Caster had finally managed to get his money back, and perhaps even a bit more he didn’t anticipate. All that remained for him was to go to the train station. This journey was going to be longer than before as he was going to cover much distance than he did the previous time he went for the journey. This is the case because he contemplated about accepting the offer from Paulo so maybe he could once he gets a chance to gain some strength back.“Third time’s a charm, doesn’t it?” he said under his breath as he made his way to the train station. In any case, he had done this before, so he felt a bit more confident than the first time around. This time, however, his journey would be longer still and he would have to use a boat as well as a carriage. His destination was a large island located in the southern part of the Caldris Kingdom.It was an island located in the yet called Calagan Island. In the middle of it there was a large volcano and there were several others around it. The n

“I’d love to see how those mana powered engines work,” he muttered with a bit of curiosity in his voice. “But I can’t justify the cost right now.”Reaching into his robe, Caster pulled out his adventurer’s card and stared at the name printed on it. He thought about everything that had happened, all the mistakes he had made. Maybe it was time to leave his old identity behind.“Maybe it’s time to truly start over,” he whispered to himself, turning the card in his hand.As Caster sat by the window, the conductor's whistle echoed through the train station, sharp and clear. The large train gave a slight jolt before it began to move forward, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Caster glanced around the crowded carriage. It seemed like many others had agreed run away from the city after the attack yesterday. "No surprise," Caster muttered under his breath, "No one in their right mind would love to stick around after something like that."The city hadn’t meant much to him, though. He

Caster sat by the window, watching as the train picked up speed. The conductor's whistle had sounded moments before followed by a jolt as the train began its journey. The carriage was packed with people-no doubt many of them fleeing the city after the chaos of the previous day.Caster didn’t feel much attachment to the place. Most of his time in Winterfell had been spent locked away in his workshop in Lowfield, where he could work in peace without drawing too much attention. He had met a few interesting people, like Paul Francis and Felix, along with the demon’s elven assistant. And of course, there were those three adventurers he had accompanied on a mission once, but he hadn’t seen them since.As he looked out the window, Caster thought about Paul. He was heading in the opposite direction, bound for another well-established dungeon city. The demon, meanwhile, was headed for the capital, where his company’s headquarters were located.With a sigh, Caster leaned back in his seat. He

Caster needed to get a new adventurer card when he reached Calagan Island. "There’s got to be a guild in Albrook," he thought, nodding to himself as he walked. It made sense. A new dungeon had appeared there recently, and one of the first things built after a discovery like that was always an adventurer’s guild. "First things first, though," he muttered. "Food." As he walked away from the train station, his stomach growled loudly. He frowned, placing a hand on his abdomen. It was a familiar sensation, one he’d been ignoring for too long now—hunger. He had packed some basic rations for the trip, but he hadn't enjoyed them. "I could’ve bought something on the train," Caster mused, "but what they offered was... well, calling it food would’ve been generous." He scrunched up his nose at the memory. It is better to wait. Let me wait for something better than eat more dried meat at this place and have my hopes withered away.Caster could not help but ponder about the next phase of his a

Caster needed to be able to react quickly to opponents who managed to close the distance. “I can’t always rely on magic alone,” he thought. One solution was to increase his physical stats through training. “If I raise my weapon proficiencies to their max,” he said to himself, “and pick up a few passive skills that give bonuses I haven’t tried before, I might be able to hold my own in close combat.” He knew this would take time, but it was one path forward.However, there was a faster way—his mage crafting class. Caster had recently learned how to insert mana stones into slots in equipment. “These stones will increase my stats by a flat number,” he mused, “and I can use them to craft armor that’ll give me the edge I need in battle.” He smiled to himself, feeling a sense of excitement. With his large mana pool and the skill that reduced his mana usage when using magical gear, he knew he had an advantage. "If I add the mana stones to my gear, I could even match higher-tier classes j