Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 194 The Demon's Skin
The Demon Pact Master must have felt rather frustrated, as he couldn't mount a decent counterattack from beginning to end.

Anser kept a distance and couldn't judge the spellcaster's abilities or whether he had any powerful trump cards.

But none of that matters now.

'Melee combat and psionic abilities are both indispensable!' he exclaimed.

If he were to enter a rare area of ​​dead magic one day and his spells failed, he would probably be in even worse shape than this magic master. Any high-level combatant could easily kill him.

He looked down and saw that more and more people were gathering around. Some wanted to enter the underground area, but were stopped by a group of halflings.

Fearing complications, he immediately descended, landing beside the corpse of the magician. The stone ground was covered with a layer of black ash, and the smell of burning was somewhat pungent.

The corpse was no longer human-shaped; it was twisted, charred, and completely unrecognizable.

In a withered hand resembling a chicken claw, a deck of tarot cards was tightly clenched, each card clean and intact, without the slightest damage.

In an attack of that intensity, even low-quality magical items would be destroyed; to leave them intact signifies something extraordinary.

Anser's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't grab it immediately. Instead, he took out the Scepter of Protection and teleported the corpse to the Black Tower prison.

He then checked his surroundings again to make sure he hadn't missed anything before heading towards the three halflings who were approaching, one of whom was Alton.

“Fabian, who are they?” Alton asked with concern. He didn’t mean to blame them, but he was worried that these people would cause trouble for the underground district.

“I don’t know them.” Anser shook his head slightly. “I suspect they are space pirates. Could you help me investigate?”

If those people were truly space pirates, they would have frequently visited Pabra Rock City, and even if the locals didn't recognize them, they should have seen them before.

Alton suddenly realized: "No wonder, they said they came after you, but they couldn't remember your name and kept pressing me for it."

The other two halflings exchanged a glance, their expressions becoming much better.

They didn't know Anser, nor did they know his intentions. If he had deliberately lured the enemy here, then the halflings were not to be trifled with.

"I'm sorry you were dragged into this. I'll compensate you double for your losses." Anser looked apologetic. Since the incident happened so suddenly, he was naturally prioritizing his own safety.

Alton's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together, saying, "How could I possibly accept this? Haha..."

To be honest, he harbored some resentment while being interrogated. But as the battle progressed, that resentment vanished, leaving only a deep sense of awe and apprehension.

If Anser were to simply walk away, he really wouldn't dare stop him.

“Mr. Fabian,” a short-bearded halfling coughed lightly, his gaze fixed on Anser’s face, full of scrutiny, “you come from Faerûn, how did you get involved with space pirates?”

Anser spread his hands and said helplessly, "I also want to know. Today is the first time I've left Forgotten Realms. I stayed in the Astral Plane for a while, and then something went wrong when I tried to teleport back."

"Hmm." The short-bearded halfling stroked his short beard, deep in thought. "I'll send someone to the docks to investigate immediately. If they really are space pirates, they definitely won't be able to escape."

"Thank you." Anser nodded in acknowledgment.

“This is the guardian deity of the underground community, Osborne Gaoqiu. He wasn’t here just now, otherwise those people would never have dared to be so arrogant…” Alton said indignantly.

The short-bearded half-man rubbed the short sword at his waist with his left hand, his face showing some unease.

At this moment, the dice spun rapidly, revealing information about the halfling:

[Ospen Highcho, Halfling, Level 16 Rogue (Thief)]

“That’s right, that’s right,” Anser agreed verbally, but secretly chuckled to himself.

Thieves have excellent survivability, but their direct combat ability is really average. When they encounter that level 15 orc barbarian, they can only run for their lives.

However, as expected of an important central city in the Kingdom of Heaven, Blayan City has a high level of professionals, and the leader of a community is even a high-level professional.

"Ahem, it's not convenient to talk here. Let's go somewhere else." Osborne couldn't stand Alton's incessant chatter any longer, so he called out and turned to leave.

"Oh, right, I haven't eaten yet..." Alton seemed unaffected by the torture, maintaining an optimistic attitude as he muttered about what he should have for dinner.

Anser secretly rejoiced, thinking how lucky he was to have come to the underground region; if he had been in another place, he might have been in trouble.

He was taken to Osborne's house, a cavern even more spacious than the burrow tavern, with an entire room dedicated to storing food and drinks. At first, he didn't understand, but as more and more people arrived, the thirty-odd halflings started a party, which was very lively and noisy.

Anser felt it was inappropriate, but he didn't want to spoil the mood.

The party lasted a while, and halfway through, he left under the pretext of not feeling well and needing to meditate, returning alone to the room that Osborne had arranged for him.

After Maeve imbued the door with a magical lock and alarm, he was immediately teleported to the Black Tower prison.

In a spacious black stone cell, the corpses of four professionals were lined up. Except for the magic master, the other three corpses were very intact, covered with ice, and exuding a chilling aura.

"Why do you have to make things difficult for me?"

Anser sighed and walked to the magician's side, his gaze falling on the tarot cards in the magician's hand.

'The 'Impermanent Manifestations' talisman?' He shook his head and chuckled, denying his own guess.

This is clearly an arcane artifact; no one would use the Myriad Manifestations Card during combat.

He stared intently at the tarot cards for a long time. The dice kept spinning, but he couldn't detect any useful information, not even a name.

His heart was pounding wildly, and a certain possibility inexplicably came to mind.

'This...could it be a divine artifact? Impossible! It doesn't make sense.'

How could the wielder of a divine artifact die such a miserable death? After all, it was a divine artifact.

"Do you know her?" He turned to look at Maeve.

Maeve slumped onto the spellbook, her tail drooping, and mumbled sleepily, "Meow, I don't know it. The battle was so tiring, I need to rest..."

As she spoke, she drifted away slowly and soon disappeared through the doorway.

“Uh, you…” Anser opened his mouth, but really didn’t know what to say.

Maeve only used two Mage Armor spells the whole time; I really don't know where she got tired.

He shook his head and simply began to gather the other spoils of war, setting the tarot cards aside for the time being.

Many of the things on the magician's body have been damaged, such as the black robe and the dimensional bag. The dimensional bag is especially useful, but it is very fragile. Once overloaded, or punctured or torn, it will be destroyed, and its contents will be scattered throughout the astral plane.

He clutched the tattered bag, feeling an unbearable pain in his heart.

'I need a single-target spell, the kind that locks onto the target!' He took a few deep breaths, trying not to think about how many good things might be inside.

There are definitely no crates of gems, magic potions, weapons, equipment, or legendary items...

He stripped the sorcerer naked and searched carefully, but found only two items: a black forehead ornament and a piece of black leather stuck to the skin of his forearm.

The dice quickly identified the two items: one was an "Ethereal Amulet," and the other was a "Demon Skin," both of rare quality.

When he glanced at the information about "Demon Skin," he immediately beamed with joy.

This is a dimensional space storage device!
'It's not a loss, it's not a loss. The important things must be in here.' This isn't a guess; any normal person would do the same.

[Magical Item: Aetheric Amulet]

Category: Curiosities
Rarity: Rare (requires Synergy)

This is an amulet shaped like a black eye, the main material of which is unknown. After being synchronized, it grants the ability to walk on ether.

"Ether Walk": You enter the overlapping space between your current plane and the edge of the ether plane, and can move freely for 10 minutes.

During the etheric walk, you can observe the in-plane with a field of view of 60 feet (18 meters), but everything is displayed in different shades of gray.

If you cut the skin between your eyebrows and implant the amulet there, you can activate the Ether Walk through your own reaction.

(End of this chapter)