All Chapters of Transmigration Into A World With Manna: Chapter 311
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CHAPTER 311
The storm spat him out like a dying thing exhaling its final breath. Caster stumbled as his boots hit broken pavement. Air cracked around him in thin lightning arcs. Behind him, the swirling rift twisted with red and pale gold light, screaming as it sealed itself shut. The last beam of fractured color stretched across the sky, then vanished completely. Silence followed. A heavy, eerie silence.Caster lifted his head, breathing hard. His cloak clung to him, wet from the storm he had just crossed. Tiny threads of Skell essence flickered across his arms like faint veins of crystal. Each pulse glowed softly before fading back into his skin.He was back. Not in the Bleeding Aether, not in the Void Corridors, but somewhere real. Somewhere familiar. Earth. Rebillion City.His chest tightened. A wave of warm air drifted across the cracked street, carrying the smell of dust and city smoke. The immediate area was nearly empty. Lights flickered inside abandoned shops. A broken cart lay overt
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Rain slid down the stone steps of Glassview’s lower academic district, turning the narrow streets into glistening rivers of reflected lantern light. Caster moved quietly among the shadows, hood pulled low, illusion sigil humming faintly against his collarbone. His steps were soft, almost soundless, as he blended into the crowd of scholars, students, and night wanderers. None of them noticed him, but he noticed all of them.He listened. He had spent three nights doing only that, listening to what the world believed about him.Tonight, the whispers were especially loud. “The Spellbound heir is gone,” a young researcher murmured to her companion as they passed. “The Council confirmed it. Skell ate him.”Caster fought the urge to look at them. He kept his face pointed toward the wet ground.Her friend replied in a low voice, “I heard he came back twisted. Something less than human. Something that crawled out of the rift.”Caster’s hand trembled beneath his cloak.Eidric’s faint echo sti
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Cold air clung to the stone arches of the underground hall as the second auction of the night began. The room was darker now, the lamps dimmed as if to hide the sins about to be traded. Caster moved among the crowd like smoke, unseen when he chose, silent when he needed. He kept the Skell Dust fragment tucked safely under his cloak. Its pulse was faint but steady, like a small heartbeat following his every step.The auctioneer, a thin man with too-bright eyes, raised his voice above the murmurs. “Tonight’s special collection,” he announced, “is dedicated to relics recovered from what the Council has officially named the Rift Incident.”Everyone leaned forward. Caster felt a jolt run through his chest. Rift Incident. So they had already given Skell a polished name to bury the truth.The auctioneer snapped his fingers, and assistants pulled black cloths from the tables one by one, revealing objects that made Caster’s breath catch.A fractured temporal gauge, still humming in broken c
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Caster moved through Glassview’s old merchant alleys with steady, controlled breaths. The night was cold, and lanterns flickered weakly along the narrow passages, throwing long shadows on the moss-covered walls. He followed the trail left by the mysterious masked woman, replaying her whisper in his mind. “Not now, Spellbound.”She had known who he was. She had intervened at the perfect moment. She had predicted the Twin Moons agent’s move before it happened. That meant she had been watching him longer than he realized. Caster adjusted his hood and stepped around a corner where the air smelled of ink, metal, and old parchment. This part of the city was quiet, almost forgotten by the main districts. Here, relic dealers kept their doors half open, their lamps dim, and their voices low.He stopped when he saw a stall glowing with soft blue light. A trader stood behind the counter, wearing a simple gray robe and a bone-white mask with indigo markings.Caster recognized her instantly. S
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The Twin Moons Consortium headquarters rose like a fortress carved from polished iron and cold glass. Its towers gleamed under the morning sun, but the gleam felt wrong, as if the light reflected from surfaces that were never meant to touch daylight. The entire structure seemed to hum with an artificial heartbeat, steady and relentless, echoing through the sprawling industrial district.Inside the main tower, the air smelled of metal, ozone, and pressed parchment. Everything was precise. Everything was efficient. Everything was controlled.Director Vorren stood at the center of the oval conference chamber, his hands folded behind his back. His posture was perfect, his gray uniform crisp, his expression carved from stone. He watched the holographic projections floating above the polished table, maps of ley-line routes, manifests of harvested relics, diagrams of absorbed research branches.His eyes were sharp but tired. Vorren was a man who believed in order, and the Consortium prom
