Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 201 Go Where You Want
A massive storm of magic surged into the Black Tower, and the magic pool greedily siphoned it in, reaching its overflowing state once again after countless years.

This is the beauty of the astrological ritual array; it allows you to profit from Anser's advancement every time.

Anser was still immersed in the overwhelming flood of inherited memories. Compared to ordinary evocation spells, "Hand of Bigby" and "Teleportation Array" were indeed more complex and profound.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he slowly woke up, his eyes seemingly filled with interplay of light and shadow that lingered for a long time.

He pulled the teleportation cube out of the dragon skin bag. The previously chaotic and abstract sequence of runes on it now appeared orderly and beautiful. Although he couldn't remember it at a glance, he could easily distinguish the differences between them.

This is a unique encryption array; each teleportation array is different and virtually impossible to crack or replicate.

The drawback is that each teleportation array can only lead to one destination, and switching rune sequences is tantamount to reconstructing the entire array, so it's better to just build a new one.

Of course, such a high-end composite teleportation array might be possible, but the difficulty of creating it would be extremely high.

"As long as I have the accurate rune sequence, I can go wherever I want right now!" Anser said with a smile.

When distance no longer becomes an obstacle to travel, lifestyles will undergo a radical transformation, and this experience... is called freedom.

He summoned the spellbook, activated the Wizard's Pen, and copied the three rune sequences recorded on the teleportation cube into the spellbook.

As for the teleportation cube, he planned to give it to Elise.

Professionals have limited energy and lifespan. Most mages don't know how to use teleportation arrays, let alone warlocks who awaken spells by chance.

Isn't the very existence of magical items meant to compensate for the shortcomings of professionals?

After copying the rune sequence, he summoned his character card to check the changes after the upgrade.

With 116 lives, you're no worse than a barbarian of the same level.

With a magic power of 155, it is 40-50% higher than that of a warlock of the same attribute and level.

It may not seem like much, but this is the area where the difference between him and an ordinary warlock is the smallest. In terms of spellcasting ability, super magic, and the number of spells, the difference is much greater.

In terms of attributes, Strength reaches 14, greatly increasing strength and significantly improving athletic abilities such as running and jumping, with immediate results.

However, this value is not even considered average, because strength, agility, and constitution are relatively easy attributes to train. As long as one is willing to work hard, most elite professionals can train them to 14 points or more.

After the upgrade, the experience pool only has 1108 experience points left, while it takes 21000 experience points to reach level 11. The difficulty of leveling up has increased significantly.

However, level 11 is an advanced professional who can master sixth-circle spells, resulting in a significant leap in strength.

For example, the legendary Disintegration spell can turn the target, along with their non-magical clothing and accessories, into dust with a single cast. The base damage is 10d6 + 40 (50-100) points, and it is also force field damage.

When a warrior encounters such a spellcaster, they can only gamble with their lives. If they can dodge, they will live; if they can't, it depends on how tough their luck is.

'Luckily, the magic network had an accident, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to be so arrogant, hehe...'

After understanding his own attributes, Anser teleported to the underground prison.

The four corpses have been disposed of, and the spoils are still displayed in a row in the Black Stone prison.

He squatted in front of the tarot deck that had never fallen apart, staring at it for a long time. The dice spun for ages, but he still got nothing.

"Ugh--"

He sighed and teleported back to Osborne's bedroom.

The cave dwelling had no windows, so the sky outside couldn't be seen, but it was already past six in the morning, and Faerûn was already bright.

He deactivated the arcane lock and alarm, opened the door, walked up the hallway to the spacious living room, and was immediately stunned by the scene before him.

Dozens of halflings lay sprawled on the floor and tables, tableware scattered everywhere, creating a chaotic scene. Even after a night, the smell of alcohol was still strong.

'Is this...like the life of a halfling?' He shook his head slightly.

In his memory, the halflings of Baldur's Gate weren't so unrestrained; they were just a bit more enthusiastic and talkative. 'At least they didn't waste any food.' He glanced around and found that the food was all eaten cleanly, with very little soup left on the utensils.

At this moment, the halfling Osborne lying in the corner seemed to sense something, nimbly turned over and sat up, his gaze instantly falling on Anser, and after a moment of confusion, he realized what was happening.

"Good morning, Fabian. Are all spellcasters this diligent?" He showed no embarrassment as he calmly rose and tidied his beard.

Anser chuckled to himself: "Not entirely..."

"Haha, I've heard some people like to use meditation or prayer instead of sleep, but that's so boring." Osborne kicked the halfling next to him and started calling everyone to get up.

“Perhaps everyone’s pursuits are different.” Anser also loves to sleep; meditation is just a means to speed up the recovery of magic power, but sleeping is his true love.

“Young man, you have already grasped the true meaning of getting along with others,” Osborne praised.

Halflings love making friends. They respect everyone's preferences and dreams, and tolerate human greed, orc rudeness, elf arrogance, dwarf stubbornness... They never impose their own perceptions and thoughts on anyone.

But in his view, most humans cannot do this.

As the two chatted, the halflings got up one after another and started tidying up their rooms. They worked quickly and efficiently, soon cleaning everything up.

Most of the people then left, leaving only Osborne and Alton.

Osborne personally cooked a fairly substantial breakfast for Anser: honey-glazed ham with pineapple sauce, Central Plains rose apple pie, and creamy tomato soup with cheese.

The craftsmanship is superb, and the flavor is rich and harmonious; even the most discerning elf won't find it cloying.

“Great,” Anser praised generously.

"Haha..." Osborne seemed quite proud of this, and talked on and on about his cooking skills.

Anser listened attentively, occasionally offering a word or two of agreement, and only asked after he finished speaking, "What are the prices like in Blayan City?"

“Wow, it’s getting taller every day…” Alton couldn’t help but complain when he heard that.

Blayan City is self-sufficient, but only in terms of basic food and vegetables. Other products are heavily reliant on Toril. However, after the Magic Network was disrupted, commercial exchanges were largely interrupted, and prices rose rapidly and uncontrollably.

Anser's heart skipped a beat; he felt this was his chance.

His mage level cannot be increased rapidly in a short period of time, and he can only sell spell models a few times. Developing a business is the only way to make a steady income.

The teleportation array, combined with the extradimensional space, is perfect for transporting supplies.

He didn't need to personally handle commercial trade; he only needed to bring in Jacquelineburg and the Durag Federation. Everyone could make money together, and he only needed to control the trade channels so that money would flow into his pocket like water.

Places like Waterdeep and Blastion need to support an agent, but the halflings in the Burrowing Community are quite good.

However, he is currently unaware of the cost of using the teleportation array, and before he can establish his own permanent teleportation array, he must borrow someone else's permanent teleportation array, making the cost uncontrollable.

"Have you considered moving to another place?" he asked Osborne.

Do you know how much a ticket to Faerûn costs?

"I don't know."

Osborne held up a finger, his tone heavy: "It used to start at a thousand gold coins, now it's at least double. Want to leave... it's not that easy."

Many halflings were born in Blayan and never left the city.

Anser nodded silently.

An average person can only earn a few dozen gold coins a year, so it's really difficult to save up a thousand gold coins.

(End of this chapter)