2024-04-28 17:41:44"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 552
The doors to the chamber were locked. This was a closed-door, emergency session. The public was not allowed inside."The city is falling apart!" High Councilor Morvan cried out. His voice squeaked in panic. He slammed his fat hand on the dark wood table. "The markets are crashing! The bakers are refusing to bake! The banks are closing! The people think the sky is going to open up and eat them!"Commander Vex crossed his strong arms over his chest. "My soldiers are tired, Morvan. They have been breaking up fights in the streets all night. The people are scared of the dark magic. If we do not give them an answer soon, they will start burning down their own houses.""What do you want me to do?" Morvan whined, wiping his sweaty face again. "The Sage Tower is gone! The greatest magical city in the world was crushed into dirt in ten seconds! We felt the earthquake all the way here! If the Sage Tower can fall, then Glassview can fall too!"Caster sat quietly on his wooden bench. He watched t
Chapter 551
The city of Glassview was loud. It was a very rich, very shiny city. It sat fifty miles away from the ruined Sage Tower. It was built on high, green hills. The buildings were made of smooth, polished green glass and bright silver metal. Usually, the city was a place of music, money, and happy people. But today, Glassview was a city of pure terror.Caster Spellbound walked slowly down the crowded street. He wore a simple, rough brown cloak. He pulled the deep hood over his head to hide his face. He leaned heavily on his wooden walking stick. He looked like an ordinary, tired, poor old man. No one knew he was the greatest Archmage in history. No one knew he was the man who had just saved the world from a dark god. He stopped and looked at the center of the street.A giant, floating magical crystal hung in the air. It was a broadcast crystal. The High Council of Glassview used these crystals to share news with the people.Right now, the crystal was flashing with bright, angry red ligh
Chapter 551
The city of Glassview was loud. It was a very rich, very shiny city. It sat fifty miles away from the ruined Sage Tower. It was built on high, green hills. The buildings were made of smooth, polished green glass and bright silver metal. Usually, the city was a place of music, money, and happy people. But today, Glassview was a city of pure terror.Caster Spellbound walked slowly down the crowded street. He wore a simple, rough brown cloak. He pulled the deep hood over his head to hide his face. He leaned heavily on his wooden walking stick. He looked like an ordinary, tired, poor old man. No one knew he was the greatest Archmage in history. No one knew he was the man who had just saved the world from a dark god. He stopped and looked at the center of the street.A giant, floating magical crystal hung in the air. It was a broadcast crystal. The High Council of Glassview used these crystals to share news with the people.Right now, the crystal was flashing with bright, angry red ligh
Chapter 550
When Caster had fought the dark god in his mind, he had taken the sharp, glowing white stylus of his own willpower and carved into his spiritual core. He had burned away the dark, evil ink of the monster. He felt the carving now. Deep inside his quiet soul, the words shone with a soft, warm, gentle light.CASTER SPELLBOUND. His True Name was secured. It was not a boastful, arrogant light. It was just a quiet, unshakeable truth. He knew exactly who he was. He was an old man who had made terrible mistakes, but he was also the man who had given up everything to fix them. He was not a monster. He was not an Existential Hazard. He was just Caster. And that was enough.Caster opened his eyes. He smiled at the small glass vial in his hand. He had not kept the black sigil to worship it. He had not kept it because he wanted the dark power back. He kept it as a trophy. He kept it as a simple, quiet reminder.Whenever he felt tired, whenever he felt like the world was too broken to be fixed,
Chapter 549
Lysane smiled. It was a beautiful, bright smile that made her look years younger, despite her snow-white hair."They are going to build a good world, Caster," Lysane promised him. "We are already organizing building crews. Toma the baker is showing the young mages how to mix mud and straw to build warm houses. Finn is teaching the other children how to plant seeds in the clean dirt. We are going to be fine.""I know you will be," Caster said. His gray eyes shone with immense pride. "Because you are here to guide them. They do not need a magical Master of Wards anymore, Lysane. They need a wise leader with a good heart. They need you."Lysane’s eyes filled with tears. She squeezed Caster’s scarred fingers tightly.It was a quiet, incredibly powerful moment between them. They were not just friends. They were two soldiers who had stood back-to-back at the absolute edge of oblivion. They had held the weight of the universe together. They had lost everything, but they had won the only thi
Chapter 548
Several days later, the sun rose over a completely different world. The dark, choking gray ash was gone. The sky was a brilliant, endless, perfect blue. The air did not smell like burnt bone or heavy magic anymore. It smelled like fresh pine trees, wet dirt, and clean rain.Outside the ruined capital city, in the wide, green fields of the wild lands, the survivors had built a base camp.It was not a rich, beautiful place like the old Sage Tower. There were no floating white marble gardens. There were no golden statues. It was a messy, loud, busy camp made of simple tents. The tents were sewn together from old blankets, torn gray robes, and pieces of blue silk rescued from the broken city.Fires burned in the center of the camp. But these fires were not made of pale, freezing spectral light. They were normal, warm, cracking orange fires built from dry wood.The people were cooking simple soup. They were talking. They were laughing. The fear was finally gone.At the edge of the busy c
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