Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 81 Who Can Resist the Sweet Temptation

'I've become stronger again.'

Anser brought up the character card, and the data on it had changed drastically.

Life reaches 44 points, Magic Power 43 points, and Super Magic Power 10 points, all increasing accordingly.

However, although the magic power seems plentiful, it doesn't last long. A third-circle spell requires 5 points of magic power, so at most, you can only cast 8 spells.

'The battle will still mainly rely on first and second-level spells and tricks!' He didn't care; not every enemy was worthy of his fireball.

Level 5 spellcasters also receive a major buff: the effects of Trick spells are greatly enhanced!
Unlike regular spells, magic tricks may seem simple and cannot be upgraded, but they have unique ways to enhance them.

As spellcasters continuously improve their abilities, level 5 brings about a qualitative change, such as control over magic, understanding of spells, spellcasting ability, and the development of class characteristics. They completely master magic, enabling it to exert even more powerful magical effects.

The base damage of spell burst and freezing ray has increased from 1d8 to 2d8, which is higher than the damage of magic missile.

This is why only level 5 spellcasters are initially qualified to create spell turrets.

Anser stretched contentedly, pushed open the door, and went out onto the deck.

The ship was clean; the bloodstains and corpses had been cleaned up, but a faint smell of blood still lingered.

At the bow, Salian turned to look at Anser on the deck, his gaze flickering. That man seemed a little different.

When the others saw Anser, their expressions relaxed considerably. This unknown environment was fraught with danger, and only the two men, one old and one young, could give them a sense of security.

Anser came to the bow of the ship and looked out. In front of him were towering ancient trees, dark and deep, seemingly without end.

It gave him the feeling of exploring an otherworldly jungle, which wasn't a bad feeling.

Salian looked up at the steel-colored sky, a look of melancholy on his face: "Have we already left Faerûn?"

“Perhaps it’s a combination of boundary fusion and region exchange. This situation seems to have lasted for decades during the magical plague. If we leave in time, there shouldn’t be any major problems,” Anser pondered.

“I hope so,” Salian sighed. “But there are so many animals here, and they’re plentiful. We won’t have to worry about food for a while.”

“I enjoy hunting.” Anser laughed. Most dinosaurs don’t have magic-like abilities, so they’re not too difficult to deal with.

"Go eat first, everyone has already eaten," Salian advised. He had long noticed that Anser was exceptionally excited when fighting, as if he were addicted.

“Okay.” Anser was hungry too.

He strolled into the restaurant, where most of the people were already there, seemingly having just finished eating, and many dishes hadn't been cleared away yet.

The forest was calm and still, with no wind or waves, so there was no need to worry about dishes flying everywhere.

When little Clara saw Anser, she quickly slid off the stool, ran a few steps, and hugged his leg, pouting, "Brother Anser, Aunt Dara won't let me play on the deck."

"You've even learned to tattle now." Dara walked over, deliberately putting on a stern face. "Why do you call him 'brother' and me 'auntie'? Am I old?"

“You’re old.” Clara hid behind Anser, looking serious. “You’re more than ten years older than Anser. You could have had a baby when you were a teenager.”

Dara's face stiffened, his lips curled into a sneer, and he reached out to grab Clara, his tone unfriendly: "Who told you that? You can't calculate an elf's age like that."

"Ah, Brother Anser, please protect me!" Clara hugged Anser, buried her head in his clothes, and huddled up.

Anser smiled helplessly, bent down and picked up Clara, glancing at Dara, only to see her quickly look away.

"It's dangerous outside. There are many monsters that will kidnap children. You must not sneak off to the deck by yourself, understand?"

He wasn't trying to scare people; hunting young animals is an instinct for many predators because the risk is minimal.

"Okay~" Clara nodded obediently.

Dala was speechless. How could the same words have such different effects when spoken by different people?

At this moment, the halfling chef brought over a deep wooden plate and gently placed it on the table: "Mr. Anser, it's time to eat. This is a yakitori meal specially prepared for you."

"Huh, this doesn't look like a bird?" Anser noticed that the grilled bird on the plate had two pairs of wings.

