Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 5: There are no useless spells.

On another stone pillar.

The young man leaned on his sword, his messy, wet black hair plastered to his cheeks and forehead, his eyes hidden in his hair staring intently at Anser.

'Spellcaster, surely you have a way?' His eyes revealed a glimmer of hope.

But seeing that Anser was starting to pack up his spoils and ignoring him, he became a little anxious.

“Hey, bro, well done—” His voice was clear and bright.

Anser casually tossed the weapons, packages, and other miscellaneous items he had collected onto the ground and walked to the edge of the stone platform.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you. The stone pillar is about to collapse, we must save ourselves as soon as possible." He gestured with a rope he had taken from the goblin's bag.

The two stone pillars are about 20 meters apart. The other pillar is several meters shorter and is being directly impacted by the water flow above, making it more dangerous.

“I understand, I understand. My name is Blatt. Is your rope long enough?” Blatt grinned, revealing a set of slightly yellow teeth.

Anser untied the rope, threw it on the ground to measure, and it was about ten meters long, which was far from enough.

"not enough!"

Blatt looked disappointed and said helplessly, "Do you have any other ideas?"

“I’ll go up first, then find a rope to rescue you.” Anser had already thought this through.

The spells he chose were highly functional and specifically designed for the current situation.

If there were no ropes, he would use clay modeling and jumping techniques, combined with his climbing ability, to climb directly up.

It would be even simpler if there were ropes.

"Huh? Okay, I... I'll wait for you." Blatt lowered his head slightly, his newly ignited hope instantly extinguished.

The monsters are rampant above, and if the other party goes up there, they will probably run away immediately, making the chances of rescuing him extremely slim.

Anser didn't say much, because he himself wasn't sure if he would save the person.

The apprentice who fell with him was nowhere to be found; he was probably in grave danger. Life is fragile; staying alive is the most important thing.

He packed his weapons, money bag, and other valuables into a bundle, carried it on his back, and threw all other miscellaneous items aside.

“(Dragon language)”

Accompanied by a deep and majestic dragon's voice, a ghostly hand appeared floating on the stone wall diagonally above.

This is the Hand of a Zero-Ring Magician, something the original owner had longed for for many years but could never learn.

The Ghost Hand lasts for one minute, can fly, and is as flexible as a human hand, but it can only carry a maximum weight of 10 pounds and cannot leave itself for more than 30 feet.

The feeling of having an extra hand was strange. Anser smiled and controlled the ghostly hand with his mind to wander around, probing where it was more stable and avoiding cracks or loose soil and rock structures.

With time running out, he quickly selected his first foothold and roughly planned a climbing route on the cliff face before casting the spell again.

Magic trick: Clay modeling!

After a short and powerful incantation, a section of the cliff above began to writhe like mud, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a small stone platform with a retaining ring.

Nine meters in height—that's the standard casting distance for the Mage's Hand and Earth Shaping spells. He felt he could go further, but refrained from doing so for the sake of caution.

"call--"

Anser took a deep breath, did some light stretching, and calmed his restless mind.

Spells do not require the user to consume their own magic power; they can cast spells by drawing upon the magic power in the air. However, the disordered magic network greatly increases the difficulty of casting spells and places a certain burden on the mind.

He grabbed the rope and threw it upwards with force. The ghost hand easily caught the end of the rope and tied it to the fixed ring.

The rope was a rough hemp rope, about the thickness of a thumb. Anser tugged at it hard; it was quite sturdy. Without further hesitation, he gripped the rope tightly and, using both hands and feet, quickly began to climb upwards.

It took him about ten seconds to easily climb onto the stone platform. "Easier than I expected, keep going!"

Next, the previous actions were repeated, and finally, just as the effect of the second Mage's Hand ended, they climbed onto the fourth sculpted stone platform.

This stone platform is located one meter below the pit wall; it was a position he deliberately chose.

He didn't climb up rashly; instead, he squatted on the stone platform and listened intently.

As dusk approached, the sky darkened, and the light and shadow around the giant pit became chaotic, with the sound of rushing water mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Someone!"

The location he climbed was not far from the mage tower, where the foundation was solid and the risk of collapse was relatively low.

The Mage Tower is located in the southeast of the Brampton district, overlooking the mighty Chowssa River to the south, and the outer city of the Rolling City at the foot of Dust Eagle Mountain to the east. The two districts are separated by a city wall and connected by the Cliff Gate.

'The underground creatures' landing point is in the northwest, where there are fewer monsters. The refugees are likely trying to escape to Dust Eagle Mountain through the cliff gate.' Anser understood the refugees' motives after a moment's thought.

He peeked out and saw a scattered crowd running southeast, their steps disordered, glancing around as they ran, as panicked as startled birds.

'Did we go the wrong way?' Anser wondered, glancing sideways at the breached Chongsa River. 'Could it be... the cliff entrance is blocked?'

He had previously noticed that several sections of the city wall between the two districts had collapsed and were now connected, but crossing them was difficult unless absolutely necessary.

The situation is unclear, but he hasn't encountered any monsters yet. He now has two choices: either run away immediately or try to rescue Blatt.

He turned his head to look at the deep pit at his feet. A black figure stood quietly on the edge of the stone pillar, half of its body being impacted by the waterfall. It did not shout, and its eyes were hidden in the twilight, like a sculpture.

'This temperament... is quite extraordinary.'

Anser withdrew his gaze, but still decided to go and save him.

If Blatt had acted maliciously or wasn't clever enough and the gray dwarves noticed, he wouldn't have been able to get up so easily.

The two have initially established trust and can try to escape together. He also needs a helper who can act as a "front-line" fighter to help him withstand attacks during battles.

'Go to the mage tower to find the rope first.'

After confirming that there were no monsters nearby, he rolled over and climbed onto the ground, gripping the crystal tightly in his left hand. The dog sneaked towards the tilting mage tower dozens of meters away.

The sky was dark, and the whole city was shrouded in gloom, with hardly any lights visible.

Creatures in the dark regions mostly possess dark vision, meaning that visibility is no different from daytime for them, while city dwellers are only concerned with escaping and dare not turn on any lights.

Anser avoided the mess on the ground, frequently hiding in the shadows, and quietly approached the door.

The Mage Tower, with six stories and nearly twenty meters high, was once the tallest building near the Cliff Gate. Now, however, it is in ruins, leaning at an angle of more than ten degrees, with huge cracks covering the walls—a truly dangerous structure.

'Won't it collapse?'

However, Anser thought again that those underground creatures probably wouldn't want to stay in the dilapidated building, which meant that this place should be safe.

He peered through the broken door and saw only a few human corpses; he did not notice any monsters or other unusual noises.

I tiptoed inside, keeping my body close to the wall, and slowly circled the hall until I finally confirmed that the monsters had left.

He bent down, picked up a short stick, and tore a piece of rag from the corpse to cover most of it.

(Light spell)
As the magic was poured in, the short stick immediately lit up, its bright white light illuminating most of the hall.

Anser quickly covered himself up, wrapping his head in multiple layers of rags, leaving only a small part of his head exposed, and the light dimmed as a result.

That's about it.

The Light spell can make an object emit a bright light with a radius of 20 feet (≥6 meters) and an additional 20 feet of dim light, lasting for an hour, which is very powerful.

But too much light isn't necessarily a good thing.

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(End of this chapter)