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Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Is Magic really just a wish machine? No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics. This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic. But what of it? Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature. Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician. But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws. The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason! The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together. Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic. The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Yin Zidian · Fantasy
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148 Chs

Chapter 36 Field Work_4

Translator: 549690339

So it wasn't until he heard what the customs official said that he realized the three and a half people lying inside were the four passengers from the Bandit Gull. It seemed none of the four had survived.

"...And then they were all killed on the dock," Lop said, failing to notice the young military officer opposite him had dilated pupils and quickened breath. "These four people, their names, places of origin, occupations are all mysteries. The murderer or murderers made off with the things they carried. Among the personal belongings left behind, not a single item could reveal their identities. As for the perpetrators, they fled the scene immediately and are now untraceable. They blew up one of our customs docks, and now we don't even know whom to ask for compensation."

Lop took another dossier from his adjutant and handed it to the lieutenant colonel: "This is the report written by the doctor in charge of the autopsies from our guard office."