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

"What you think is known only to you," Caman said with a hardened heart, clutching the holy emblem and avoiding Winters' gaze.


"The arrow in his thigh was enough to cripple his ability to move! The arrow in his stomach could have killed him instantly!" Winters' emotions erupted like a flash flood as he bellowed furiously,


"Even so, he struggled to swim across the Big Horn River! The Big Horn River that could freeze a man to death! Why don't you understand? He wants to live! Even if it's painful, he wants to live! It is not me who wants him to suffer; it is he who wants to live! Even if there's just a glimmer of hope, he wants to live! Why can't you see that?"


Caman, with his back to Winters, couldn't see his expression.


The golden chain tied to the holy emblem pressed into the nape of Caman's neck, leaving a deep furrow. Eventually, the chain couldn't bear the strain and was violently torn apart.


Chapter 61 Confrontation_3