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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 · Fantasie
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756 Chs

Chapter 33 Drawing Lots and the Lion

"Nanxin Village, Bart Xialing!"

"West River Village, 'Red-faced' Philpot!"

Vashka pulled out small slips of paper with names written on them from the iron pot and handed them to the nearby Panveche.

The old house steward loudly read the text on the slip while registering the names in the ledger.

One by one, names echoed across the town square; the farmers whose names were called had ashen faces while those who didn't hear their own silently rejoiced at having dodged a bullet.

The pile of slips by Panveche's right hand grew, and soon the forty-eight slots would be filled.

Some people in the town square were counting aloud, and the count had reached forty-seven.

Everyone watched tensely as Vashka drew the last piece of paper from the pot; many believers prayed silently.

They prayed not to hear their own or a family member's name next.

Panveche took the final slip from Vashka's hand and hesitated.

"Hurry up and read it!" someone from the square couldn't help but urge.