All Chapters of Transmigration Into A World With Manna: Chapter 301
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CHAPTER 301
The Astral Belt stretched below the citadel like a swirling ocean of silver dust, its waves shifting with every distant star pulse. At the very center of that shining sea floated a towering structure of black stone and shimmering metal. It rose like a spear aimed at the heavens, held in place by enormous gravity-anchors that glowed with blue runes. The air around it vibrated with pressure, as if reality itself respected the weight of the power seated inside. This was the Plane-Harvest Council Citadel.Inside its highest chamber, nine tall chairs formed a perfect circle. Each chair belonged to a Tower faction that ruled over the ley-grid. The chamber itself had no ceiling. Instead, a vast dome of transparent mana allowed the stars to be seen as if they were pressed right against the glass. When one star flickered, the chamber dimmed. When another brightened, the runes underfoot glowed.Nine cloaked figures sat in silence. Their breaths were calm. But the air around them thrummed w
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Ardis Valen walked through the quiet corridors of Cloud Tower long after the bells had stopped ringing. The hall lights dimmed behind him as he passed, each crystal lamp flickering as if sensing the weight in his steps. Students whispered from the shadows when they saw him, bowing deeply in respect. He ignored them. His mind did not have room for praise anymore.He reached the Archivum Chamber. The door was tall, made from pale glass that shimmered with pale blue runes. When he touched the panel, the runes shifted into a spiral before unlocking. The door opened with a soft exhale of cold air.Inside, rows of glowing pillars lined the room. Each pillar held fragments of recorded memories from Rift expeditions. Some were whole. Some were cracked and flickering. Some had been wiped clean by mana storms.Ardis walked to the terminal at the center. He placed both hands on the sigil plate. “Load Rift-record set: Skell Collapse Expedition,” he said quietly.A circle of light rose around
CHAPTER 303
The plane was quiet when Caster stepped through the gate of inverted light. It closed behind him with a soft hiss, leaving a faint shimmer that faded into the air. The world around him smelled like dry pages and old ink. The sky was pale and motionless, almost like a sheet of paper left under the sun. Rivers of dark ink flowed in slow waves across the ground, and tall trees with parchment leaves rustled without wind.Caster took one slow breath. The air tasted faintly of knowledge and forgotten stories.Eidric’s voice murmured from somewhere inside the crystal shard at Caster’s side. “You picked a strange graveyard to visit,” the voice said, half amused, half tired.Caster touched the shard hanging at his belt. “It is not a graveyard,” he said under his breath. “It is the Archive Wastes. If anyone knows how to hide from the Council, they live here.”Eidric whispered back. “Or they will kill you for bringing trouble.”Caster ignored the comment and began walking. His body was still w
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The sky above the Archive Wastes never stayed still. Some days it shimmered like painted glass. Other days it tore open in jagged stripes, as if memories of broken planes drifted across it. Today, it was a pale silver sheet, wide and quiet, but Caster felt unease rising in his chest as he and the Archivists stood before the drifting ruin.The ruin floated over a black gulf like a shattered island of metal and stone. It turned slowly, glowing with faint green lights. Every rotation made soft echoes ripple through the air, like ghosts breathing. Old Plane-Harvest markings flickered along its broken walls. The Council had abandoned this relay station decades ago, or so the world believed. Yet the Wastes whispered differently. There were still signals here, trapped in the skeleton of the past.“This place is alive,” Miren murmured. Her blind eyes faced the ruin as if she saw every secret inside it.Sethra tightened her cloak and checked the sigil-threads in her hands. “Alive and dange
CHAPTER 305
The campfire crackled softly in the center of the Archive Wastes, a tiny warm glow against the cold, shifting night. The sky above the group rippled with streaks of pale silver light. It looked like the sky was made of torn pages fluttering in the wind. Every few seconds, a long ripple rolled across it, like someone was turning an invisible scroll.Caster sat beside the fire with the data ledger resting on his knees. The Spellbound crest still glimmered faintly on the cover. He had not opened it again since retrieving it from the collapsing relay station. His fingers hovered over the edge of the ledger as if afraid the metal might bite him.Sethra watched him quietly from across the fire. Brann tinkered with a half-broken sigil gear in silence. Miren sat closest to Caster, her sightless eyes glowing softly in the firelight as she listened to the distant hum of the Wastes.None of them spoke for a long time. The air felt heavy with the weight of what they had taken. Finally, Caster
