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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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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