Mage Manual-Chapter 252 - 216 Each Owns Means of Transportation
Chapter 252: Chapter 216: Each Own’s Means of Transportation
Chapter 252: Chapter 216: Each Own’s Means of Transportation
Ash had eaten one third of the Sword Heart Stone, while Sonia had consumed two thirds. Diya also wanted to prove her sociability, but unfortunately, Ash didn’t have the time or the Fist Claw Technique Spirit.
However, after they had finished, there was still a large pile of faction stones left, such as Fire Technique, Earth Magic, Wind Skill, and so on. They picked and chose some more to consume—for instance, Ash’s Earth Sword could consume Earth Collapse Stones, and his Wind Barrier could consume Wind Injury Stones; Sonia’s Slaughter Sword could consume Necromancy Stones, while Diya’s Finger Silk could consume Arrow Feather Stones…
Just like how Mages can have many minor factions in addition to their main one, Technique Spirits themselves, aside from their primary faction, are influenced by many secondary factions. Ash’s Earth Sword was the most evident example, with swordsmanship and Earth Magic influencing it in about a 7:3 ratio. Therefore, the Earth Sword consuming Earth Collapse Stones had roughly a 30% catalyzing effect.
After picking and choosing, they still had half of the faction stones left. These stones couldn’t be taken with them, after all, as the Mages returning to reality wouldn’t know where they would end up in the Time Continent the next time, making taking the stones meaningless. So they either had to consume them all there or simply give up.
Sonia and Diya had already anticipated this, only Ash, who had the mentality of a scavenger, felt it was a pity as he examined the faction stones. Sonia urged, “Hurry up and eat all the remaining stones, then we also need to continue chasing the White Bull.”
“Alright,” Ash nodded. Since he had voluntarily given up the stones he needed to the Sword Witch, they both agreed to let him have all the unrelated faction stones.
When Ash summoned the Substitute Technique Spirit to absorb this faction stone, the Technique Spirit was visibly reluctant, like a person who loved sweet soybean pudding being forced to eat a salty one. Unfortunately, under the Mage’s compelling power, it had no choice but to gulp it down.
Ash watched, finding it amusing. As he was picking up the stones, he accidentally picked up an ordinary stone that had no luster underneath.
The game interface suddenly popped up.
“Detected an upgrade enhancement resource needed for Aurora’s autonomous car. Would you like to absorb it?”
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“Never would have thought… it would be this.”
In the Kingdom of Blood Moon, in apartment 302 on the third floor of a building constructed in the ’40s, the college student Meiwa looked at the Technique Spirit in her hand, momentarily lost in thought.
The fold-eared cat, Little String, jumped onto the table and reached out with its paw, curiously touching the Technique Spirit only to find its paw passing through. The cat was immediately frightened and stood up, warily eyeing this mysterious glowing object.
The Technique Spirit had the appearance of a long-haired girl playing a sonata flute, which seemed to be from the Sound Magic System. In fact, it had a close relationship with sound.
Its name was “Echo.”
This was a rare Technique Spirit that possessed the properties of both the Spirit and Sound Magic factions. It could not only use sound to perform reconnaissance of the surroundings but also make traces tangible through sound, such as concretizing a certain area, items touched by people, or events that had occurred, as if replaying the past.
Of course, since the past was too vast, the Technique Spirit, based on the Mage’s cognition, would only concretize things that the Mage had experienced.
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Simply put, with this Technique Spirit alone, Freyja could easily join the Crime Hunting Hall, and not as part of the combat-focused Blood Frenzy Sequence but the less strenuous and higher-paying Crime Hunting Sequence.
But Freyja hadn’t actually planned to summon this Technique Spirit; how could she have ever expected to summon such a rare Technique Spirit? Her initial goal was “Suggestion,” then feeling that “Suggestion” was not quite her style, she switched to “Charm.”
Because information on the Spirit Faction was scarce in the Kingdom of Blood Moon, Freyja could only roughly cobble together a ‘possibly useful’ method of study from various materials collected at the university. She regularly volunteered for spirit counseling, steadily advancing her faction realm, step by step.
Tonight, after watching a drama called “Mud Flower,” her emotions were stirred by resonance with the Void Realm, and the knowledge she had already met the standards for gave birth to her first legacy that could be taken to the grave—Echo Technique Spirit.
Although it was quite normal to summon a Technique Spirit once the faction realm reached the standards, Freyja felt she would remember for a lifetime the fact that “watching dramas increased the chances of summoning Technique Spirits.” Not only would she watch more dramas in the future, but she would also record this fact in the Mage’s Handbook after she was gone.
Even though Freyja had indeed read about the Echo Technique Spirit a few days ago, she knew nothing about its summoning requirements, nor did she intend to summon it, yet somehow she did.
…She had a kind of ominous premonition.
Freyja looked at this Technique Spirit. Logically, when a new Mage obtained a new Technique Spirit, the first thing to do was to test its power; however, Meiwa had no such desire at all.
Because here was her home.
The traces preserved in this room only belonged to an evil man, a mischievous animal, a lovely being, and herself with Little String.
