Yin Zidian

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...

Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

"It's not because I am a Spellcaster," Winters said, putting his hand on Caman's shoulder, "it's because we are friends that you can't deal with me."


Caman violently shook off Winters's arm: "I am not your friend!"


"But I am your friend!" Winters tried to muster his most sincere smile.


"What on earth do you want?!" Caman almost snapped.


"I intend to pardon most of the prisoners in the labor camp," Winters replied seriously, "Before I announce the pardon, I wanted them to hear a sermon once, to give them some religious admonition, to prevent them from doing evil again in the future."


"Is that all?" Caman felt like he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.


"Truly, that's all," Winters answered truthfully: "There's absolutely no second purpose in bringing the prisoners here."


Caman sneered and turned around, half in doubt, returning to the altar.


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