Good thing I didn't come empty handed

"It's ruined"

Having removed his robe it was made apparent while looking at the small holes and tears that was riddled across the back side were the center of the enchanting formation was made made.

Contrary to his earlier assumption he had not escaped the shockwave completely, instead the robe had taken the brunt of the force and was then promptly destroyed under the pressure.

The exquisite robe was now just a pretty robe to look at instead of the masterpiece he had spent a fortune and more then two years of time to create.

Bemoaning himself over this loss Richard set to inspect his satchel. Outside of the necklace of translation and the already used up sunfire scroll there was a pair of stormlord heels, one scroll each of simulacrum, true sight, maze and polymorph other and two elixirs of healing.

The stormlords heels was a great find and he was happy at the fact that he had actually brought them with him to this strange plane. The boots were made of a black leather taken from a storm wyrmling which gave the wearer an innate protection against the lightning element coupled with an permanent enhancement of haste which resulted in the wearers movement speed being doubled.

Outside of this there was also forty-three gold coins and a great quantity of pen and pappers.

While happy that he had at least brought something with him. His situation was something else entirely.

Upon realizing that the catalyst for his spell would erupt in an explosion beyond his expectations, he had in his state of panic used up the strongest spell he had at his disposal. A wish scroll granted to him by that old hag.

Upon its usage the wish spell would try to grant any wish the user proclaimed after being used. The problem however was how the spell would grant that wish, to a great deal the wording used to proclaim the wish held the biggest influence. In his state of panic he had simply wished "Get me the hell out of here!" which had resulted in the opening of a portal.

A portal that from his guess after the run in with the bandits was not even in the same universe or plane of existence. The reason for this guess was him being unable to cast spells. While the items in his satchel was usable that was simply because they were already infused with a great deal of mana, though to his guess they would probably become useless in about ten years.

Contrary to a sorcerer that would cast their spells by using the energy stored within themselves a wizard on the other hand would use only a small part from themselves to manipulate the mana in their surroundings to wield their magic. However this plane seemed to be completely devoid of even the smallest trace of mana. Every plane associated to his universe would have some degree of mana a lack of that could only mean that he was very very far away from home.

What was worse however was the fact that the rejuvenation spell seemed to have been much more powerful then he had previously assumed. Normally one of these types of spells would grant its user an increased lifespan. The average human could only live til about seventy, some could live longer but most would die a long time before even that age had been reached. As a pseudo ninth tier wizard at the crisp age of three hundred something he had already used similar spells or items to grant himself ten to thirty more years of life. Looking at his young form he had simply assumed the spell was much more powerful and had granted him fifty to sixty years of life.

To his horror that did not seem to be the case seeing as he was even missing his mind space were the runes through which a wizards internal mana would be channeled to cast a spell was stored and the very symbol of someone being a mage was gone.

The only logical answer he could come up with was that the spell had not granted him an extended life but instead turned back the time of his body. He had actually returned to his previous state when he was, to his guess, around ten or eleven. He had however thankfully retained all knowledge and insight gained on his road as a wizard.

Normally anyone could become a wizard through hard work however it would on average take a minimum of five to ten years of hard study to gather the required knowledge to open the mind palace after the accumulation of knowledge was reached simply an influx of mana to awaken it was all that was required.

Because of this it was often very costly to become a wizard and many lacked the perseverance it required to become a wizard. Many would simply choose an easier or at least less expensive path to take. The exception to the rule was someone born with an innate spell rune they would normally awaken as a wizard by default around their fifteenth or sixteenth birthday. Children of long lines of wizard families would almost always gain an innate spell related to their wizard lineage. Anyone else lucky enough to gain one would usually gain one at seemingly random.

Richard who was a part of a long line of conjurers had gained an innate spell of conjuration, the magic school associated to summoning.

He had previously become a first tier wizard at the age of fifteen but with his horde of knowledge he could easily become one right now if only he could gain an influx of mana. There was the option of draining his magical items and scrolls of their mana but he would likely at most reach the second tier by doing so and it was doubtful if he could ever progress beyond that if there was no more mana to be found. On top of that being a second tier wizard but unable to cast any spells because of the lack of mana in his surroundings would make him a sorry sight.

The best solution he could think of at the moment was to simply try and gather more information about this strange new world.