Equipment Printing School Mage
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Yin tightened his robe around him and glared at him, "Why are you sighing?"
Metatron, standing by, said in a gloomy tone, "Perhaps he feels that it's rare for him to see you willing to think seriously."
"Meta!!!"
As Silver and Metatron were bickering more and more familiarly, a mass of air in the sky twisted slightly, and a glittering door suddenly opened in mid-air.
Silver nodded in satisfaction, "Let's hurry. This portal to the Astral Plane will only be open for a few hours."
Emiya hesitated for a moment and asked a nonsensical question: "This passage between the planes seems to have just appeared... How did you know it existed?"
So, Yin calmly replied in an unpredictable manner, "To the naked eye, it has only just appeared. But everything was already foreshadowed within the Demonic Web. I simply arrived before it when it was finally formed."
What's behind the door?
The moment the Platinum passed through the door, the world changed.
The clear skies of Toril vanished.
Instead, there is a dark background and countless shining stars.
For anyone who has ever been to the moon, this scene is both familiar and unfamiliar.
"The universe?" Alestria whispered.
Metatron said calmly, "Similar, yet completely different—on the Material Plane, the barriers between worlds are thicker than you imagine. You can't travel between two distant worlds that are theoretically on the same Material Plane simply by teleporting. Even between Toril and Oss."
"And the astral realm..."
Metatron raised his eyebrows: "Emya, I should have taught you the information about it repeatedly."
Emiya sighed - looking back now, the reason why the teacher was so attentive when teaching him the knowledge of the astral realm was probably because he was worried that he would accidentally enter the astral realm at Tianjie Mountain and become panicked and at a loss as to what to do.
"Here, we don't need to breathe, we hardly need to eat or drink, and we won't age. We can stop all the sails - it can't make us move forward, nor can it make us move backward. The only thing that can make the Platinum move, and is moving -" Emiya pointed to her brain, "is our thinking.
"This is a corridor shared by countless gods. It is the afterlife of those forgotten gods."
Sig shrugged. "...Is that why the Platinum is flying faster than before?"
"That's right." Metatron pointed to the ship, "Just like the group of Githyanki pirates behind us—they have obviously realized that travelers like us who can directly drive airships across the astral plane are extremely rare. This represents opportunity."
Mars was stunned for a moment, then immediately drew his sword. While observing, he said, "Red Dragon, Lizard Face... they are the elite of the Githyanki. ...But are they really chasing us? How come the distance is widening so quickly?"
Yin said calmly, "Emmya also said that travel speed here depends on familiarity with the Astral Plane and intelligence. The Githyanki, with their certain psionic talents, are indeed a relatively intelligent race, but they are still far behind us. And even if they came, they wouldn't be that strong... You don't really think they are stronger than the dragons of Abeir, do you? They are just a bunch of pirates."
By the time Alestria realized that this was the first time she had seen Githyanki, she hurriedly stuck her head out, but the group of poor Githyanki knights had been left out of sight.
"Ah! Their silver swords! I haven't even seen them before!" The pastor girl couldn't help but let out a cry of grief.
"We didn't come here by astral projection. Their silver swords are just ordinary swords to us." Mars waved his hand. "--I want to see how many blows it takes for my Holy Avenger to split their treasured silver swords in two."
"We are not here to suppress bandits, don't waste time with them." Yin closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then pointed forward.
There, stood a pool.
A shimmering, iridescent pool.
"That colorful pool leads to the Chaos Sea."
At this point, some questions have to be asked.
During the few months of working together, Emiya had tried his best to avoid discussing topics in this direction, but now, Yin seemed to be taking the initiative to bring up the topic that the team members avoided talking about.
Mars was silent for a moment, then said, "...Miss Yin, I don't know if you were listening at the time. But my teacher told me that our Lord Midnight has given up competing for the title of Magic Goddess."
Yin was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Actually, I heard about this. She's probably with that guy named Kelemvor right now... If it weren't for that fake All-Knowing One who keeps approaching, I might have chosen this ending too. I don't have any particular preference for the throne, but I can't sit idly by and watch that unidentified person take it."
As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell on the ship, and Emilia and Metatron sighed.
For the first time, in front of everyone, Yin frankly admitted that she was one of the candidates for the position of Magic Goddess.
Now, Midnight has given up the fight for the third goddess, and the All-Knowing One claims that Mystara is just her clone.
Now, who else is qualified, confident and capable of running for this position?
Elastrid twisted her hands together. "...Actually, I have had similar suspicions. However, given the ancestor's age, she should have known you...but she never discussed this."
Metatron sighed, "The appearance of a god is not constant. Ten thousand years ago, my Lord would not be like he is now, like a human."
"Back then, I wouldn't look like an elf—because elves wouldn't care much about me," Yin said lightly. "Before I was widely accepted by humans, I always looked the same—a ball of condensed, shining silver fire. If I acted in that form, Frustana would recognize me immediately. Even if she had a hundred times more courage, she wouldn't dare to eat my silver fire. However, if that happened, we would have to flee in desperation."
