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Chapter 131
Author: Ye Above Story
last update2024-08-31 17:21:21

Caster's walk back to his workshop felt unusually long, but he finally arrived without any further incidents. He hurriedly opened the entrance, ducked inside, and closed the reinforced door behind him, locking it securely.

He sighed in relief. The silence was profound; he couldn’t hear anything from outside. He was still uncertain about this illusion world and how it operated. Such a runic artifact capable of creating something like this must have been made with high-quality materials.

“I trust that I might figure this thing way sooner,” Caster muttered to himself.

But where there was a runic artifact that was active, the caster was likely nearby. Some items could be activated remotely or could run autonomously depending on their design. There had to be someone who activated it, unless he had stumbled into a trap that triggered it instead.

Caster activated his debugging skill. The pathways converged into a single point—his forge. The forge, which was originally made of bricks, now lo
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