I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 716 - 716 715. Magic Network Prototype_1

Chapter 716: 715. Magic Network Prototype_1 Chapter 716: 715. Magic Network Prototype_1 Old Eggplant was busy tending to the farms with the players and expanding the forest, while Only Knows a Bit was also bustling about.

He didn’t understand magic, but it seemed that Lu Ban and his team didn’t really need him to; he just had to explain computers to the mage.

“…so, that’s why such a structure can be established.”

After mustering up the courage to explain the basic principles of computer network communication, Only Knows a Bit reviewed his notes carefully once more, fearing any mistakes that might mislead the other party.

Fortunately, this mage was quite clever.

Since Only Knows a Bit produced popular science videos, he had encountered many people with a decent thirst for knowledge, and he knew that being clever wasn’t the same as knowing a lot.

For example, many believe that if they traveled back to ancient times, they could rise to prominence just with their modern perspective and knowledge. This belief stems from the vast amount of information absorbed in modern society, where even elementary students can learn a great deal through the Internet.

But cleverness is the ability to quickly understand new things, such as this young mage before him who knew nothing of the internet or computers. With just a cursory explanation from Only Knows a Bit, he was quick to grasp the concepts and even proposed his own ideas, some of which Only Knows a Bit himself had only a vague understanding of, aware only of the existence of such technologies.

“So, in actuality, we can construct a Magic Network like this, which instead of relying solely on a few Divine Beings to bear the pollution, would distribute it among each person linked to the Magic Network. This method could effectively mitigate the effects of pollution.”

Joester was making notes while confirming his own ideas.

“However, there are two problems with this Magic Network model. First, even so, we still need several strong nodes to store the core magic, which means we still need to find beings with divine-like traits to memorize knowledge, while the other spellcasters joining the Magic Network are just for maintenance.”

“Another issue is that a large number of common spellcasters need to join the Magic Network. When the number of spellcasters in the Magic Network is too low, the pollution remains severe. At least a few thousand mages are needed to maintain the normal operation of the Magic Network.”

“Indeed, putting the first problem aside for now, the second problem is also difficult to solve in the current Night Country, where there are too few Court Mages.”

Shia agreed.

From Only Knows a Bit’s explanations and the discussions with Joester, she had gained a certain understanding of the foundational design of the Magic Network.

In Shia’s era, Mage’s Towers were a common sight, but in this age, such structures were nearly nonexistent.

Shia couldn’t help but suspect that the Mage’s Tower itself might be a type of Magic Network amplifier.

A Mage’s Tower is a magical structure. Common mages nearby can more easily connect to the Magic Network, and the spells they release are also somewhat amplified. For instance, the Gray Tower is the largest Mage’s Tower in the Night Country.

Now, Shia understood the purpose of such structures better. The amplification of the Mage’s Towers enables nearby mages to take on pollution more easily, so the establishment of the Gray Tower must have been due to the Magic Network’s needs; the two are closely related.

Shia deduced that each Mage’s Tower was a high-level node that stored knowledge and pollution, a physical manifestation of the Magic Network.

As for the number of Court Mages, Shia could think of no solution either.

Even if the Magic Network could be built and common people immediately signed up for thrice-handshake agreements to join the Magic Network, those who had never been exposed to pollution would likely lose their sanity at once, or even worse, contaminate the Magic Network themselves. Finding thousands of Court Mages to join a newly born Magic Network seemed like an impossible challenge.

Nevertheless, all these difficulties paled in comparison to finding some Divine Beings capable of bearing pollution and imprisoning them to obediently serve as containers for it.

Lu Ban wondered if it might be possible to ask Charlotte or Baobao to take turns bearing the burden, but he also felt that if beings like them truly connected to the Magic Network, they might release strange, eerie, forbidden knowledge to punish those inquisitive mages.

He decided not to disturb those two.

A peal of thunder came from outside, and Cui Siter, who had been listening in a daze, looked out.

In the forest far away, a thunderstorm brewed with the ferocity of Lei Ting.

The thundercloud was far larger than ordinary ones, distinctly visible even at a distance exceeding a hundred miles.

“That, too, is a curse,”

Joester explained.

“Powerful mages can leave behind a curse before they die.”

“A curse?”

Cui Siter gazed at the deep purple thunderclouds with a palpable sense of trepidation.

“Yes, the more powerful the mage, the more pollution they harbored. In their youth, when they had great strength and still maintained their sanity, this pollution could be suppressed. Some mages would even choose to allow parts of their bodies to mutate to alleviate the torment the pollution inflicted on their sanity,”

Joester answered.

“But as they aged, their sanity nearly depleted, the pollution in their bodies reached a limit. At any moment they could lose control, and indeed, some mages had almost completely lost their sanity, succumbing to madness. At such times, many mages chose to end their lives willingly.”

“Sanity diminished…”

Cui Siter glanced at the little sanity he had left and started contemplating his own end.

According to what Lu Ban and the others had said, he theoretically chose to stay in Lu Ban’s world, to seal the soon-to-awake Ancient Overlord.

But Cui Siter currently had no methods for sealing the Ancient Overlord and truly couldn’t fathom how he made such a choice.

Yet Cui Siter’s own sanity was indeed dwindling; in at most two more missions, he feared he might actually step into true madness.

If that time came, Cui Siter felt he might indeed choose, as Lu Ban and the others had said, to sacrifice himself and leave something behind for this world.

Just like those mages did.

“Yes, these mages would delve deep into the Black Forest, trying to avoid affecting humanity. Then, with all the strength they had left, they would construct a magic, unique unto themselves—an ultimate spell. This is the curse a mage leaves behind,”

Joester explained.

“Take Agni the Fire Incinerator, for example. He was one of the greatest mages in history, single-handedly defeating two Demonic Tide Lords. Before his death, he chose to enter deep into the northern forests, turning into a vast inferno tornado. In the north of the kingdom, as night falls and one gazes northward, they can see that crimson expanse.”

“Or like this one, which should be the curse left by Thunderclap Solaral. This curse perpetually circles above the Black Forest, moving while wreaking destructive havoc on the Demonic Beasts within.”

As he spoke, he looked toward the distant deep purple lightning. The lightning flashes illuminated his profile, focused and grave.

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