The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 281 - One: Logging In

Chapter 281: Chapter One: Logging In

Gently plucking the seven-stringed harp in his hand, beautiful notes suddenly leapt into the air, like wind spirits dancing gracefully, giving one the urge to soar. The surrounding curtain of air magic slowly dissipated, and of course, outsiders couldn’t sense the change in these spatial magic elements. Still, Komer knew the experiment to control air magic with musical notes that he designed had achieved perfect success.

In fact, this magic curtain was a combination of air magic and perception magic. It was controlled by two factors: touch, where anyone entering its range would instantly cause it to evolve into a prepared attack magic array, and whether it was a mage or a martial arts expert trying to forcefully enter, they would have to break this magic array first.

To protect his most important workshop, Komer deliberately set up a mixed magic array of earth magic and Dark Erosion Magic. Dark Erosion Magic posed a challenge for any mage or paladin. To break through it, unless you were a dark wizard or you possessed exceedingly strong magic strength. As for the earth-based magic, Komer took advantage of the secret room below the room, on one hand, to launch powerful earth attacks, and on the other, to allow the equipment in the invaded room to escape into the underground passages where they were located in record time, thus protecting the equipments and items in the room.

On the workbench still lay the round cylindrical metal tube that had only just begun to take shape. Just processing this metal tube had already cost Komer a great deal of effort. The dark iron tube of the magical metal alloy, mixed with a large amount of other magic power ores, could faintly pulse with sparks of light in the dark. This was from adding Burning Stone, known as the utmost extreme of fire-type magic minerals, to the forging of Usteel, a highly unstable fire magic power ore that should categorize as a non-metal mineral, yet could be incorporated into metal by adopting special forging method to endow its magical characteristics to the metal, significantly enhancing the metal’s fire-type magical properties.

However, incorporating this type of ore into metal was a challenge; both smiths and mages needed to be well-versed in Fire Magic and deeply understand the properties of both metal and this type of fire magic power ore. Almost every source of this natural ore has slightly differing contents of fire magic power, most with a mix of magical properties. For example, some are more inclined towards the Light Series’ Solar Flame, a blend of Light and Fire Magic properties, while others lean towards the Dark Class’s Nether Shadow Flame, a combination of Dark and Fire Magic. If not careful during forging, failing to control the right heat, one could neither embed the highly active fire star magic mineral’s fiery magic power onto the metal nor would prevent the burning of the magic metal. Worse, one could even trigger an outburst of Solar Flame or Nether Shadow Flame, which was extremely dangerous for both the smith and the mage.

It took Maximi’s Smelting Workshop five working days to barely forge the Usteel into a cylindrical shape, then another week to polish the inner walls of the cylinder smooth. The Dwarf craftsmen in the workshop didn’t know what magic metal chimney sent by the Lord’s Mansion for processing was for. If you say it’s a chimney, then using such expensive magic metal seemed too extravagant for Lord. If there were other purposes, this thing didn’t look like any magic equipment or prop. After countless debates over drinks, the Dwarf craftsmen’s concluded that Lord was probably designing some special magic circle requiring this advanced magical instrument beyond ordinary people’s comprehension.

After grinding Burning Stone into powder and repeatedly subjecting it to processes of magical flame calcination and cathode water immersion three times, Komer finally managed to fuse the fire magic power of Burning Stone onto the Usteel chimney. This project took five nights to complete, signifying the initial completion of the Magic-armed gun’s barrel. The remaining tasks would be even more complex and difficult, but at the moment, Komer was running out of time to focus on developing the Magic-armed gun’s launching device and the transformation and conduction devices for the magic power ores. According to his own estimates, designing and completing these two critical components would take at least more than half a year, and now, the intricate political duties hardly left him ample time to devote himself to the task.

The initial thought was that having grasped the procedural principles, he could easily complete the design and prototype production in a short time, but it turned out to be wishful thinking. Just the design of the parts took up a lot of time, and processing these parts, merely preparing enough variety of magic metal materials, required a considerable period of time. All things considered, to complete a Magic-armed gun prototype, Komer calculated that just the cost of materials would not be less than 150,000 Gold Shields, not to mention the time, energy, and effort invested by him.