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The morning rose slowly over the Archive Wastes, a pale light sliding across ink-black sands and parchment trees. Thin curls of mist drifted through the air, swirling around the floating shelves and broken pillars that jutted from the ground like the ribs of a dead library. Caster stood at the center of the clearing, his cloak brushing the cracked pages beneath his feet, his breath steady but tense.Today they would decode the Skell essence map. He could feel the crystal shard pulsing inside his pocket, faint and cold, like a heartbeat that did not belong to him. Eidric’s presence flickered somewhere inside that pulse, sometimes a whisper, sometimes a laugh, always waiting.Sethra knelt on the ground beside him, drawing long spiraling runes in a circle with a piece of glowing chalk she crafted the night before. Each rune twisted in gentle motion as if alive. Brann hammered small crystalline conduits into the ground along the outer edge of the circle, muttering to himself as sparks
CHAPTER 307
The sky above the dead plane was gray and silent, like a sheet of cold metal stretched across a forgotten world. Ardis Valen stepped through the thin crack of a dying rift and landed on dust that once held life. The ground gave a soft crunch beneath his boots. Ash rose in a slow swirl, drifting in circles before settling again.He scanned the horizon. Empty. Shattered. Abandoned. A perfect place for a ghost.Ardis tightened his grip on the tracking device strapped to his forearm. The screen pulsed with faint blue light, showing traces of a mana signature he had been following for daysA signature the Council insisted did not exist. Caster Spellbound.Ardis exhaled, long and slow. “This should not be possible. You should be dead.”The wind shifted, carrying the echo of distant thunder. The dead plane groaned as if remembering old pain. Ardis stepped forward, cloak dragging a thin line behind him. His eyes remained locked on the glowing trace.It felt like guilt. It felt like hope. I
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The sky at the boundary of The Bleeding Aether did not look like a sky. It looked like a torn wound across reality itself. Red light dripped downward in thin streams, falling like blood from a broken horizon. Every drop shimmered before turning into mist that floated upward again, as if gravity itself had forgotten which way was down.Caster stood with his cloak whipping behind him, the sharp winds pushing against his back as if trying to force him to turn around. The ground beneath his boots was not steady earth but a trembling sheet of pale stone, cracked in spirals as though the whole plane were breathing under the surface. With every inhale of the earth, the air shook. With every exhale, a new patch of land shifted sideways.Miren, Sethra, and Brann stood behind him. Their faces were pale with tension, and their eyes kept flicking to the bleeding horizon that pulsed like a living wound.Sethra’s voice came first, soft but strained. “So this is The Bleeding Aether.”Brann mutte
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The moment Caster stepped through the unstable rift, the world spun sideways. He fell forward onto ground that did not feel like ground. It shifted like soft clay and rippled beneath his palms. The air smelled like metal and burning ink. Above him, the sky tore itself apart in long spirals of red, gold, and black, each color crashing into the other like storms locked in a fight.Sethra stumbled next to him, dropping to one knee as her satchel spilled glowing parchment. Brann crashed onto his back with a groan. Miren stood upright the instant she arrived, her staff pressed against the ground as if she were standing on calm earth rather than a living tempest.Caster pushed himself up and scanned the plane. The Bleeding Aether. It was worse than he expected.The sky was not single but a cracked dome of swirling storms. Razor-thin shards of light hung suspended like frozen lightning. The ground curved unevenly, rising in slopes that moved under his feet. Every breath he took echoed in
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The storm eased at last. The swirling red clouds pulled apart like curtains drawn back by invisible hands. Light filtered through the gaps in soft sheets of gold and violet, no longer sharp enough to cut the air. The ground beneath Caster’s feet steadied. The strange currents of gravity calmed until every breath felt normal again. For a long moment, no one moved.Caster stood at the edge of a cracked ridge, his cloak fluttering in the faint wind. The sky still bled in thin trails, but the violent thunder had quieted. The plane seemed exhausted, as though it had spent centuries fighting itself and now begged for a moment of peace.Sethra leaned against a shattered crystal pillar, trying to catch her breath. Brann sat on the ground nearby, staring at his trembling hands. The silence pressed down on them, stretching long and thin.Caster finally spoke. “We survived,” he murmured.His voice sounded too soft for a battlefield, but it matched the strange stillness around them. It carried