was a slightly larger monster with a rusty sword who commanded the others in their language. First, he wanted the best cuts of meat. He drooled as he looked at the deer moving around.Just as he was about to dig in, a blue bolt of magic flew through the air and struck the blade of his sword. The leader looked taken aback and stepped back for a moment.The other monsters got scared and started to slash the air with their old rusty swords. Even more blue bolts came down, one of which struck one of them dead.Because one of them was smarter than the other three, the leader hid behind trees. He saw who was behind this – a figure clad in black robes standing on the cliff overlooking the forest.The figure aimed a peculiar device and fired another blue beam. The leader managed to avoid the strike, but it caught him on the shoulder,
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 92
Caster examined the magesmith’s hammer he was using and frowned. The tool was wearing down quickly. Magesmithing involved channeling mana into the hammer, which slowly weakened the tool until it started to crumble.The hammer Caster was using was one he made himself. Creating his own smithing tools was good practice, but the tools he produced needed to be more adequate. Magesmithing was much harder than scribing, which mainly required good mana control. While his high dexterity helped a little with the crafting process, his low strength was holding him back. He tired quickly, and his hands shook if he hammered for too long.Now, his stamina was drained, but he had managed to repair his magical weapon. Fortunately, stamina recovered faster than mana, so he was ready to continue after five or ten minutes. The clanging sounds filled the night air, and Caster knew he had to hurry before his neighbors complained about the noise again.While Caster worked on his weapons and items, the rest
Transmigration Into A World With Manna Chapter 93
The thieves crept into the workshop, scanning the space filled with rough iron tools and items that seemed worthless. They had hoped to find something valuable, but it appeared the craftsman was just an amateur.“Doesn’t look like much, does it?” one of the thieves muttered, frowning as he kicked aside a rusty hammer.The leader of the group motioned for one of his men to proceed. “Stop complaining. Go check the room where the target’s supposed to be,” he ordered in a hushed tone.The thief nodded and cautiously made his way to the room where their target was believed to be. The door was unlocked, so he carefully opened it, using his skills to ensure it didn’t creak. “Piece of cake,” he whispered to himself.Inside they saw a bed with what seemed like a person sleeping under the covers. The thief at the front drew a curved dagger, ready to strike. “This’ll be over quick,” he muttered with a smirk. The leader stayed by the door, prepared to block any escape, though he didn’t think it
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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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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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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