The halfling chef shrugged: "I don't know it either. It was captured by Mr. Finn's Greyhawk."

Anser focused his attention on the yakitori, and the dice quickly revealed its information: Microraptor!
A type of four-winged miniature dinosaur, living in groups of three to five on trees, with bright neon-colored feathers.

'Could this thing be used as a magical pet?' His eyes lit up.

But then he thought again and decided not to eat it. He only had one friendship spell, which wasn't very effective. What if the little raptor could smell his own kind? "I don't like this. Give it to the injured crew. Just give me some bread and vegetable stew." He made up an excuse.

"Oh, okay." The halfling chef left with his tray, looking puzzled.

Didn't Blatter say this guy loves meat? Has he changed his taste?
“Get me a clean jar, at least one gallon,” Anser suddenly called out.

“Okay,” the chef replied.

Anser placed Clara in the seat opposite him and asked with a smile, "Have you eaten?"

"I've already eaten. Meat patties and roast meat, all meat. I don't like it," Clara said, pouting.

“Haha…” Anser smiled.

The situation is unclear at the moment, but the ship has already started controlling the food intake, which is the right thing to do, and there's nothing more to say about it.

A few minutes later, the chef brought over a wooden jar and a hearty breakfast: bread, meat patties, vegetable stew, roast meat, a small dish of honey, and a piece of cheese.

Anser picked up the jar and sniffed it. There was no strange smell. Then he took out the alchemical flask from his waist, opened it, and poured in some. The thick, dark amber honey slowly flowed into the jar, and the sweet aroma wafted freely.

"Wow—" Clara kept twitching her little nose, "So much, it smells so good."

One gallon is 3.79 liters, which is a large amount. It would be enough for each person on the ship to eat a few spoonfuls at each meal.

Anser analyzed that producing honey is very cost-effective; it not only provides calories and vitamins, but its sweet taste can also improve the mood of consumers.

Soon, all the high-quality honey was poured out, and the inside of the alchemy pot was spotless, without a single drop left, which was quite unique.

He put away the alchemy pot, scooped out a spoonful of bread, spread it on a slice, and handed it to Clara: "Eat."

"Thank you, Brother Anser." Clara smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

No child can resist sweets, and elves too.

Seeing that Anser was not going to give it to her, Dara stopped being reserved and simply took matters into her own hands.

“You can keep some, and take the rest to the chef for me,” Anser said with a smile, pointing to the honey jar.

Dara had no idea what politeness was. She took a small jar from the kitchen and secretly filled it with honey.

Before the jar reached the kitchen, it was Anser's personal property, so how could it be considered theft?

After having a quick bite to eat, Anser went to the stern tower.

The gray eagle was dozing on the top, its back feathers torn and its wounds stained with blood, indicating that it had been injured recently.

Blatt and Finn were sitting back to back when they saw Anser and quickly stood up.

"Was this caused by the claws of a small dragon? Is this thing that fierce?" Anser asked in confusion.

"A miniature raptor?" Finn looked confused.

"It's the kind of four-winged bird that the gray eagle catches."

“Yes, he flies fast and holds grudges.” Finn scratched his messy beard, somewhat helplessly.

Anser looked at the strange sky, activated the King Butterfly Cloak, and flapped his wings to fly into the sky.

Flying is fast, but it costs 5 points of magic each time, so it's best to save it if you don't need it.

After ascending nearly a hundred meters, the view suddenly opens up, with lush greenery beneath your feet and an endless forest stretching into the distance.

As we flew higher, a vast plain appeared at the edge of the jungle, along with a lake as smooth as a mirror, but it was too far away to see if there were any signs of human habitation.

He wanted to fly higher, but suddenly a black dot appeared on the distant horizon and flew toward him at an extremely fast speed.

'What is that?' He quickly descended and hid in the dense foliage.

A few minutes later, a gigantic figure streaked across the sky, its dark green scales reflecting the sunlight; it had a dragon's head, a long tail, and bat wings...

Green Dragon!

(End of this chapter)