Chapter 255: NO. 17: Fireworks Festival, But Magic Cannons

NO. 17: Fireworks Festival, But Magic Cannons

Spellcasters have always been a dangerous group since ancient times.

In the ancient era when visitors from other worlds were not yet so frequent, it was the group wielding extraordinary power that created myths, wrote legends, and held sway over miracles.

The history accumulated and developed by all kinds of 'fa' and 'shu' is so long that even Earth's 'technology' development still resembles a youthful newcomer.

They pursue with endless potential and vitality the heights once reached by 'source-energy casting'.

In the Terra Federation, there are countless towers named 'Clock Tower'.

Whether branch or headquarters, they all originate from one otherworld, upholding their homeland's concept of magic arts, not calling themselves magicians but using the term 'magic artist' that easily misleads locals.

Because their definition of 'magic' is the act of artificially reproducing mystery and miracle—that is, magic is the part on the path to the source that modern science cannot explain or put into practice.

Simply put, only what technology cannot do deserves to be called magic.

This definition has not gained wide acceptance among spellcasters in this world.

Those magic artists are not therefore discouraged or angry, for they discovered that, according to this calculation, even the magicians from their homeland are merely magic artists here.

Parallel-world travel and observation? Soul materialization? Power that can interfere with and destroy time—you can go to the Science Academy to see what those scientists are up to.

But this does not mean the decline of spellcasters.

Quite the opposite, it is an age where source-energy arts and technological development proceed side by side.

It is even present on the streets and online.

There is no public claim that mystery is hindered; any art hindered by this is merely hindered. The myriad schools and techniques, through their hundredfold contention, have achieved the flourishing era of magical improvement wholly unrelated to technological development.

Calling it a prosperous age surpassing the age of the gods is not an exaggeration.

The Magitech Casting System also arose precisely in such a prosperous age.

Indeed, practitioners of this system are always rejected and despised by their peers; those who inherit the old traditional systems question the knowledge and skills of these emerging casters.

Yet even so, formal clashes resulting in actual casualties are rare.

One reason is that contemporary medical technology is so advanced that losing an arm or leg is no longer considered an injury; another reason is that usually no one wishes to fight Magitech system casters.

You may call them magic illiterates or say they are useless without their staffs, but you absolutely cannot underestimate their combat power.

So—

When row after row of display cases were uniformly opened, the items held by the staff rose one by one with terrifying magical power, and countless magical formations appeared beneath their feet, before them, and at the tips of their staves, all attendees of this technology exhibition could see the magical torrent that nearly blotted out the sky.

Magitech device exhibition?

Arms exhibition!

Magitech System Brother's latest masterpiece!

Tuba Old Brother enthusiastically recommends the staff machine set!

One‑key macro immortal technique analysis new combination!

Clearly it was still broad daylight, yet countless high‑energy particle streams painted the ground in riotous colors, howling!

Enough to cause the electronic‑mechanical Baltan Alien, which had first appeared with overwhelming might, to be surrounded and swallowed by the effect combo of a seven‑color cannon, lightning‑flow fire, and rift‑and‑pressure flow after just two steps.

Indeed, only half a foot could be seen sticking out.

That hook‑shaped metal foot, resembling a clown shoe, reflected the complex colors above on its silvery metal surface.

The whole thing stood still, unknown whether it was broken by a hit or simply shattered.

Surely not?

Even the hand tucked in his clothing could feel the vibration of the card case; Aomo thought the thing would have to shatter into countless streams of light to be considered done for.

After all, that was also a creature summoned by a monster card.

Click!

A camera shutter sounded like it woke many guests; such sounds quickly rose and fell, as if everyone were assimilating into the Jidong area's rules, insisting on adding a sound to the photo function.

But it was indeed quite lovely; after glancing at the crowd of photographers, Aomo looked toward the glass window outside and thought.

It was just like over‑enthusiastic fireworks.

Because it was daytime, being over‑enthusiastic was actually quite fitting.

He perhaps should also take a picture to send to friends, or like the girl beside him post to umastagram, after all his account recently gained many followers.

It's hardly worth celebrating; those followers obviously aren't coming because of any 'excellent trainer ability' of his.

Umastagram's users are either horse girls or horse‑girl fans, and this fan base encompasses people from all walks of life across the land.

What great deed he had recently done to suddenly boost his follower count by tens of thousands—Aomo refused to reason about that question.

So saying, it's truly hard to be happy.

