All Chapters of Transmigration Into A World With Manna: Chapter 321
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Chapter 321
Morning did not reach the lower halls. Light filtered down in weak strands, bent by old glass and broken wards. The academy above Glassview woke to bells and lectures, but here, beneath stone and memory, time moved slower and heavier.Caster sat at the long worktable, staring at the potion. It rested in a wide crystal bowl, pale and steady, glowing like milk under moonlight. Thin rings of alchemical symbols floated just above its surface, rising and falling with a slow rhythm. Each ring carried a stabilizer Solon had helped design during the night.Caster’s hands were still. His veins were not. Faint crystalline lines pulsed beneath his skin, bright and sharp, but between them ran darker threads, thin and black, like cracks in ice. They faded when he focused. They returned when he did not.Solon stood across from him, arms crossed, his face drawn tight with worry and exhaustion. “I will say this once more,” Solon said. “And then I will stop trying to save you from yourself.”Caster
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The room was too small for what they were about to do. Stone walls pressed close, dark and old, carved with runes that had not seen light in decades. Candles lined the floor in careful circles, their flames low and steady, as if afraid to move. The air smelled of wax, metal, and old mana that never truly faded.Caster stood at the center. Mirrored sigils surrounded him, etched into standing glass panels arranged in a tight ring. Each panel reflected him back from a different angle. Some reflections looked whole. Some looked fractured. In one, his veins glowed too bright. In another, shadows clung to his ribs.Sikoa sealed the door behind them. The sound echoed like a final lock.Solon moved slowly, adjusting the mirrors, checking the angles, aligning the runes with a trembling care. His face was pale. His hands were steady only because he forced them to be.“This is the last chance,” Solon said. “If you step out now, the damage you carry will not kill you today.”Caster did not turn
Chapter 323
The sky over Glassview changed before anyone understood why. It was not a storm. It was not a spell gone wrong. It was a quiet shift, like the world taking a careful breath. Clouds slowed. Light bent in soft curves. The air grew thick with pressure that did not hurt, but watched.People felt it in different ways. A street vendor paused with a coin in his hand and felt his skin prickle. A child stopped running and stared up, eyes wide, heart racing without fear. A senior mage dropped a quill when the ink on the page rippled as if touched by invisible fingers. Mana moved. It did not surge. It did not scream. It settled.High above the city, ley lines glowed faintly, then faded, as if acknowledging something new and choosing silence instead of alarm.Whispers spread fast. “Something awakened.”“An old force.”“I felt it look at me.”In the lower halls of the Academic Tower, students clustered near windows and stair rails, voices hushed and urgent.“They say an old god walked the street
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The mana grid beneath Glassview no longer slept. Caster felt it the moment he stepped into the lower observatory chamber, where leyline readings were recorded by old crystal arrays and humming plates of brass. The room was quiet, but the air vibrated faintly, like a held breath that had gone on too long.He placed his palm against the central conduit. The response was immediate.Mana rose to meet him, warm and bright at first, then colder as it flowed deeper. Beneath the clean surface currents, something darker moved, thin and patient, threading itself through the city’s foundations.Necrotic mana. Not wild. Not explosive. Precise. Caster withdrew his hand slowly. His expression remained calm, but his pulse quickened. “It has learned restraint,” he murmured.Solon stood nearby, scanning layered projections of the grid. Lines of light formed a web over the city map, each anchor point pulsing gently. Several flickered with a faint gray hue that did not belong.“I was hoping you were wr
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Night settled over Glassview like a slow breath. The towers glowed with soft blue light, and the streets below hummed with distant mana engines. Above it all stood the Twin Moons headquarters, tall and smooth, built from pale stone and dark glass. The building looked calm from the outside, but inside, something old was waking.Director Lyra stood alone in her upper laboratory. The room was wide and round, with a ceiling shaped like a dome.Silver lines ran across the floor in perfect circles. Candles burned at exact points along the lines, their flames black at the center and white at the edges. The air smelled of ash and cold iron.Lyra breathed slowly. Her pale eyes reflected the candlelight, but something else moved behind them. Her hands rested at her sides, relaxed and steady. She wore a simple dark robe, clean and pressed, as if she were preparing for a lecture instead of a forbidden rite.Around the edges of the room, six assistants waited. They were young mages, chosen for lo
Chapter 326
Glassview woke under a clear sky, but the mana grid beneath the streets hummed with tension. The towers rang their soft hourly chimes, yet the sound felt sharp, like glass tapped too hard. Something had shifted during the night, and the city knew it, even if the people did not.Caster walked through a narrow service corridor beneath the academic quarter. His cloak was drawn close, his face hidden by layered illusion sigils. Each step echoed softly against stone walls lined with old conduit veins. The veins pulsed faintly, carrying mana through the city like blood through veins.They were watching now. He felt it in the way the mana responded to him. It pulled, then resisted, like a net tightening.Lyra had seen him. The Veiled Warden had spoken his name. His cover was already bleeding.Caster slowed his pace and placed his palm against the wall. He closed his eyes and listened. Not with his ears, but with the part of him that had learned to hear planes breathing. The grid whispered.
