Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 180 Tearing the Scroll Apart
Opening his eyes, Anser felt as if he were in an endless starry sky, with starlight twinkling and shimmering in the celestial ritual array.

He observed for a moment, then shook his head slightly, still unable to understand.

No one knows whether the magic circle or the spell model came first. The two have many things in common, but they are two different branches of discipline. Being good at casting spells does not necessarily mean you can understand magic circles.

He knows some basic knowledge of magic arrays, such as energy gathering and silencing, but he is still far from understanding the celestial ritual array.

'I'll find a place to practice and summon a magical pet while I'm at it.'

Just as Anser was about to leave, the purple magic book quietly floated to his side. A black cat was perched on it, reaching out its little paws to try and tug at his dress, but then passed right through it like a phantom.

It has no physical form.

"What's wrong?" Anser asked in surprise, a possibility popping into his mind, and he immediately became excited.

The black cat stood up, looked at him seriously, and stomped on the magic book under its feet with its right front paw, the frequency of which increased.

"Can I synchronize with this Book of Castella now? Is there any danger?" Anser asked tentatively.

The black cat first nodded, then shook its head.

Anser understood; they could synchronize and there was no danger.

'Is it only mages who can perform synchronized attacks?'

He was a little unsure, but the black cat had been timid and cautious before, had never tried to seduce him, and had never made any dangerous moves, so it seemed trustworthy.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the dragon skin bag, took out the fine gold short sword, and stood it upright on the ground with the tip pointing upwards.

At the same time, he cleared his mind, silently repeating to himself: 'Is there any danger in my merging with the Book of Castella...?'

Strange magical fluctuations spread outwards, like an echo or a prayer, quietly probing into the unknown void.

At a certain moment, he sensed something, released his right hand, and the fine gold short sword stood firmly, its tip trembling slightly, before falling straight down, pointing forward.

The sword tip points upwards, a divine message is clear, good fortune!
Anser let out a soft breath and carefully put away the fine gold short sword.

This is a second-circle prophetic spell, performed through rituals. The method is very flexible and does not limit the use of any particular divination method.

He recalled what had just happened and couldn't determine which otherworldly being had responded to him, or whether it was some unknown being, but rather a glimmer of inspiration gained from the trajectory of the world's operation.

What is prophecy? Is it fate, or rule...?

He shook his head, gathering his thoughts and refusing to let them wander, lest he go astray.

He looked up and saw the magic book floating silently in front of him, but the black cat was gone.

He reached out and grabbed the magic book. It felt cool to the touch, as light as a feather. It was 30 centimeters long, 20 centimeters wide, and about 5 centimeters thick. The hard purple cover was covered with golden magic patterns, and the central pattern resembled an alien watch face.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he tried to open the magic book, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

Viewed from the side, the white paper shows no pages, making it seem as if it's not a book at all.

He stopped struggling, embraced the magic book, entered a meditative state, and began to establish harmony.

He could also use "Knowledge of Legends" to appraise the book, but the spell requires incense worth more than 250 gold coins as a consumable, as well as four valuable ivory tablets, which he doesn't have on hand at the moment.

An hour later, the magic book had completely opened up everything to him.

[Magical Item: Book of Castella]

Category: Curiosities
Rarity: Legendary (requires caster synchronization)
This is a spellbook left behind by an archmage named Castella. It has a long history and was awakened with arcane spirit in the hands of a scribe mage. She named herself Maeve.

After synchronization, you can use it as a spellbook and arcane artifact. If your synchronization with this book ends, all contents within it will be lost.

"Mage's Pen": The spellbook comes with a mage's pen made of psionic energy, which can automatically write down your thoughts according to your will, without ink, and the color can be freely set.

If you use the Mage's Pen to copy spells, it will take 5 minutes per spell ring.

You can mentally peruse spellbooks and erase any content at will.

"Magic Scroll": After you have completely copied a spell, you can tear off the page that recorded the spell, and it will turn into a spell scroll.

