Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 77 Dinosaurs
Anser racked his brains to no avail and had to put the matter aside for the time being. Without sufficient information to support his thoughts, all he could do was think about it for nothing.

He opened the personal belongings he had looted from the slave ship captain and examined them one by one.

Apart from these things, he didn't touch anything else on the ship. After all, it was a collective operation, and even if he was the core of the main force, he shouldn't have taken everything without permission.

A longsword, a leather armor, a water jug, and two bottles of healing potions.

The longsword is of excellent quality, rather "simple," with +1 to attack rolls and damage rolls, no other special features, but it's very practical.

The leather armor is very special because it is afflicted with a curse.

[Magical Item: Fungal Armor]

Category: Armor
Rarity: Rare (requires Synchro Synchronization)

This all-natural armor is interwoven with the fibers and caps of a purple fungus that is incredibly resilient and can continue to grow under the influence of restorative spells.

While wearing armor, your Constitution increases by 2, up to a maximum of 20, and each time you recover health, you gain an additional temporary health equal to half the amount recovered, during which time you gain eclipse resistance.

Parasitic Curse: Once you put on this magical armor and complete the Synchro, you cannot take it off unless you die or the curse is removed.

When you finish re-synchronizing with this armor, your Constitution will decrease by 2, and this effect will last for 8-18 days, or until you re-synchronize with it again.

"It looks pretty good." Anser shook his head regretfully. The item was nice, but he couldn't use it.

He has dragon scales, so his natural armor is very high, and he doesn't need to wear armor that would hinder his movement or spellcasting.

What pleased him most was the kettle.

[Magical Item: Alchemy Pot]

Category: Curiosities
Rarity: Excellent
This earthenware jug appears to hold 1 gallon (3.79 liters) of liquid, but it weighs 12 pounds whether it is empty or full. Shaking it produces a sloshing sound, regardless of whether there is liquid inside.

You can use a magic command to make the alchemy pot produce the liquid you need. The output depends on the type of liquid you specify, and only one type of liquid can be produced per day.

Liquid types: strong acid, poison, lamp oil, vinegar, mayonnaise, honey, beer, wine, fresh water, salt water.

'This is really good stuff.' Anser squinted his eyes, in a great mood.

Despite its low grade, this item is not cheap. It is extremely important to certain groups, such as sailors.

The key is that this stuff can also make money. If you choose wine, you can produce 2 gallons a day, which is roughly equivalent to 15 bottles of wine per pound, and you can make a lot of money from it.

There are also strong acids and poisons, which are hard to buy and generally quite expensive.

The only drawback is that you can't specify the liquid yourself; the alchemy pot can only produce 10 recipes, which is predetermined by the maker.

He returned to the restaurant, found a wooden basin, opened the alchemy pot and poured out a stream of yellow liquid with dense bubbles, emitting a rich aroma of malt.

"This beer is of good quality." He's a connoisseur; he's drunk his fair share of beer.

He didn't plan to drink these bottles of wine, since they had been drunk by others. He planned to empty them all, clean them, disinfect them, and use them again tomorrow.

The dice spun slightly, revealing information about beer. Anser glanced at it casually, then felt a chill run down his spine.

[Beer containing a highly toxic substance...]

'Even on your deathbed, you still scheme against others; your heart is black!' He couldn't help but curse under his breath.

He quickly poured out all the beer to prevent others from accidentally ingesting it.

However, this minor incident did not affect his mood. He returned to the rooftop and communicated the latest situation with Finn.

The Quesser sailed south for over two hours without incident, then Salian anchored off a fishing village along the coast. The area was undisturbed by fishmen and appeared peaceful and serene.

This location wasn't absolutely safe, but no one wanted to go any further, hoping to return to Silverscale Bay after the merfolk retreated.

Anser and Finn exchanged a glance but said nothing. Based on the information transmitted back by Greyhawk, they deduced that the murlocs... probably wouldn't leave.

Anser didn't need to worry about the duty roster. He forcibly dragged Blatt and Carreno back to their cabin to rest, because no matter what they were going to do, they needed to rest first.
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The next day, the sun quietly rose above the horizon, gilding everything on earth with a golden edge.

Anser was awakened by his biological clock, sat up, and found that apart from Finn, who was on duty and fast asleep in bed, neither Blatt nor Finn were there.

He quietly went out, closed the door, and made his way to the deck, where he found everyone gathered there, pointing and gesturing at the sky.

Anser looked up and found that the sky above him had two distinct colors. To the northeast, above the fishing village, the sky was blue with white clouds, a gentle breeze, and birds flying—everything seemed normal.

The southwestern sky had a strange metallic color, as cold as a steel curtain.

The two are like two different worlds, with an invisible gray line running between them, which is slowly moving northeastward.

Anser's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked at Salian: "When did this happen?"

"I woke up like this, maybe last night, maybe this morning." Salian shook his head slightly, his eyes glazed over, then pointed behind him, "Look over there!"

Anser hurriedly ran to the other side of the ship and found that behind the ship was not an endless ocean, but a lush jungle, as if... they had always been there.

His scalp tingled, and his expression tightened: "Weren't we in the Sea of ​​Swords? How did it turn into a small lake?"

This is outrageous! Even a ninth-ring spell can't change the world, right? And it's been done without so many professionals noticing.

Salian gripped the short sword at his waist, chattering on and on: "The fishing village is still there, the sailor on duty told me everything is normal, Finn said the battles at Baldur's Gate and Silverscale Bay are basically over, Silverscale Bay is gone..."

The Greyhawk circled over Baldur's Gate and Silverscale Bay until dawn before finally resting. Although Baldur's Gate had lost two districts, it had at least held its ground.

The riverbanks in the Livington district are high, and there are not many landing points. The new warband, led by Flame Fist, deployed in advance and, together with various guilds and churches, forcibly repelled the Murlocs.

Silverscale Bay was completely destroyed, occupied by fishmen, with large numbers of refugees fleeing to Livington, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

But these things were no longer important to them, because their environment seemed even more bizarre, and they had to figure out what was happening and leave as soon as possible.

"Look, what kind of monster is that?" an elf suddenly pointed towards the forest.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw the vegetation swaying at the edge of the forest. They could vaguely see two enormous creatures fighting, with thinner trees being snapped one after another, making it look quite violent.

Anser jumped onto the stern and stared intently as the dice spun wildly at an unprecedented speed.

Ding--

[Triceratops, a giant beast, Challenge Level 5]

"Dinosaurs!" he exclaimed, his mind filled with questions. "Are there dinosaurs in Faerun?"

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, he looked up at the steel-like sky, his eyes wide open:
"Abel!"

Abel is the twin world of Toril. Originally, they belonged to the same prehistoric world, but were later divided into two independent worlds by the supreme god.

The two worlds share the same sun and moon, but develop along their own trajectories in different dimensions.

During the magical plague, parts of the two worlds merged, resulting in the exchange of regions. It was during this period that the Dragonborn came to Toril from Abel.

And Abel also has the Darklands!
(End of this chapter)