Genta disappeared. The reason behind her disappearance was difficult to figure out, but for now, no one in the team really cared to know. They were all busy reaping the benefits of the great amount of roots that she had left behind, and Genta had spent most of her time here yelling at everyone anyway, so no one really cared if she never came back. She was a great stepping-stone for everyone’s progress today, and so they were to remember her as a great old mage whose mere willpower alone changed several, or potentially tens of lives for the better good. However, they’d also be happy to never see her again. Soon enough, Garry was done leveling up, so he stood up and swam away from the farm. He sat close to Arvena, and tried to balance the sheer amount of great, euphoric emotions that the roots gave him.“At whit realm did ye git to?" He asked.“The sixth one,” She answered.Impressed, he said, “Och sae you’re a stoatin, Expert Mage noo huh? That’s gey crakin'!”Arvena nodded in respons

Fortana was the last to rise from the farm of mana roots. She had taken longer than everyone else to level up, which was a bit understandable on the count that most of her mana pool consisted of dark mana, but her friends were still concerned. They braced themselves, and fully expected that Fortana would find some random reason to attack them! At the very least, she was likely strong enough now to not depend on anyone else anymore. Once she rose out of the farm, her long blonde hair followed suit, waving across the waters. To their surprise, she seemed quite calm, she wasn’t hostile, but her calm composure was almost like a trick, because moments later, she did something weird.Somehow, she created a small squid within seconds, and then destroyed the squid moments later. She didn’t just kill it, she disintegrated it, and the only thing that was left behind was the squid’s ink. She then poked her head into the free-floating ink, waved it, and in turn, a bunch of the black ink went int

In the magic world, being a team was oftentimes more beneficial than raw-dogging the challenges of the world alone. No two mages were the same, on the count on how random the magical world could be, so a team could benefit from each other’s perspectives, and arsenal.Timothy, and most of his friends, had progressed through worldly settings that were no different from complete anarchy. Timothy started out in the ocean, where laws of any sorts were unheard of. Everyone tried to kill everything, even if they felt slightly threatened, so his earlier upbringing had certainly been tough. Magical stagnation was uncommon in this magical world however, as long as one managed to survive for long enough. Whoever survived was bound to progress eventually, so Timothy had mastered a good part of the ocean already and he even had a whole coral reef to call his own. He considered himself the owner of the reef that he had popped into months ago, or at least, he was its great ambassador. He was the fi

The merchant that was trying to bargain with the team remained calm, he didn’t lose his composure. He was old, and his body seemed dried out, so surely he had made plenty of much tougher sales throughout his lifetime. Therefore, his answer was equally sharp, “The root may be worth ten kilos of gold in the market, but it’s difficult to sell it unless you know your way around. To the right people, I can sell it for as much as thirty kilos, if we’re being honest? I’m offering to give you five kilos of gold, because I know that you won’t be able to find a better deal anywhere else across the City of Fik.”Such honesty stunned Timothy, he did not expect it. However, he had also kept his cards close to his chest, and had tried to sell a single root only, rather than more. He never revealed that he had four hundreds of them stashed away safely. With that considered, he was able to argue, and pitched, “What if I said that I have fifty of them to sell, sir great merchant?”“That’s virtually

“Sure,” Timothy answered. “Where do you want me to place the root at? It’s about fourteen-feet wide, and if you don’t want to squish it, or pop it, you need some room to place the root at.”“My basement is down there, follow me.” Lindon said. Timothy and Lindon made their way down the basement, and the latter didn’t even bother to lock any doors. He knew that the sets of armor he sold were too heavy for the average guy to steal, so he wasn't worried. He was mainly focused on the mana root right now, which could give a decent boost on his wealth if he acquired it, and got the chance to resell it.“You can haul it down here,” Lindon said. “I’m certain that the root will fit through the door, even if it's bigger than you described it. So, when can I expect the root?”“In a minute,” He sighed.Afterwards, he opened a portal to the needle universe of Purpureous Mundi, leaving Lindon the merchant in utter shock! He didn’t know what to say, but he certainly started to believe that Timothy w