"However, my name has remained unchanged for a long time. I only have two names," Yin said. "At that time, elves, humans, wild spirits, and gods all called me by the same name."
"They call me the Weave, or Mystril."
Among all the goddesses of magic in history, only the first one called herself the Magic Net.
She was first the incarnation of the Magic Web, and with this identity, she ascended to become the Goddess of Magic. However, the two subsequent generations of goddesses were the opposite - they inherited the throne of the Goddess of Magic and took over control of the Magic Web.
It was precisely because of this that even at her weakest, not much stronger than Emiya at the time, Yin still possessed a control and familiarity with the Magic Net that mortals could never dream of achieving—the Magic Net was herself, her body itself, and controlling the Magic Net was her most fundamental instinct.
It was eerily quiet aboard the Platinum.
There wasn't a single fool on this team. Yin's many anomalies weren't even concealed from his teammates. Furthermore, as time went on, Yin's actions became increasingly outrageous, long exceeding the limits of what a genius elect could accomplish.
It was Halruaa's return that ultimately solidified her identity—even if the All-Knowing One hadn't been able to rescue Halruaa directly and return her to Toril, she wouldn't have missed the opportunity to bring Faerun's most powerful nation under her wing. Before their arrival at Halayach, Halruaa was already on the verge of collapse, and the leaders of Haligad were already preparing to start a new order.
As long as the All-Knowing One could be present, Halrua's former traditions would inevitably choose to succumb to the pressure of survival - and even such a weak Halrua's strength still seemed to be no weaker than Sel.
The only possible reason she didn't do it was that she couldn't.
But Silver actually achieved this.
Halrua now began to openly praise the goddess Mystril, and the elders naturally noticed this as well.
At this moment, Yin tilted his head in confusion. "Why are you all so serious? I'm not interested in pretending to be supreme in front of others... How powerful are the gods? What abilities do they have? How did these abilities develop from nothing? I know the entire process clearly. I never thought the gods were superior, nor do I care about others treating me with respectful etiquette. I just want to keep it the same as before."
"I must be fair," Metatron said expressionlessly. "Your personality was greatly influenced by Emya—thousands of years ago, you were much more moody and spoiled than you are now. But among gods, you are indeed quite easygoing... I truly sympathize with those who have to travel through time to meet that lawless goddess of the magic web. Fortunately, I can't go."
"Meta!!!" Silver's scream resounded throughout the ship again.
This time, she couldn't bear it anymore. The silver fire in Metatron's body flew out by itself, hanging the Seraph upside down on the mast and shaking it left and right - although this behavior really didn't make any sense in the star realm where there was no gravity and no up, down, left, or right.
Sig said cautiously, "So, what should we call each other from now on...? Mystril?"
"As you like..."
At this moment, Yin saw Emiya's face.
As if she had recalled something, she shuddered, glanced at Sig and Elastri, and quickly swallowed back everything she had just said: "No, no, no! I am not the same person as that idiot from ten thousand years ago. Just call me Silver! I will not be responsible for anything that idiot named Mistral did!"
The Platinum rushed into the colorful pool, and the wonders of the Chaos Sea appeared before them again.
In a sense, the Chaos Sea is another reflection of the Material Plane—it seems to be a fusion of all the planes. Elements, spirit, and matter all converge here, ultimately twisting into a swirling gray mist.
But Emilia couldn't help but start thinking.
...Damn it, what did Yin do after the space-time gate to stimulate himself to be like this ten thousand years later?
Second World (I)
The Chaos Sea is probably the outer plane closest to the Astral Plane.
It represents the chaotic neutral ideology. There is no sky, no earth. Nothing but ash.
"There's this outer plane? This is also called the divine realm?" Sig stared in amazement at the Platinum sailing through the fog. "Could there be gods living in places like this?"
"If nothing unexpected happens..." Alestria said softly, "The kingdom of the God of War Tempus should be within this world."
"God of War?!" The bard jumped onto the side of the ship, looking around. "God of War, shouldn't he fight from day to night? What's so good about fighting in a place like this? Will his followers accept it?"
"Yes," Emiya replied. "The gray fog here may seem like a meaningless accumulation. But in reality, each wisp is a gathering of matter and spirit, containing endless possibilities."
"...Is it necessary to say such a slogan in front of your teammates?" Sig tilted his head. "Isn't this something that only God can do?"
"This isn't a slogan, it's just a skill that's not that difficult to learn—I think our entire team should give it a try." Silver said with a grin, waving at Metatron, "Meta!"
The Seraph nodded, flapped his wings slightly, and jumped out of the Platinum.
The moment she passed over the side of the ship, it was as if the snow-white canvas was sprinkled with fuel, and as if the fog was dispelled by her own power, revealing the true scene behind it.
When Metatron landed again, the endless bright summer night broke through the heavy encirclement of fog.
The Seraphic Servant gently landed on the shimmering, clear waters, creating a few ripples. Above the jade-white beach stood a towering wizard's tower.
Everyone present had seen this scene before—this was Metatron's Mage Tower, a small corner of Mount Celestial.