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The street fell silent. Caster Spellbound stood in the open light of Glassview, his cloak torn, his sleeve dark with drying blood. His aura rolled out from him in slow waves, not wild, not violent, but heavy with truth. Skell-blue threads mixed with warm gold light, rising like breath on cold air. The stones beneath his feet faintly glowed, reacting to his presence.People stared. Some dropped their bags. Some stepped back. Some leaned forward, eyes wide, as if afraid he would vanish if they blinked.“He is dead,” a woman whispered.“No,” another said. “That is him.”“Caster Spellbound.”The name moved through the crowd like a ripple through water. It spread from mouth to mouth, growing louder with each breath. City Guards froze in place, hands on weapons but unsure who the enemy was. Mana sentinels stood at a distance, their hollow faces turned toward him, but they did not move.They were waiting. Caster lifted his head and looked around. He saw fear. He saw wonder. He saw anger. H
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The Great Forum of Glassview had not been this full in decades. Tier after tier of stone seats rose in wide circles, carved with runes that glowed faintly as mana flowed through them. Above, the ceiling was a dome of living crystal, reflecting every movement below like a calm sky holding its breath. The air hummed with restrained power, layered with wards meant to stop spells from tearing the city apart.Today, those wards strained. Scholars filled the seats. Students crowded the aisles. Media glyphs hovered like quiet birds, recording every sound and flicker of light. City Guards stood at every entrance, tense, hands resting near their weapons but unsure if weapons would matter here.This was not a battlefield of steel. This was a battlefield of minds. Caster Spellbound stood at the center platform.He wore simple robes, dark and unmarked. His posture was straight, but his face showed the cost of the past weeks. Faint crystalline veins traced his neck and hands, glowing softly ben
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Caster woke to silence that felt too loud. The room around him was dim and heavy with the smell of old paper, dried ink, and weak incense. Shelves climbed the walls from floor to ceiling, filled with books that looked older than Glassview itself. The light came from a single crystal lamp on a wooden desk. Its glow shook and pulsed as if it struggled to stay awake, just like him.Caster lay on a narrow bed, his body wrapped in thin sheets. Every breath felt slow and deep, as if the air had weight. His chest rose, then stalled, then fell again. His head throbbed with a dull pain that pressed from the inside, like fingers pushing against his thoughts. He tried to move his hand. It did not answer.A sharp fear rose in him. His mind screamed for his body, but his body did not listen. His fingers stayed still. His arm felt distant, like it belonged to someone else.“Easy,” a voice said softly.Caster’s eyes shifted with effort. He saw Solon sitting beside the bed, his back bent, his hair m
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Glassview looked calm from above. The towers rose in clean lines of crystal and stone. The streets glowed with soft mana lamps.People moved through plazas and bridges, laughing, arguing, trading, studying, living. Nothing in the air warned them. Nothing in the sky burned. Nothing screamed.But beneath the city, the veins were rotting. Caster walked slowly through a narrow service corridor beneath the western district, his steps light but careful. The floor was old stone, cracked and patched many times. Pipes and mana conduits ran along the walls like ribs. Some hummed with clean blue light. Others flickered with a sickly gray pulse that made his skin prickle.Sikoa walked beside him, her boots silent, her hood drawn low. She carried a compact scanning focus in one hand, its surface etched with fine runes. Every few steps, she paused and pressed it to the wall or floor, listening not with ears, but with trained mana sense.Caster’s head still hurt from the curse, but the pain had sha