While thinking, he asked the girl: 'Finished shooting?'

His tone was naturally aloof.

But the girl's tone was ever lighthearted, never frivolous: 'Done shooting, Ka Lian still thought the trainer would just leave.'

She said this while walking up beside the trainer.

She is truly sharp‑witted.

Unexpectedly, she was not with Bi Ze and East Commerce Reform; when Aomo bumped into her, she stood alone outside the crowd, a row of warning lights flashing red above her head.

Yet she appeared calm and at ease, perhaps enjoying the quiet after the alarm cleared the crowd, or perhaps confident in the present safety.

Even if Aomo greeted her to walk together, she would suddenly stop, pull out her phone, aim at the outside window for an angle that maximizes shock value, click, and then begin drafting a post.

There was no sign of any thought; she simply typed after shooting, which made Aomo frown.

At that moment he recalled not the two people he was still looking for, but her clear‑cut posts.

"Do you want me to leave you here uncared for? If you truly don't care about danger."

Aomo turned his head back, resumed his stride, and the corner of his eye also noticed the gray‑haired horse girl keeping pace with light steps.

Though it was an adult's pace, the other party was also a horse girl.

Why does the trainer seem certain there will be danger? Clearly those staff members have already taken action.

Why do you seem certain it's absolutely safe? Clearly, Miss Dongshangbiange hasn't given you much information about the Magic Staff. Aomo retorted.

Is the trainer very curious about this question?

Not particularly curious," Aomo did not hide his indifference, "I just feel you could easily pretend to be more serious in front of me.

The girl who calls herself Karen was not completely ignorant of this place; on the contrary, she had done thorough homework on visiting here so she could navigate it with ease.

But Karen feels this approach is useless in front of the trainer," the girl said, shaking her head lightly, "just as many people say, you have a pair of very intimidating eyes.

I vaguely recall someone saying that before.

That's a lie; Aomo has no reason to forget Yan Hui Er's evaluation of him on Umastagram: 'Sharp to the point of being a little scary.'

But you clearly knew this from the start; why force yourself?

Anyway, I'm somewhat curious; at first I was curious, and then I felt the trainer's eyes could let Karen better express her cuteness.

I'm just a new trainer," Aomo said, "my three horse girls underneath have already attracted quite a bit of criticism.

Strictly speaking, these are just comments from online news; after he accepted a public interview before the Takarazuka Memorial Race, it was only natural that he gained some brief topics online.

Although Aomo wasn't particularly interested in this, his habit of big data collection still led him to scan through everything.

Karen still has half a year before she enters high school, but the trainer doesn't need to worry too much," Zhenjiling glanced at her phone, then looked at Aomo beside her, whose face showed no trace of panic, "although one could imagine a reassuring side, the trainer really isn't suitable for Karen.

But your wording doesn't sound like giving up," Aomo beside her paused, having already seen Bing Ze looking around and Dongshangbiange, and thus could turn his head to look at Zhenjiling beside her.

The girl also paused in the same way; even though she had said this much, her demeanor remained poised: 'After all, the trainers Karen has met so far have all been somewhat dissatisfied.'

You shouldn't be the most dissatisfied with me, right?

Karen just feels it's hard to like the trainer," Zhenjiling said, opting for a more tactful expression.

It's just that the expression is more tactful.

The person Karen likes should always gaze at Karen, discover all of Karen's cuteness, and preferably also……" "Be a bit dull, right?

Being a bit dull prevents one from seeing all the efforts the other makes for 'cuteness'; when only 'revealing' remains between 'revealing' and 'concealing', that cuteness also acquires a flaw.

This is probably something the girl cannot accept the most.

That's right, so Karen thinks she should be more patient.

That's exactly right; perhaps in half a year you'll meet a high-scoring trainer," Aomo said, pulling out his hand from his clothing pocket, "but I have a question.

A dark red crystal ball appeared beside him, flying toward the two people far away who hadn't noticed this side.

Rather than meeting up immediately, it's clearly better to first maintain this distance to speak clearly, and it also happens to be possible to use the surrounding crowd's noise to disturb the horse girls' excellent hearing.

What's the question?

Having noticed the dark red crystal ball, she merely glanced at it before turning her gaze back to Aomo; at least when confirming the trainer, this girl truly did 'constantly gaze' at him.

Is the reason you've been suppressing your low evaluation of me and trying to strike up a conversation just because of these eyes of mine?