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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Caster moved through Glassview’s old merchant alleys with steady, controlled breaths. The night was cold, and lanterns flickered weakly along the narrow passages, throwing long shadows on the moss-covered walls. He followed the trail left by the mysterious masked woman, replaying her whisper in his mind. “Not now, Spellbound.”She had known who he was. She had intervened at the perfect moment. She had predicted the Twin Moons agent’s move before it happened. That meant she had been watching him longer than he realized. Caster adjusted his hood and stepped around a corner where the air smelled of ink, metal, and old parchment. This part of the city was quiet, almost forgotten by the main districts. Here, relic dealers kept their doors half open, their lamps dim, and their voices low.He stopped when he saw a stall glowing with soft blue light. A trader stood behind the counter, wearing a simple gray robe and a bone-white mask with indigo markings.Caster recognized her instantly. S
Chapter 313
Cold air clung to the stone arches of the underground hall as the second auction of the night began. The room was darker now, the lamps dimmed as if to hide the sins about to be traded. Caster moved among the crowd like smoke, unseen when he chose, silent when he needed. He kept the Skell Dust fragment tucked safely under his cloak. Its pulse was faint but steady, like a small heartbeat following his every step.The auctioneer, a thin man with too-bright eyes, raised his voice above the murmurs. “Tonight’s special collection,” he announced, “is dedicated to relics recovered from what the Council has officially named the Rift Incident.”Everyone leaned forward. Caster felt a jolt run through his chest. Rift Incident. So they had already given Skell a polished name to bury the truth.The auctioneer snapped his fingers, and assistants pulled black cloths from the tables one by one, revealing objects that made Caster’s breath catch.A fractured temporal gauge, still humming in broken c
Chapter 312
Rain slid down the stone steps of Glassview’s lower academic district, turning the narrow streets into glistening rivers of reflected lantern light. Caster moved quietly among the shadows, hood pulled low, illusion sigil humming faintly against his collarbone. His steps were soft, almost soundless, as he blended into the crowd of scholars, students, and night wanderers. None of them noticed him, but he noticed all of them.He listened. He had spent three nights doing only that, listening to what the world believed about him.Tonight, the whispers were especially loud. “The Spellbound heir is gone,” a young researcher murmured to her companion as they passed. “The Council confirmed it. Skell ate him.”Caster fought the urge to look at them. He kept his face pointed toward the wet ground.Her friend replied in a low voice, “I heard he came back twisted. Something less than human. Something that crawled out of the rift.”Caster’s hand trembled beneath his cloak.Eidric’s faint echo sti
CHAPTER 311
The storm spat him out like a dying thing exhaling its final breath. Caster stumbled as his boots hit broken pavement. Air cracked around him in thin lightning arcs. Behind him, the swirling rift twisted with red and pale gold light, screaming as it sealed itself shut. The last beam of fractured color stretched across the sky, then vanished completely. Silence followed. A heavy, eerie silence.Caster lifted his head, breathing hard. His cloak clung to him, wet from the storm he had just crossed. Tiny threads of Skell essence flickered across his arms like faint veins of crystal. Each pulse glowed softly before fading back into his skin.He was back. Not in the Bleeding Aether, not in the Void Corridors, but somewhere real. Somewhere familiar. Earth. Rebillion City.His chest tightened. A wave of warm air drifted across the cracked street, carrying the smell of dust and city smoke. The immediate area was nearly empty. Lights flickered inside abandoned shops. A broken cart lay overt
Chapter 310
The storm eased at last. The swirling red clouds pulled apart like curtains drawn back by invisible hands. Light filtered through the gaps in soft sheets of gold and violet, no longer sharp enough to cut the air. The ground beneath Caster’s feet steadied. The strange currents of gravity calmed until every breath felt normal again. For a long moment, no one moved.Caster stood at the edge of a cracked ridge, his cloak fluttering in the faint wind. The sky still bled in thin trails, but the violent thunder had quieted. The plane seemed exhausted, as though it had spent centuries fighting itself and now begged for a moment of peace.Sethra leaned against a shattered crystal pillar, trying to catch her breath. Brann sat on the ground nearby, staring at his trembling hands. The silence pressed down on them, stretching long and thin.Caster finally spoke. “We survived,” he murmured.His voice sounded too soft for a battlefield, but it matched the strange stillness around them. It carried
Chapter 309
The moment Caster stepped through the unstable rift, the world spun sideways. He fell forward onto ground that did not feel like ground. It shifted like soft clay and rippled beneath his palms. The air smelled like metal and burning ink. Above him, the sky tore itself apart in long spirals of red, gold, and black, each color crashing into the other like storms locked in a fight.Sethra stumbled next to him, dropping to one knee as her satchel spilled glowing parchment. Brann crashed onto his back with a groan. Miren stood upright the instant she arrived, her staff pressed against the ground as if she were standing on calm earth rather than a living tempest.Caster pushed himself up and scanned the plane. The Bleeding Aether. It was worse than he expected.The sky was not single but a cracked dome of swirling storms. Razor-thin shards of light hung suspended like frozen lightning. The ground curved unevenly, rising in slopes that moved under his feet. Every breath he took echoed in
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