Once a day, the total number of pages in the spellbook remains the same. "Meve": After synchronization, awakens Maeve from her semi-dormant state.

Maeve: Lawful Neutral, Intelligence 18, Perception 16, Charisma 16, with 120 feet of hearing and 120 feet of darkvision, skilled at copying scrolls.

She can communicate with you telepathically and understands all major languages, including Common, Netheril, Dragon, Giant, Elven, Dwarven, Primal, and Abyssal...

Personality traits: Timid, cautious, and lazy! Don't force her to work, she'll go on strike.

"Symbiotic Magic": Maeve's soul coexists with yours, making her equivalent to the caster.

You can designate a number of spells equal to your Intelligence modifier and have Maeve cast them.

These spells can only be chosen from the spells that have already been copied, and the highest ring level cannot exceed five.

"Arcane Siphon": After being synchronized, you will absorb Maeve's arcane power.

When your intelligence is below 20, you will be forced to take an intelligence test of a difficult level every morning at dawn. If you fail, you will suffer 3d6 psychological damage and your synchronization will be terminated.

'A legendary item meant purely for support, but it's incredibly powerful.' Anser was overjoyed.

That "magic scroll" is so special; it can be torn into a scroll by hand, one scroll per day, super practical.

It is important to know that copying scrolls not only requires materials, but also consumes a lot of time and energy. It takes a whole day to copy a magic trick or a first-level spell, while the Mage's Pen only takes 5 minutes.

Using spell scrolls doesn't consume magic power, so he can stockpile a batch to replenish his arsenal and unleash them all at once when necessary, burying the enemy in money.

Just thinking about it exudes an air of extravagance.

Of course, spell scrolls can also be sold, and they'll definitely be in high demand!
Those mages who are still in a state of confusion have not yet figured out the spell construction under magic casting. They can learn the spells recorded on the spell scrolls by copying them. It couldn't be more wonderful, so they will flock to it.

'The copyright issue is difficult to handle; I don't know if the Mage Guild will take it into account.'

After pondering for a while, he decided to sell only a few first-level spells, such as Alarm, Language Proficiency, and Mage Armor. He would introduce new spells once the market was saturated.

The Traveler's Rest is a great place to experiment with your ideas, since tracking across planes is an extremely difficult task.

'It seems I'll have an extra task every day from now on; the monk is certainly working hard.'

After he finished complaining, he found that his hands were empty; the spellbook was gone.

"Maeve?" He was startled.

"Meow, here I am." A soft, languid voice sounded in his ear.

Turning his head, he saw a black cat floating silently on his shoulder, stepping on a spellbook.

Perhaps feeling that Anser's big face was too close, she raised her left paw and gently pushed his face away: "This cat is finally awake. It feels like I've had a long nap."

Anser was taken aback. It seemed that Maeve had become a real cat after waking up. He wanted to reach out and pet the cat, but suddenly remembered that Maeve was not a cat in the traditional sense, so he withdrew his hand.

Don't you remember what happened?

"Meow~ I don't remember." Maeve controlled the spellbook to fly around Anser once, then lay down on it, her eyes blank.

Anser was somewhat disappointed, guessing that after the original owner died, Maeve's memories, like the spellbook, were erased, leaving only knowledge-related memories.

Perhaps for Maeve, each change of owner is a new beginning.

"It's okay, this is a new beginning." He tentatively reached out and touched Maeve's head. It felt soft, smooth, and delicate, just like a real cat.

Maeve did not refuse. She was not a cat, but she had been presented as a black cat since birth and did not feel there was anything wrong with it.

Anser smiled broadly, seemingly finding Maeve easy to get along with: "Give me the spellbook, I'll copy down a spell to try."

Maeve jumped off the spellbook and crouched on Anser's shoulder, while the spellbook floated gently to Anser's front.

Anser took the book, gently opened it, and saw his name on the title page, but the contents were blank.

He picked up a piece of paper; it was delicate and soft to the touch, like some kind of high-quality leather, with a soft white color and a gentle feel.

(End of this chapter)