Meiwa opened the curtains, letting the grand Blood Moon cast sweet colors over the bedroom, then she lay on the bed, searching for the Gate of Truth within the Technique Spirit’s body, preparing for her first journey into the Void Realm.
She had long completed the knowledge preparation before entering the Void Realm; tonight, the Blood Moon was also bright. The “Blood Moon Protection” would make her soul more resilient, consuming less soul energy when healing injuries in the Void Realm.
Gate of Truth, linking to the Void Realm, sinking into the mist…
Contrary to those foolish rumors behind the Veil and the private chats in university, entering the Void Realm didn’t feel like being uncomfortably squeezed into a rubber tube, nor did it have the liberating sensation of unshackling the body. If she had to describe it, Freyja considered it—nakedness.
Unconstrained, yet still with self, as if being naked was facing the world candidly; thus, entering the Void Realm was the Mage facing knowledge without any concealment.
As expected, Meiwa plunged into the sea. Even after several practice sessions, she couldn’t help but feel panicked subconsciously—a reaction shared by all terrestrial beings engulfed by seawater, except for Fishman Mages. But she quickly regained her composure, gently kicking her feet to stay balanced and opened her eyes to face this unfamiliar world.
Fog, dark sea, silence, monotonous colors formed a vast prison, and a boundless sense of loneliness hit her face. But for the residents of the Kingdom of Blood Moon, such loneliness was barely acceptable; after all, they had been trained to resist loneliness from the starting line.
Freyja had seen during her time volunteering in psychological aid that Mages could develop a fear of the solitude in the Void Realm. However, these Mages were mostly humans; only a few were Goblins or Beastmen, while ogres were practically never seen—not just because there were fewer ogre Mages, but more importantly, ogres could eat Moon candy to dispel their fears, eliminating the need for psychological treatment.
When it came to psychological and spiritual ailments, Moon candy was a panacea.
Aside from ogres, Meiwa Mages seldom needed psychological counseling either, as Meiwas could heal their spirits by resolving emotions of lust. Thus, psychological illnesses were rare among Meiwas, which might be considered one of their racial talents.
Freyja had mentally prepared herself before entering the Void Realm, ready to face the unknown with courage like stepping into a freshly opened mud café.
However, as she turned her head, an out-of-place item suddenly intruded upon her view.
A ship.
Meiwa stared blankly for a few seconds before her mind started to race—why was there a ship here?
She hesitated for a moment, then recalling that death in the Void Realm wasn’t real, she climbed aboard to investigate.
There was nothing worth describing—just an ordinary ship without oars, drifting alone on the Sea of Knowledge, like a pet abandoned by its master.
She sat on the ship, looking up at the endless fog, feeling the tension in her heart dissipate by half.
Just then, her body suddenly stiffened, and from the deepest corner of her memory, she unearthed a forgotten gem.
“Help, help, I was ambushed by Meiwa at night; I’m going to be killed…”
“Hey, if you don’t want to die, hand over your Void Realm experience. I heard you need to swim in the Sea of Knowledge, how did you swim? Backstroke? Butterfly? Freestyle?”
“Huh? I’ve never swum in the Sea of Knowledge; I took a ship.”
“You could’ve just humored me. How can you treat me like a fool, where would there be ships in the Sea of Knowledge! You forced me—”
“No, that’s too much of a foul play, I’m really dying… Sword Barrier!”
Could it be…
Freyja summoned the Resonance Technique Spirit, scrutinizing it until the Technique Spirit felt a bit uncomfortable. Only then did she activate the Technique Spirit.
A clear voice wafted over the small boat, the air vibrated into concrete shapes. He had stood here, sat there, lay here, sprawled there—over and over, and Meiwa looked around, surrounded by his traces.
Freyja dismissed the Technique Spirit’s effect and stared at the small boat for a while, her mind seemingly occupied with thoughts, and then—
“Go to hell!”
“Go to hell go to hell go to hell go to hell go to hell!”
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The boat capsized from her vigorous kick, but it seemed to have its own gyroscope system—it righted itself and continued to float on the sea, leaving only the drenched Meiwa in the water.
She climbed back onto the ship again, lying on it, staring blankly at the fog-enshrouded sky.
“I was supposed to soak in the sea, but you insisted on picking me up with your boat, and then you rowed away without a care. I had barely braced myself to keep soaking in the sea, so why did you leave the boat for me?”
“A man as evil as you should be locked in a basement, to be woken by me once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and three times at night.”
“But…”
Freyja sat up and stretched.
“Meiwas don’t have a rule against accepting gifts from men; it’s our sacred duty to take without reciprocating. I’ll happily take this boat. But how do I use it without oars?”
She searched the boat more thoroughly, and at last, a strand of hair in the ship’s panel revealed a mechanism—when pulled, a steering wheel rose in the center of the boat, allowing direct control over its movement.
Meiwa looked at the hair in her hand; it seemed like one from her own little Finger Silk.
“So…” Freyja maneuvered the steering wheel, driving the boat through the dense fog: “Wait for me, I’m coming to catch up!”
