"What do I gotta do?" Raymond asked.
“I need some magic stuff. Here's the list, can you help me get it?” Caster handed Raymond the list.
After making the Therion Potions, Caster stayed inside, unhappy with his Tornado Whips' performance. He questioned if he had cast them correctly.
Thinking about Sifa Spellbound's long apprenticeship and lack of talent, Caster realized he wasn't naturally skilled. Despite using better mana control to become a Mage, his body's flaws persisted.
These flaws would cause problems in future advancements, making it harder for Caster to become a better mage. If he didn't fix them soon, they'd only get worse.
Luckily, Caster had two options: change mana flow with meditation or use a potion to strengthen his body. The potion was faster but needed expensive materials.
But there was no hurry. Caster figured he had time before becoming a Great Mage to learn more about this world.
Raymond was eager to help again, with no time to relax during his ten-day break. He rushed out, leaving the old butler looking lonely and sighing about his son growing up and not wanting to spend time with him anymore.
“Indeed, he isn’t very respectful. You should talk to him when he gets back…” Caster remarked casually as he got ready to go to the Sorcery Guild.
The Sorcery Guild was close by, just a couple of streets away from the Gilded Rose. Caster stood beneath the towering Sage Tower, observing the runes carved on its exterior while waiting for the guard to check his pass. The runes suggested that the tower was built during turbulent times, likely for large-scale battles.
“Welcome to the Sage Tower,” the guard said respectfully upon seeing the golden magic symbol on Caster's crystal card. This symbol indicated the highest privileges, allowing the bearer to access any book in the Sage Tower’s library. In all of Rebillion City, only seven people had this privilege.
“Thanks,” Caster replied with a smile, taking back his pass before entering the ancient magic hall.
If the Sage Tower was the city's magic palace, then its library was a treasure trove. It housed the richest collection of books in the kingdom’s eastern region. Mages thirsted for knowledge, willing to travel far and wide to enter the library.
Naturally, Caster held the highest pass, so he didn’t feel the same excitement. He made his way up the ornate staircase, occasionally passing other mages hurrying past. Soon, he reached the library on the 18th floor of the Sage Tower.
The library was serene, filled with black-gowned figures sitting at desks. They rarely spoke, and when they did, it was in hushed tones, barely audible to Caster standing at the entrance.
‘A perfect place to read…’ Caster thought to himself as he found an empty desk against the wall. However, before he could search for a book, a young mage slammed three books onto the desk with a loud thud, causing Caster to frown.
“What, Spellbound, forgot me already?” the young mage exclaimed, his expression unpleasant. Caster frowned, recognizing that this wasn't Raymond. If Raymond had seen Caster frown, he would have stopped talking. Caster had only frowned once since their encounter at the Gilded Rose, and now twice.
But this young mage seemed oblivious to Caster's mood. He continued, “We met last month. How could you forget me so quickly? I'm Mason, the one who beat you up at last month’s Chambers of Commerce Union gathering!”
“Mason?” Caster pondered, recalling the name from his memories. Indeed, he had made quite an impression…
At that time, there was a knock on the door of the top-floor reception room at the Sage Tower.
In the room sat three people: an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man. The old man wore a gray robe and coughed occasionally, looking frail. The middle-aged man, sitting across from him, seemed more lively, with neatly groomed hair and a finely tailored outfit. The young man, on the side, was under 30 and wore a black robe with silver lines on the cuffs, signifying he was a Great Mage at a young age.
Despite their age differences, both the middle-aged man and the young Great Mage showed great respect towards the old man.
This old man was Sikoa, the leader of the Rebillion City Sorcery Guild and one of the Sage Tower's top figures.
In Rebillion City, Sikoa and the other two top figures were well-respected. They had been striving to become High Mages for many years and were incredibly powerful.
Their presence alone ensured the Sorcery Guild's dominance in Rebillion City. No one dared to challenge them, knowing the power of three High Mages. In the past, they had defeated a dangerous bandit group called Black Wing.
“Come in,” Sikoa said when he heard a knock on the door, interrupting their conversation. He apologized to his two guests for the interruption.
A young mage entered the room and whispered something to Sikoa.
“Okay, understood,” Sikoa replied, turning back to the guests. “I apologize, there's an issue in the library.”
‘The library?’ Koiji, one of the guests, was surprised. ‘Isn’t Mason there?’ He knew his son's behavior well. Mason often caused trouble, even though he had recently become a Mage with the help of his older brother.
Koiji decided he needed to discipline Mason when he returned. He couldn't understand why his two sons, Mason and Ryan, were so different.
With a heavy heart, Koiji finally asked, “Leader Sikoa, has Mason...”
"Don’t worry, it was just a small problem,” Sikoa said, waving his hand and keeping his smile. “Mason fought with a young mage in the library, but Solon sorted it out.”
“I’m really sorry…” Koiji apologized again and felt better. Sikoa's tone meant Mason hadn't upset any important mage of the Sage Tower. Saying sorry and showing respect to the Sage Tower should be enough.
As for the young mage, he should be careful. The Koiji family isn’t one to mess with.
Now, the important thing was the Sage Tower’s attitude, which seemed okay. Koiji had proposed the cooperation plan, so he had influence. At this time, Sikoa would likely overlook Mason’s actions.
Sure enough, Sikoa quickly accepted Koiji's apologies and didn’t dwell on Mason’s mistake. The talk became more friendly, like chatting with old friends.
Sikoa even shared some of his stories as a High Mage, fascinating both Koiji and Ryan.
After saying goodbye to the father and son, Sikoa came back to the reception room. Solon, who was waiting, asked carefully, “Should I calm Mason?”
