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

So... he originally intended to gather all the troops and resources within his own manor.


It was only due to "Mr. Alpha's" firm insistence that Mayor Botar reluctantly allocated a hundred militia to the town center and mobilized the townsfolk to construct a wooden wall around it as a defensive fortification.


The development of events proved Mayor Botar's "foresight" to be correct, yet he had no feeling of satisfaction or pride.


Defeated soldiers who fled back to the manor brought terrible news: a "large army" had launched a surprise attack on Shovel Port by boat. The hundred or so militia stationed in the town were swiftly routed, and only managed to escape after a desperate fight, rushing back at once to report to His Honor the Mayor...


Botar dismissed the "desperate fighters who escaped to report" with a few silver coins—he could tell at a glance that the blood on them was from livestock, but chose not to expose them.


Chapter 4 Shovel Port_2