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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Chapter 97: Ashes_2

Winters tried to enter a spellcasting state, but intense phantom pain made it impossible for him to concentrate.

Such a situation didn't surprise him; he had mentally prepared for it through the times he pushed himself to the limit.

Being unable to use magic didn't mean he would just sit and wait for death.

While the attention of the firekeeper was divided, Winters discreetly took a small knife from the plate and hid it in the palm of his hand.

Considering the condition of his left leg, it was impossible to dodge the opponent's attack.

Winters was prepared to grab the firekeeper's arm and stab him in the neck with the knife, opening it up, as they pierced his abdomen.

His only worry was that lying in bed had made his muscles too stiff to mount a counter-attack. So he gently moved his wrists, slowly regaining strength.

Winters hadn't realized it himself: His mindset had undergone a tremendous shift.