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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
751 Chs

Chapter 33 Drawing Lots and The Lion_3

The little lion, finally getting to relieve itself after holding it in for several days, yawned contentedly.

"Kid, haven't you realized yet?" Winters said as he walked to the washbasin to clean his hands, not even turning his head: "You don't have the ability to take care of this little guy right now. Leaving it with you will only get it killed sooner or later. It's a matter of ability, not willingness."

Although Bell was reluctant to admit it, he couldn't find the words to argue when he saw the handkerchief soaked with pale yellow liquid on the table.

"And even if you could raise it, you have no clue what to do once it's grown," Winters, having washed his hands, sat back down and nodded at the handkerchief on the table: "Wash it and return it to me tomorrow."

"Then what do you suggest we do..." Bell said, head hung low in dejection.