Sig, who had just been somewhat indifferent, suddenly stiffened and flipped down from the Platinum in the other direction.
She fell into the fog, but the fog was eluding her.
At the same time, as if dozens of bands arrived at the scene at the same time, the heart-stirring chorus and concerto roared in everyone's ears, and Sig landed on a real mountain of gold and silver. Countless gems were turning into notes and floating in the air, showing the music score to this greedy musician.
"This isn't about transforming the imaginary into reality," Yin explained. "This world is simply influenced by thought, extracting and gathering matter that already exists within the fog. Generally speaking, even those with lesser minds can make the space beneath their butts materialize. The more intelligent they are, the larger the terrain they can materialize. Once the terrain stabilizes, builders can begin construction on this imagined platform."
"Just the platform?" Emiya asked, then realized a problem.
What his teacher materialized was a lifelike world, not just a simple terrain platform.
Yin sighed: "Do you really think Meta is a mortal? Do you want to think about it again?"
Metatron is a Seraph.
After she officially joined the team...
Captured the fallen angel, the Devil Archduke Zariel. Melted Shar's avatar. Slew countless liches.
To be frank, even other Seraphim servants could not have a more terrifying record than Metatron - in the past, Zariel was surrounded and forcibly twisted and corrupted before he could even kill a devil archduke.
It is not surprising that a strong person of this level has all kinds of unconventional abilities.
"However, you don't have to underestimate yourselves," Yin said. "You can try to see how far you can go. This kind of imagination is actually quite similar to Emiya's amazing craftsmanship."
The next second, Mars stretched out his hand to block Emiya: "Okay, I get it. Emiya is definitely stronger than the three of us. Let's have some fun first, and then let Emiya come."
Xige narrowed his eyes and said, "What? Just because I'm the first one to try, does that mean I must be the worst?"
Emiya couldn't help but sigh: "No, I don't think I'm necessarily good at this..."
He had been putting too much energy into meticulous work during this period of time. He might end up looking really bad.
"Tsk." Mars laughed unabashedly, obviously taking Emilia's words as a compliment.
Mars let out a sigh, walked to the stern and stretched out his hand towards the fog.
The vast fog began to spin rapidly, forming a surging cyclone at the tail of the Platinum. Then, the cyclone became brighter and brighter, as if the entire cyclone was ignited, and blazing flames rose from it.
An elemental storm mixed with flames and atmosphere was born at the fingertips of Mars.
"Crack." At this moment, the figurehead of the Platinum suddenly lit up and put up a protective shield.
"..." Yin looked at the elemental storm raging at the stern and said silently, "Did I forget to tell you? The imagined scenes in the Chaos Sea are all real, so please don't let all kinds of high-damage terrains hit you. I didn't think anyone would be so stupid!"
Metatron wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It's okay. All the visions of the Chaos Sea require continuous visualization to maintain. Mars, you just need to relax for a while, and the storm should gradually dissipate."
Mars' face showed a rare solemnity: "...I have stopped visualizing. But the storm doesn't seem to...dissipate?"
Everyone looked towards the stern.
At this moment, the smoke from the Chaos Sea was rolling from all directions towards the storm that theoretically should have disappeared without a trace.
Mars's visualization was surprisingly effective—the bad news was, it was so effective that the elemental storm, formed at the moment of death, actually retained its miraculous autophagic growth ability and never completely dissipated, firmly following the Platinum!
In fact, there is a trend of intensifying!
Emiya was silent for a moment, looking at the creaking figurehead, and slammed the rudder hard: "Hold on tight, the Platinum is going full speed ahead, we're going to escape!!!"
Instantly, the Platinum's speed skyrocketed, crushing almost everyone aboard onto the deck. Emiya struggled to straighten herself up, shouting, "Alestria, stop causing more trouble at this moment!"
A simple trip turned into an escape in a blink of an eye - this is also one aspect of the adventure of the Emiya team.
"Who do you think I am?! Can't I tell the difference between risk and danger?" the elf lady cried, clutching the guardrail tightly. "Besides, I don't like to actively imagine anything! A perfectly clear future is too boring!"
Perhaps frightened by Mars's outrageous behavior, the previously calm Yin showed a rare look of panic, saying, "Emiya, it's okay with others. But your visualization can't be so... primitive and unrestrained anymore!"
[Then why don’t I just not visualize? ]
[No.] Yin's answer was firm. [This journey has only two core purposes: getting you truly familiar with the outer planes.] One of them is to learn something in this chaotic sea.
【Study? What to learn?】
"The Outer Planes are different from the material world. In the material world, if your psychic powers aren't activated, even if you rack your brains, the coin in front of you won't budge." Yin said, "However, in the Outer Planes, the soul and body are inseparable, and your thoughts will interact directly with the world—you must learn to use your thoughts as a weapon."
You've been a blacksmith for a while, accustomed to using materials and knowledge to transform the world. Now you need to realize that this doesn't have to be that difficult in the outer planes.
You must firmly believe that the world you visualize is already hidden in the fog. You are simply brushing away the fog and revealing your world to others.
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