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

A force of over a thousand riders, accompanied by three times their number in mounts, was divided into six squadrons. Each squadron's horses matched the scale of a small herd from a Hurd tribe.


After a torrential downpour, the wasteland on the West Bank of the Big Horn River, scorched to ash, once again grew lush and verdant.


The six squadrons moved forward in parallel like six torrents, coursing over the black wasteland speckled with pale green.


Squadrons couldn't directly see one another; only the distant plumes of dust kicked up by galloping hooves affirmed the presence of allies.


Within the torrent, Winters witnessed casualties unfolding time and again: some warhorses stumbled after stepping into rodent burrows; riders fell off their mounts through sheer exhaustion.


His heart bled, yet he couldn't reach out to help—the riders who lagged behind had to wait alone in the wasteland for the recovery squad to arrive.


Chapter 2 Surprise Attack