Solon thought since Sikoa had talked happily with them, the cooperation between the Sage Tower and the Twin Moons Chamber of Commerce would go well. Mason, who got kicked out of the library, might need to be comforted, being Koiji’s son. Making trouble could ruin the partnership.
But Sikoa surprised Solon with his sharp response. “What do you mean, calm him down? Get him out!”
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Chapter 817
Solon knelt on the floor next to her. The pale archivist was barely conscious. His white bandages were completely soaked in dark blood. He held his heavy brass stabilizing rod like a sniper rifle. He rested the barrel on the arm of a stone golem. He aimed carefully at the heavy drill. "I see it," Solon coughed. He closed his pale eyes. He pushed a tiny spark of his own life force into the quartz tip of the rod. "For the library," Solon whispered. He fired. A massive, invisible shockwave of pure kinetic force shot out of the brass rod. It flew through the gap in the shield. It hit the heavy iron drill perfectly in the center. The heavy machine exploded backward. It flipped end over end, crushing the ten soldiers who were pushing it. The drill bit shattered into useless pieces. "Perfect shot, book-worm!" Sikoa cheered. But as Solon lowered the brass rod, he fell sideways. He hit the blue crystal floor. He was completely out of energy. His breathing was so shallow it was almost
Chapter 816
Caster crawled forward. He knelt right over the bloody iron sigil. He reached his hands out. He grabbed the two main heavy brass stabilizing rods. His left hand gripped the left rod. His bleeding right hand gripped the right rod. He became the human wire connecting the machine to the earth. He looked up at the massive, screaming, cracking Central Node floating directly above his head. "Breathe," Caster commanded the machine. Caster closed his eyes. He reached into his chest. He grabbed the tiny golden seed. He did not use it as a weapon. He did not use it as a wall. He used the golden magic of pure truth to pump his own life force through his arms. The golden light rushed down his shoulders. It flowed through his elbows. It poured into his hands. The golden light hit the heavy brass rods. The moment the light touched the metal, the Heart Alchemy Engine woke up. The sound was not loud. It was incredibly deep. It felt like a massive, heavy heartbeat echoing through the entire pla
Chapter 815
Caster wanted the three brass rods to act like giant magnets. He wanted them to suck the violent, corrupted magic out of the cracked Central Node above. He wanted the magic to flow down into his triangle.The triangle would force the chaotic energy to spin in a perfect, logical circle. The spinning would calm the magic down. It would filter the noise. Then, the clean, stabilized mana would be pumped safely back into the floor, healing the broken roots of the world. It was a brilliant, flawless theory. But there was a terrible problem. Caster stared at the three brass rods. They were not moving. The copper wire was cold. The machine was completely dead. "It needs a spark," Caster realized with a heavy, sinking feeling in his chest. "It needs a catalyst."An engine cannot start without a spark plug. A filter cannot work if there is nothing inside it to attract the poison. Caster touched his own chest. He felt the tiny, warm golden seed humming inside his soul. "I cannot use the gol
Chapter 814
Caster Spellbound brought the two heavy brass rods down with all his might. He did not hit Elias Thorpe in the head. He did not hit the madman’s mechanical chest. Caster aimed for the thick, glowing red and purple cables that connected Thorpe to the giant, floating white crystal. The clear quartz tips of the brass rods smashed directly into the magical cables. The golden light in Caster’s eyes flared, pushing pure, heavy truth into the strike. The chaotic blood magic could not resist the absolute law of Caster’s will. The thick cables snapped in half. "NO!" Elias Thorpe screamed. The sound was not just a human yell. It was the sound of a man having his soul ripped out of a socket. The infinite, terrible power of the universe was violently disconnected from his body. A massive shower of bright red sparks exploded into the air. The sudden loss of power hit Thorpe like a speeding train. The half-machine man flew backward off the raised stone altar. He crashed hard onto the blue cr
Chapter 813
"I am the network now," Thorpe roared in triumph. "I feel the ley-lines. I feel the oceans. I feel the beating hearts of every single pathetic human on the surface."Thorpe raised his arms. The cables attached to his chest pulsed thickly. "I am going to rewrite it all," Thorpe declared. "I am going to erase the chaos. I will burn away the weak. I will create a perfect, silent, still world of iron and ash. I am God!""You are a parasite," Caster said coldly. He stepped onto the bottom stair of the stone altar. "And I am the cure."Thorpe smiled a terrible, god-like smile. "You think you can fight me here?" Thorpe mocked. "I control the very ground you stand on, Caster. I control the air you breathe. I can delete you from reality with a single thought."To prove his point, Thorpe twitched his fingers. The physical rules of the cavern instantly broke. Gravity shifted violently. Caster was suddenly thrown off his feet. He flew upward toward the dark ceiling, completely helpless in the
Chapter 812
"If the soldiers set up those heavy drills, they will punch right through those gaps and shatter the focal points of the runes," Solon explained. "Then we make sure they cannot set up the drills," Sikoa smiled fiercely. Sikoa reached down and picked up a heavy, stolen Glassview magical rifle from the floor. She checked the blue ammunition crystal. It was fully loaded. She slung the rifle strap over her shoulder and kept her two daggers ready. "I am a terrible shot," Solon muttered. He looked down at his own empty hands. Then, Solon reached into his heavy gray cloak. He pulled out one of the thick, heavy brass stabilizing rods. The rods they had taken from the Founders' Armory. The rod was a heavy, blunt spear with a clear quartz crystal tip. "These rods were used to pin reality down," Solon said, a clever spark returning to his pale eyes. "They channel raw kinetic force perfectly. If I use my own life force, I can use this rod like a sniper rifle. I can shoot pure, concentrated
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