Gently caressing the dark metal chimney with his palm, as if fondling his beloved woman, Komer shook his head. The Gray Skulls would send someone nearly every other week to inquire about the progress, but considering their behavior on the Nether Sea, Komer felt it was necessary to test their patience further. With Mattdam’s port status now suppressed by the Homer Navy, to Komer’s dissatisfaction, the Gray Skulls remained indifferent under his watchful eye. Though not obligated by agreement, their apparent willful negligence irked him internally. Support has always been mutual. He had delivered several Mirrors of Thousand Miles as promised, but now the Gray Skulls were fixated on contending with Katrina for dominance over the northern Mediterranean. With his own limited time, the development of the magic-armed gun would have to be put on hold, especially since the Gray Skulls had not yet fully delivered on the research grant, which served as a perfect excuse.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and a pair of slightly sluggish eyes that looked as if they hadn’t fully woken up yet gleamed on golden cheeks. His agile steps and open eyes hinted at significant progress compared to his previous state. As soon as he entered the workspace, Komer had sent a psychic suggestion to the zombie at the other end to wake it from its slumber. After handling daily affairs, this place had become Komer’s sanctuary for relaxation. To Komer, busying himself here was also a form of psychological rest, a respite from the exhausting schemes and the banalities of politics that aged one prematurely. Komer increasingly enjoyed immersing himself in the world of magic alone, designing and creating magical instruments, concocting potions, training zombie reflexes, and enhancing his ability to command with his mind. Spending time with the Pure Dark Mage Lome, whose original memories he gradually erased, was a delight. Sometimes, Komer even wished he could stay forever in his studio, quietly working according to his will without external hindrances or limitations, though he knew it was nothing more than a dream.

This was a spacious training room, equipped with wooden pillars, ropes, iron balls, sliding chains, and even hidden weapon dispensers—all for training in reaction. The young girl mage stood beside Komer, watching the moving figure in the room with curious eyes. The stiletto in her hand slid gracefully through the air, and the grey mist enveloping the corpse indicated it had reached the realm of magical fighting Qi. The occasional flicker of dark light at the tip of the stiletto added a mysterious aura. The ghostly figure moved and leapt among countless pillars, ropes, and swinging iron balls, even flying at times. When it occasionally triggered a magic weapon device, hidden weapons would shoot out sporadically. Dodging, countering, and pouncing—the body moved fluidly, resembling not so much a zombie as a specialized assassin.

"Great Sage, this Silver Corpse of yours has reached the pinnacle of its level. Lome believes you can fully move it to the next phase of training," the girl’s mesmerizing voice had completely returned to its original tone, no longer the cold and deadly inflection of the past. This was very pleasing and natural to Komer’s ears.

Komer had spent a great deal of effort to completely erase the memories of the charming girl before him. The youthful vitality had returned to the girl, and the mask and makeup were long removed. Her painted brows and delicate features brought a pleasurable delight to any man. Her hair, playfully tied in a ring-shaped bun atop her head, added a touch of graceful maturity to her youthful charm. Despite seeing her almost daily, Komer couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness and tenderness towards her. Such a natural beauty, tragically indoctrinated with countless oppressive doctrines by the inhumane Church of Light. Had he not rescued her from the Withered Soul Forbidden Land, she would have withered away in the stifling confines of the Church, eventually becoming one of those conservative, rigid old nuns.

However, Komer had to admit that the Church of Light had an unparalleled eye for talent. Even though it had taken him immense effort to achieve his goal with this girl, her exceptional aptitude justified it all—her excellent memory, keen understanding, and extraordinary magical ability were indeed treasures bestowed by Hades, god of the underworld. Having completed the mind cleansing and Solidification Technique, in just one month, the girl was able to comfortably discuss and exchange ideas with him in the field of dark magic. Of course, over the past month, Komer had systematically imbued her with his knowledge system of dark magic through his potent spiritual power and profound psychic magic. Yet even so, the transformation was astonishing: from a Pure Light Mage, a Sanctuary Guardian of the Church of Light, to a Nether wizard—a miracle in itself, filling Komer with immense pride in his achievement.

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