2024-04-28 17:44:25"I'm not trying to scare you, but you haven’t seen old Thorpe's reaction. He was excited when he held that potion bottle. He was stuttering and stammering, saying it was a masterpiece, something for the history books, and more. It was strange..."
The young mage became even more curious. Thorpe was famous in Rebillion City for his potion-making skills, always aiming high. Even the Great Alchemist of the Twin Moons chamber of commerce didn’t impress him, as he usually ignored both old-timers and newcomers.
Solon rarely heard him praise anyone. Just hearing him say “acceptable” was a big deal.
But losing control like this? Talking about future history books...
‘Was the potion that special?’ he wondered.
“You know me, I’m not an expert in potion-making,” Sikoa said, glancing at his disciple. “But Thorpe mentioned that each bottle of this potion might bring another Great Mage to the Sage Tower!”
As he finished, Solon gasped. ‘Forget Masterpiece and history books, this is about Great Mages...’
The Sage Tower had 13 Great Mages, with only 7 residing permanently. The big three had been in hiding for most of the past decade. External affairs and resource conflicts were handled by these seven. In other words, the Sage Tower's status depended a lot on them.
With seven Great Mages...
If Thorpe was right, and each bottle could bring a Great Mage, Solon couldn’t imagine what would happen.
Any power gaining Thorpe's favor could challenge the Sage Tower in Rebillion City. The three big shots knew this. If someone controlled them, destroying the Sage Tower would be easy.
Cold sweat dripped down Solon's forehead at the thought.
On the bright side, Thorpe seemed to prefer staying out of the spotlight. He hadn't revealed his plans yet, sending a young mage with the potion and giving the pass to another young mage.
The key to figuring this out was those two young mages...
Especially Sifa Spellbound. He must be close to the creator, or else Thorpe wouldn't have given him the pass.
‘No wonder Master acted that way…’ Solon thought. ‘If the Twin Moons chamber of commerce was involved in Flint Spellbound's shipwreck and their plot came out, they'd face the wrath of an incredible Great Alchemist...’
As Solon thought, Sikoa ended their discussion. “Given the situation, only a fool would cooperate with the Twin Moons chamber of commerce.”
The young mage suddenly sympathized with the father-son pair. They'd prepared for six months to cooperate with the Sage Tower, only for a potion to overshadow their efforts.
“Okay, I've told you everything. It's up to you to handle it. Don't rely on me. You'll take over my seat sooner or later. Learning to handle these matters is important.”
“Yes, I'll take care of it...”
...
A month passed. Since their discussion in the reception room, Solon kept a close eye on the young mage.
He found the young mage fascinating. His reading range was vast, from light histories to profound Jide Formula knowledge. Solon often wondered if there was any reason behind his choices or if he just read for fun.
Solon wanted to remind him of the rare opportunity in the Sage Tower’s library. Many mages would sell everything for it. Yet he seemed to take it lightly, picking random books daily. Solon feared he might regret it one day.
Today confirmed his fears.
Solon went to the library after breakfast and saw the young mage reading a book with a red-striped cover. ‘Here we go again...’ Solon sighed. It wasn’t light reading; it was at least Great Mage level. For a recent 1st Rank Mage, it was leisurely.
It wasn’t the first time Sifa had done this. Solon even saw him read a silver-striped magic book once, suitable for High Mages. Solon couldn’t bear it. How could a mage not respect knowledge?
Even a book only for Great Mages was just leisurely to him. He wasn’t pondering, just flipping pages with a pleased expression. Solon wondered if he was studying at all.
If only Solon knew he’d guessed right this time...
Caster had tired himself out this month. To quickly understand the current era, he had read through more than a dozen bookshelves. His reading speed was so fast that it would have melted someone else's brain.
Today, when Caster went to the library, he decided to take it easy and not work his brain too hard with boring historical knowledge or comparing magic from different eras. He wanted to find a fun book to read...
So, Caster picked up a book called The Fanrusen Formula. To him, these books for Great Mages were just for fun. It didn't take much effort for him to read page after page. Sometimes, he found mistakes and criticized the errors.
Sitting in the sun, reading and criticizing the author, it was a nice life.
“Tsk tsk tsk, a High Mage who doesn’t know right from wrong, still believing in that seven-string theory? Such a mess...”
“What do you mean by mess?” When Solon approached, he heard the last part and gave Caster a strange look.
“Good morning, Mage Solon. Nothing’s a mess, did you mishear?” Caster raised his head and answered.
“Is that so...” Solon smiled and didn’t say anything else. He had come to remind Caster out of kindness.
Maybe because Caster got his pass too easily, he didn’t seem to appreciate it. His choice of books and attitude while reading seemed too casual. He might regret it later when he aimed to become a Great Mage.
As someone more experienced, Solon didn’t want to see this happen. Sometimes, if an opportunity was missed, it couldn’t be grasped again.
“Mage Spellbound, that...” Solon started talking before hesitating. Although Caster was only a 1st Rank Mage, there might be a Great Alchemist behind him. He couldn’t lecture him in a way that might anger him.
“Eh? What?”
After a moment, Solon said, “It’s not important, I just came to ask if you had any requests. As one of the guests with the highest pass, if you have any requests, we’ll satisfy them.” After this polite opening, Solon paused and then said, “Oh right, Mage Spellbound, do you need any book recommendations? I’ve worked here for two years and know the books.”
Solon felt a bit stuck being so polite to a 1st Rank Mage. He couldn’t help it; there might be a hidden Great Alchemist behind him. Even his teacher Sikoa didn’t want to act without thinking. He had to be careful; if he was too direct, he might annoy Caster.
