All Chapters of Transmigration Into A World With Manna: Chapter 271
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CHAPTER 271. The Rift Opens
The voice came from the dark behind him, calm, deep, and disturbingly human. “You weren’t supposed to come back, Spellbound.”Caster froze. His breath hitched, his fingers tightening around his staff. The sound of that voice carried no echo.It wasn’t distant; it was right there. Close enough that he could feel the vibration in the air. He turned slowly.A figure stood at the edge of the shadows, outlined by faint blue light seeping in from the far cavern. Armor gleamed under the glow, patterned with Cloud Tower insignia, polished, efficient, deadly.The man took a step forward. His white hair caught the light, and the mask across his lower face flickered with tiny embedded runes. His eyes, cold and sharp as crystal, met Caster’s without hesitation. Caster whispered, “Who are you?”The man tilted his head slightly. “Ardis Valen. Commander, Cloud Tower’s Rift Reconnaissance Division.”The name struck something deep in Caster’s mind, distant memory, faint as a shadow. “Valen?”Ardis’s
CHAPTER 272. A False Identity
Caster pressed his back against the cold black wall of the cavern, chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. The air around him pulsed with faint static, the echo of the rift storm fading, but the tension still sharp like a blade against the skin.Ahead, Ardis Valen’s voice continued cutting through the darkness, calm but impossible to ignore. “Find him. The signature is close.”Caster swallowed. He needed to disappear. He needed a mask, fast. He lowered his gaze to the faint glow on his chest. Eidric’s sigil hummed with a quiet pulse, responding to his fear.A whisper drifted through the mana stream. “Spellbound.”Caster whispered back. “I know. I know. I’m thinking.”His mind raced. Skell might have fallen behind him, but the danger had only grown. Cloud Tower’s team was trained, disciplined, and equipped with technology that could tear apart false mana traces in seconds.If they discovered his real identity, it would be over. Caster closed his eyes and focused. His mana pul
CHAPTER 273. The Cloud Tower Team
The tunnel walls pulsed with pale blue light, revealing broken arches and long-dead mana veins stretching into the darkness. Every echo bounced back too slowly, as if the air itself hesitated to move.Caster walked in silence beside Ardis Valen, keeping “Verric’s” weak aura wrapped tightly around him. His posture was controlled, calm, scholar-like. But inside, every muscle in his body was tense.Ahead, the path opened into a wide chamber filled with floating stones and drifting dust. The team stepped inside quickly, spreading out with trained efficiency. Ardis raised a hand. “Team positions. Verric, stay with me.”Caster gave a stiff nod. Four figures moved into the scattered blue light, each one unique, each one carrying a different kind of danger Caster had to navigate carefully.Ardis began the introductions like a commander introducing weapons rather than people.“Lyra Kelm,” he said, gesturing to the woman crouched beside a broken crystal pillar.She lifted her head. Soft bro
CHAPTER 274. Relics and Lies
The ruins grew colder as the group ventured deeper into the ancient chamber. The air shifted strangely, like a whisper brushing past their skin. Every step echoed in slow motion, and the shadows on the walls moved slightly ahead of the people casting them.Caster walked with his head lowered, hiding his expression beneath the hood of his crafted illusion. Verric. Archivist. Harmless.That was the lie. But Ardis’s stare from earlier still lingered in his mind like a blade pressed against his throat.Beside him, Eidric’s spirit flickered faintly in the sigil hidden beneath his cloak. “Do not relax,” the ghost murmured. “Ardis is peeling your mask layer by layer.”“I know,” Caster whispered back inside his thoughts. “But I can’t run. Not yet.”Ahead, Ardis raised a hand. “We stop here.”Everyone froze. They stood at the entrance of a tall hall, a place unlike the other ruins they had passed. The air hummed with a deep, steady vibration, as if something ancient still breathed here.Old
CHAPTER 275. The Trap of Trust
The ruins trembled again, dust raining down from the cracked ceiling. Somewhere far above, Skell’s heartbeat pulsed like distant thunder, shaking the entire hall.Caster stayed close behind the Cloud Tower team, still wearing the identity of “Verric,” the quiet archivist with weak mana and harmless presence. But inside, his pulse raced with every step. Ardis walked ahead, silent and rigid, but Caster could feel the commander’s thoughts circling him like hungry shadows.Drace marched with one hand on his rune blade. Lyra checked her scanners repeatedly.Rynne kept glancing back at Caster, sensing something beneath the surface. Milo scribbled shaky notes on his floating scroll.The air thickened as they entered a broken corridor filled with floating stones and shattered runic plates.Caster stopped walking for a moment. His chest tightened. Something was wrong.“Commander,” Lyra said suddenly, voice tense, “mana pressure is rising. There’s a collapse forming ahead.”Drace cursed. “Agai
