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

"Your Excellency," the birthmarked man suddenly stood up, urgently dissuading, "An officer shouldn't directly contact the enemy's messenger, they might be assassins..."


Mason smiled and waved his hand, the birthmarked man pursed his lips and sat down, no longer speaking.


Footsteps sounded again, and the messenger passed on the word, bringing over the people from Terdun, and everyone's gaze converged on the newcomers.


Two men arrived, both clad in Herders' leather robes, but one could tell at a glance that the one in the lead was a Herder, while the one behind felt somewhat awkward in his robe.


The Herder messenger, seeing the tent filled with people, wasn't intimidated at all and strode towards Mason, arrogantly stating, "In Herde Language... by order of..."


He didn't finish his sentence because Mason had picked up a short gun from the table and aimed it at the messenger's head, pulling the trigger without hesitation.


Click—a sound as the sear disengaged, the cylinder rotated.


Chapter 83 Sightseeing_3