So, Solon could only sigh inwardly, ‘I’ve given you the chance, it’s up to you whether you take it.’
“How could I trouble you with that…” Caster found it a bit annoying. He had finally decided to take a break. ‘What kind of recommendation can you give me? Are you disturbing me on purpose?’
But declining wasn’t an option because Caster could tell that Solon had good intentions. Thus, Caster could only say a few polite words while thinking of an excuse to brush him off.
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"I do not attack you because I do not want to break you," Caster said softly, his voice full of deep sadness. "You cannot break me!" Elias shrieked. The escalation began. Elias decided to end the fight. He decided to show Caster the true, terrifying potential of a magic that had no rules. Elias raised both of his hands high into the rainy sky. He closed his eyes. He let out a long, loud scream of pain. He began to pull on the very blood inside his own heart. Caster could actually feel the sick, heavy vibration of Elias’s heartbeat tearing itself apart to generate raw power. The raindrops falling around Elias stopped hitting the ground. The dark red magic grabbed the falling rain. It corrupted the water instantly. Thousands of tiny, ordinary raindrops suddenly turned into sharp, glowing red needles of boiling blood and ash. They hung in the air, pointing directly at Caster. It was a beautiful and horrifying sight. A massive cloud of deadly red needles, waiting to be unleashed.
Chapter 636
Elias spit onto the wet stone bridge. "Consequence is a myth invented by cowards," Elias sneered. He stood up tall, ignoring the pouring rain. "The universe is just a giant battery, Caster. It is waiting to be drained. The only rule is power. If you have the power to break the boundaries, you become a god. If you are afraid to break them, you stay a slave."Elias reached up and touched the bloody white bandages on his ruined face. "You think this is a punishment?" Elias whispered. A dark, evil, crazy smile spread across the healthy side of his mouth. "This burn is a badge of honor. It proves I touched the absolute limit of magic. It proves I am willing to pay the price.""It proves you are arrogant," Caster said firmly. He was tired of arguing. He loved his friend, but he hated the madness in Elias’s heart. "You are walking into the dark, Elias. If you continue down this path, you will destroy yourself."Elias’s green eye narrowed. The smile vanished completely. "I am not going to d
Chapter 635
The sky above the muddy battlefield was tearing in half. Caster Spellbound lay in the cold, wet dirt of the Rift Plains. He looked straight up. The giant hole in the sky was a mile wide. Through the jagged, glowing purple edges of the tear, he could see the pitch-black emptiness of the Ash Void. The purple artillery bombs from the Glassview army had crashed directly into the screaming red energy beams from the Crimson Alliance. The collision of dead magic and blood magic had ripped the roof off the world. The sound of the tearing sky was deafening. It sounded like a million sheets of thick glass breaking at the exact same time. Caster stared at the mixing colors. He saw the sick, bruised purple light crashing against the violent, bloody red light. As he watched the two terrible magics fight in the sky, his tired gray eyes slowly lost their focus. The loud, screaming noises of the terrified soldiers around him began to fade away. The cold rain hitting his face felt different. The
Chapter 634
"I will not let another child burn for me," Caster whispered into the dark of his own mind. Caster opened his eyes. He reached deep down into his soul. He found the heavy, locked box where he kept the golden seed. He did not just open the box. He shattered it. "You want to see my magic, Elias?!" Caster roared. His voice was no longer the raspy voice of a tired old man. It was the booming, earth-shattering voice of absolute authority. The change was instantaneous and terrifying. Caster’s ordinary gray eyes vanished completely. They were replaced by a solid, blinding, brilliant golden light. It looked like two tiny suns had ignited inside his skull. The heavy, dark gray military coat he wore whipped furiously around his legs, even though there was no wind. The air in the muddy battlefield suddenly became incredibly heavy. It felt like standing at the bottom of a deep ocean. The red fog around them stopped swirling. It froze in pure fear. VZZZZZZ-WOOOOOM! A massive, visible shock
Chapter 633
Thorpe’s face twisted into an ugly sneer. "We will see who is in a cage very soon," Thorpe mocked. He raised his hand. "I did not just call you to chat about old times, Caster," Thorpe said. "I called you to show you how useless you are. I wanted to look you in the eyes while I prove that your rules are dead."Thorpe snapped his holographic fingers. The sound echoed through the red fog. Instantly, the thick, sticky red mud beneath their feet began to bubble. Caster looked down. The ground was moving. It looked like boiling water. "What is happening?" Sikoa yelled, stepping backward. "The mud!" young Toby screamed from the sandbags. The red magic from the cannon blast had not just destroyed the Relay Tower. It had soaked deep into the earth. And Elias Thorpe was controlling it remotely. The boiling mud suddenly shot upward. It did not splash. It hardened. Thick, jagged, dark red spikes of solid bone erupted from the ground. They moved with terrifying speed. They grew like twist
Chapter 632
The red light began to paint a picture in the empty air. It drew a pair of tall black boots. It drew a long, heavy coat made of dark crimson leather. It drew broad shoulders. Finally, it drew a face. A massive, life-sized hologram of a man appeared in the middle of the muddy battlefield. He looked so real that Caster could almost smell the expensive perfume and old blood on his clothes. It was Elias Thorpe. He stood tall in the mud. The left side of his face was completely melted and scarred from the magical fire a hundred years ago. His skin looked like ugly, twisted wax. But his right side was handsome and sharp. His single green eye stared forward. His left eye was a swirling orb of pure, screaming red energy. Elias Thorpe smiled. It was a cold, arrogant, terrifying smile. He was not physically there. He was miles away, standing safely on the balcony of his giant walking machine. But his magical projection looked right at Caster. "Look at you," Elias Thorpe said. His voice ca
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