noveltune Chapter 139 Let Magic Be Great Again
Chapter 139 Let Magic Be Great Again
Chapter 139 Let Magic Be Great Again
"You should stop here—the more I deal with travelers, the more uncertain I become."
After saying that, Gebu thought about it carefully. This strange uncle had helped him all along for free—if it was just for his amusement, it would be too far-fetched.
There is no such thing as a free lunch.
"You definitely don't have the ritual materials needed to advance to level 2, and you won't be able to get them anytime soon—hey, you need my help, Gebu," the strange uncle said with a chuckle.
"Before we talk about that, can you tell me what exactly happened at this site?"
"Of course, as you can see, this is the altar of the Six Old Gods. Before the arrival of the Holy Church of Obak, the believers of the gods would communicate with the gods here through offerings—similar to the religious rituals of the goblins."
“But this place doesn’t look like an altar at all,” Geb countered. “It’s more like a place guarded by puzzles and traps—I don’t know how to describe it, the boundary between the ethereal plane and the material plane? A door, a bridge, whatever, this place is right where the veil is weak—what exactly is the original function of that crystal? It can neutralize magical energy, and being in the spring, is it something like an anchor point? If I take it away, what will happen—”
"Questions, questions, you've asked so many questions, goblin." The elf uncle suddenly interrupted Geb, still smiling, but his eyebrows lowered, and his eyes gleamed behind his sunglasses. "What do these questions have to do with your own situation? Right now, you need to raise your ring, defeat the manticore, and escape from this place—before you can continue your wizarding journey, right?"
The strange uncle tapped his temple with his finger.
"Being meticulous is not a bad thing, but what you need more now is to focus on your goals and not get distracted by trivial things."
Aha, I've found his weakness. Geb immediately noticed the change in the elf's tone—he didn't want him to continue asking questions, which meant he was guilty!
This guy definitely had other motives.
He wanted to use this crystal to kill the manticore, which would most likely consume the resonant crystal—this crystal was locked in the ruins, which was equivalent to neutralizing the energy of the etheric spring. With the crystal gone, the magical energy in this place would become stronger—probably? What would happen then, Geb didn't know.
No, I won't agree to anything until I get an acceptable answer!
Gebu was no longer as reckless as when he first started learning witchcraft. Now that he knew the Traveler was an evil god, he had to be careful when dealing with His followers.
He pondered for a moment, his little mind racing. In this complex puzzle, there was one piece that just didn't fit in.
Gebu couldn't figure it out. But with the strange uncle here, that guy's behavior became reasonably explained—
"My attention was constantly focused, which is why I was able to spot things that others missed. Tell me, was that kobold you sent?"
The strange man paused for a moment, then grinned widely. Unlike before, this smile was genuine.
"I've never understood how that kobold had the audacity to provoke the scorpion lion. Your appearance explains it." Gebu adjusted his non-existent glasses, a glint in his eyes. "You planned to lure the scorpion lion and the beastmen to the ruins—you wanted someone to come here and take that crystal. I don't know your reasons for doing this, but that's your plan, isn't it?"
The strange uncle didn't say anything, he just smiled, and some people didn't start clapping until a full minute had passed.
"You guessed right, it was indeed me who sent that little dog-headed man. Unfortunately, he's nowhere near as good as you."
"What exactly is your plan?" Geb was tired of the weird uncle's habit of talking in circles and asked directly.
"Since we've come this far, I won't waste your time any more—magic, the Lord of Chaos desires more magic in the material plane. That's my plan."
"Huh? The material plane?" Geb asked in confusion. "But we can already cast magic in our material plane, can't we?"
"You call this magic?" the strange uncle chuckled. "Please, it seems you're used to that barren world. You have no idea that the material plane was once filled with magic—the air was rich in wonderful magical energy, and even every flower and blade of grass displayed a captivating aura. You felt it too, didn't you? In the era recorded in the book, a thousand years ago, the abilities of wizards far surpassed those of today."
"Wait a minute, are you saying that magic was much more widespread in the material planes in the past than it is now?"
"It's not just about breadth, but more importantly, intensity," the eccentric uncle said, his tone tinged with an inexplicable nostalgia and ecstasy. "In the world today, magic is far too scarce—almost suffocating. Imagine the wonderful feeling of a whale, its skin cracked from being baked in the desert sun, immersing itself in seawater for the first time—the cool, refreshing magic penetrating deep into its skin and bones."
"So, you want to destroy the crystal, open the etheric well, and let more magic flow into the material plane? Is that your plan?"
"It's not 'opening,' it's 'restoring,'" the strange uncle corrected. "Don't worry, an etheric spring doesn't have that much energy. Think about it, a simple second-ring resonance crystal can seal it off, so how powerful could this spring be? My plan is to open many, many springs throughout the continent—the magic of this world will experience a great revival, bringing a breath of fresh air to this stagnant and corrupt world, more magic, more change—"
This is what my lord desires.
"To make magic great again?" Geb said.
"Let magic be great again," the strange uncle replied.
Make Arcana Great Again.
MAGA
This sounds familiar—if that's the case, we shouldn't be opening a spring, we should be building a wall—
"This is good for you. The more concentrated the magic in the world, the more powerful the wizards will be—of course, those old charlatans of the Church of O'Bak will vehemently oppose this plan," the strange uncle chuckled. "Are you a devout believer, Geb?"
"Don't joke around, they'd love to kill me," Geb replied.
Thinking about it this way, it's true that this won't do me any harm. The more magic there is in the world, the more power I can utilize.
If the strange uncle was telling the truth—
Geb doesn't have many options. Without the help of his strange uncle, it would be very difficult for him to upgrade his ring, and he wouldn't know where to start in the battle against Blackwing Rattlesnake.
This explanation is acceptable, right? The weird uncle is right about one thing: a spring that can be sealed by a two-ring resonance crystal won't have much energy. Even if he completely messes it up, it won't cause too serious consequences.
First, let's focus on surviving! Like that wildfire—this isn't something a goblin can handle.
After weighing the risks and benefits for a moment, Gebu finally made his decision: "Okay, I agree. You help me upgrade my ring, and I'll take the crystal to deal with the manticore!"
"Good! Great!" The strange uncle clapped his hands and took two steps forward to stand in front of Gebu.
"Now, you need to do one thing—close your eyes, open your mouth—let Uncle feed you a precious baby—"
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