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

The representatives in the first meeting room were about to discuss a matter that would change the fate of many:


Unifying the commercial laws, currency, and measurements of the various republics, abolishing checkpoints, transit taxes, and consumption taxes, to achieve the free circulation of goods within the Alliance, and to reach the ultimate goal — the establishment of the "Grand Senas Customs Alliance".


Twenty-one years ago, on an ordinary autumn day.


At the tavern of widow Airen, Poltan, Paulo Vinius, and Peter Ganchalov were brooding over their drinks.


"Mejery, you have to come up with a solution!" Paulo Vinius broke the silence, slamming the table and shouting, "We all listen to you."


Peter Ganchalov silently sipped his beer.


This was Poltan Mejery's ninth year since he arrived at the Newly Reclaimed Land.


Little widow Airen had become widow Airen, and a silver hair or two had crept into Poltan's temples.


Chapter 45: Guild_2