CHAPTER 276. Eidric’s Doubt
The ruins grew colder as the Cloud Tower team continued forward, their steps echoing through a narrow crystalline corridor. The walls pulsed gently with dim blue veins of mana, like the dying heartbeat of something ancient.Caster walked last in the formation, staying slightly in the shadows. His mind churned with the information he had stolen from the relay logs, the Council, the hunt, the coordinates, the lies.Every few steps, his pulse flared with a faint, dangerous glow. Not gold. Not pure. A creeping shade of void. The price of his time in Skell.Ahead, Ardis paused and raised his arm. “Stop here. Rynne, scan the intersection.”Caster pretended to look at the ground, but he was listening, listening to the echo of Eidric’s spirit flickering beneath his cloak. “Caster.”Caster lowered his voice. “Not now.”“Caster.” The whisper grew firmer, like a hand gripping his shoulder. “You are unraveling.”Caster closed his eyes for half a second. “I’m fine.”“You are lying to them, and n
CHAPTER 277. The False Heir
The corridor ahead widened into a dim hall, one filled with floating stones, cracked pillars, and a thick stillness that felt like a held breath. Pale blue light pulsed along the walls, matching the shaky rhythm of Skell’s decaying heartbeat.Ardis moved first, slow and cautious, his boots crunching over fragments of ancient rune plates.Caster walked behind him, every step careful, controlled, hiding the tremors in his fingers from the earlier void surge.Drace and Milo scanned the walls. Rynne listened to the air as if it whispered secrets only she could hear.Lyra studied the readings on her device with growing amazement. “Commander,” she said, voice hushed, “we’ve found something big.”Ardis raised a brow. “Define big.”Lyra stepped aside, revealing a large crystalline slab half-buried in the wall. It was shaped like a circular disc, with ancient runes forming a ring around a dark, dormant core.But what pulled everyone’s attention was the inscription glowing above it, thin, deli
CHAPTER 278. The Plane-Harvest Map
The camp was quiet, but it was the wrong kind of quiet, too sharp, too thin, like the air itself was holding its breath. The soft hum of scanning crystals pulsed through the ruins as Ardis’s team checked their gear. The Mirror Dome loomed far in the distance like a silver bruise on the horizon.Caster sat alone behind a collapsed pillar, pretending to review harmless notes. In truth, he was deep inside Ardis’s locked data files.A projected map hovered above his palm, golden lines, shifting routes, fragments of ancient planes, all connected by strange pathways. At first glance it looked like a simple planar chart, but then he saw it. Red marks. Black arrows. Icons shaped like open jaws.Drained planes. Destroyed planes. His heartbeat tightened. “Eidric…” Caster whispered under his breath.The spirit scholar drifted into view beside him, half-transparent, his form flickering like smoke inside crystal. “You decoded it.”“I hoped I was wrong.” Caster’s voice was thin. “But this… this i
CHAPTER 279. Under the False Sky
The march to the Mirror Dome took longer than anyone expected. The ground grew harder, smoother, almost polished as if ancient hands had carved a path long before any of them were born. Caster walked with the group, but his steps were quieter, more careful. He kept his senses pulled tight, listening to every whisper of mana around him. Ardis led at the front with confident strides, his coat moving like a dark banner, while the other four followed with their gear humming and their crystals glowing faint blue.Above them, the sky could no longer decide what it wanted to be. Pale streaks of silver stretched across the horizon.But every few seconds, the light bent unnaturally, as though the sky itself twisted from within. Caster already knew the truth; this sky wasn’t real. It was the Mirror Dome, the artificial layer created by the old Oaker scouts to study the plane safely.“Caster,” Eidric’s voice drifted softly beside him like a thoughtful wind. “Your aura is unsteady. Slow your b
CHAPTER 280. The Signal War
The Mirror Dome hummed with a dull vibration that crawled along the floor and into Caster’s bones. The reflections on the curved walls continued to shimmer faintly, reacting to the movements of Ardis’s team as they paced around gathering readings. It felt as if the Dome itself was listening. Watching. Waiting. Caster stood still for a moment, catching his breath after the mental assault he had narrowly escaped. He pressed a hand to the cool mirrored surface, letting his fingers glide across it slowly. His reflection stared back in silence, no longer whispering warnings, no longer splitting into different versions. For now, the Dome seemed calm.Eidric floated beside him, a faint glow at the edge of his vision. “Your pulse is still high,” Eidric murmured. “You must steady yourself before something notices.”“I’m trying,” Caster whispered back, voice low and careful. “This place feels like it can see through me.”“It can,” Eidric replied softly. “But it also reflects what you contro