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Caster stood at the foot of the Spectral Lime complex and watched the building breathe.That was the first thing he noticed. The walls did not stay still. They pulsed, very slowly, like lungs drawing air. Pale green light ran through the stone veins, then faded, then returned again. Most people passed without seeing it. They had learned to overlook minor mistakes in Glassview.Caster did not ignore it. He pulled his coat tighter and adjusted the thin illusion sigil resting against his throat. The mana shape settled, smoothing his presence, dulling the sharp edges of his rewritten aura. To the world, he was no longer Caster Spellbound. He was Dr. Alven Cray, a minor theoretician from a forgotten outer college. Still, the building seemed to know him. “You remember me,” he whispered.The doors opened with a long sigh. Inside, the lower levels of the Lime division smelled of dust, ink, and old metal. Rows of desks stretched across the hall. Scholars bent over tablets and scrolls. Cryst
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The vault did not calm after the surge. It only pretended to. Caster stood in the center of the ruined archive, breathing slow, his fingers still wrapped around the vial of purified Skell Essence. The glass felt warm, like skin. A faint pulse throbbed against his palm, steady and alive, as if the essence knew him and was waiting for permission to speak.Miri backed toward the wall, her face pale. Broken shelves lay around them like fallen ribs. Loose pages drifted in the air, caught in weak mana currents that refused to settle. “What was that,” she whispered.Caster did not answer at once. He was listening. The vault whispered too. Not in words, but in pressure and memory. The stones remembered every spell cast here, every fear, every hope. His hopes. His fears. “That,” he said finally, “was my past trying to kill my present.”He stepped toward the nearest desk. Half of it was burned black, but the drawers remained intact. He pulled one open. Inside were stacks of notes bound with
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Night pressed down on Glassview like a held breath. The upper towers still glowed with clean white mana light, but far below, where old stone met forgotten tunnels, the city breathed differently. The air smelled of dust, ink, and old magic that never learned how to die.Caster moved through the lower streets with his hood drawn low. His steps were quiet, but his senses were wide open. Every pulse of mana brushed his skin like a warning. The Skell essence inside him stayed calm, as if it too was listening.Sikoa walked a step ahead of him. She did not wear her mask tonight. Her face was sharp and tired, her eyes always moving. She carried no visible weapon, but the shadows seemed to bend toward her anyway, as they trusted her more than the light.“Stay close,” she said without looking back. “The wards down here listen before they see.”Caster nodded. “So do I.”They stopped before a door that did not look like a door. It was just a stone, cracked and uneven, with faded chalk marks th
Chapter 319
The laboratory was not a room. It was a wound. Caster stood at the center of it, surrounded by half-restored equipment, cracked mana lenses, and sigil frames scavenged from forgotten storage vaults. The space had once been part of Spectral Lime’s lower research wing, abandoned after a “structural failure” that no one had bothered to repair. Now it pulsed with quiet life again, drawn to him like iron filings to a hidden magnet. Light came from three sources.A suspended crystal array glowed pale blue. A ring of low-burning sigil candles flickered amber. And beneath Caster’s skin, faint crystalline veins shone with Skell essence, steady and alive.He breathed slowly, forcing his heartbeat to calm. This work could not be rushed.Sikoa leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching the door as much as she watched him. Solon sat at a side table, surrounded by open texts, his fingers stained with ink and mana residue. Neither spoke. They had learned when silence mattered.Caster rai
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The room was sealed from the inside. Caster had made sure of that. Every wall was layered with dampening sigils. Every corner held a stabilizer shard tuned to his rewritten mana law. The floor was etched with a slow spiral, wide enough for a man to lie down and still remain within its bounds.Even so, the air felt wrong. It pressed against his skin like something alive.Caster sat at the center of the spiral, legs crossed, hands resting on his knees. A single lamp burned above him, its light steady but dim. Shadows clung to the edges of the room, thick and patient. On the table beside him lay the Skell Dust. It looked harmless.Fine gray powder, almost like ash, sealed inside a narrow crystal vial. When the light hit it just right, faint sparks shimmered inside, tiny echoes of a dead plane that refused to fully die.Caster stared at it for a long time. “You warned me,” he said softly, though no one else was there.The Skell essence inside him stirred, uneasy. He reached for the vial