"Ah! Someone already created a Magic Bomb forum so quickly!"
"Wonder how many fellow enthusiasts like this!"
"Magic bombs—the romance that belongs to mages!"
"Nonsense, this is also nobles' romance! I've already purchased thousands of them!"
"Magic bombs belong to 'Magic Conductors'?! So they were created by the God of Technology!"
"Thinking about it carefully, magic bombs really do seem different from traditional magical items—so it's a new path opened by a deity!"
Shortly after the Wild Mage established the 'Magic Bomb Forum,' it gathered quite a crowd.
No wonder—magic bombs had been performing brilliantly lately.
From low-level magicians exploring ruins to the northern battle against ice spirit armies, from single magic bombs saving lives to tens of thousands flying together... These events all stimulated every Magic Space user.
Almost everyone would be covered by magic bomb usage scenarios.
To put it bluntly, magic bombs basically gave everyone an extra life!
But most people hadn't realized their greatest special feature, let alone thought this would be the God of Technology's creation...
But thinking about it carefully, it seemed reasonable.
How could a deity who worked with the Goddess of Magic to launch the Magic Internet not have other influences?
This setting didn't surprise too many magicians.
Instead, quite a few people entering this 'forum' vaguely felt that times might be changing!
If Magic Conductors weren't just magic bombs...
Watching more and more people gathering in the 'forum' he created, after discussing with Viscount Roster, the Wild Mage directly posted about self-charging arrays and recruiting magicians, pinning and highlighting it!
Of course, the self-charging array information recorded in this post was still very incomplete. Even a legendary magician would find it nearly impossible to replicate from this information, but anyone who understood deep magical principles would definitely realize its special features!
"Huh? Self-charging?!"
"Is the poster crazy? How could such a thing exist!"
"As everyone knows, charging can only be done by magical beings—this is also the most difficult part of magic bomb production."
"The poster is actually the 'forum moderator'?! Don't tell me you created the Magic Bomb forum just to scam people? Damn, I should have registered it earlier. By the Goddess of Magic, is there any way to replace this 'forum moderator'?"
"I remember seeing similar information elsewhere before. A legendary magician was certain it couldn't succeed—if it did, he'd be willing to use stinky slime excrement as a face mask!"
For this era's magicians, self-charging magic arrays were like something that completely overturned their worldview.
Just like when the Wild Mage was ostracized in the capital, posting this now immediately drew quite a bit of mockery.
Even those without malice would express complete disbelief.
"Mr. Wild Mage, this only proves their short-sightedness..." Viscount Roster looked at the constantly appearing posts and quickly spoke up.
"I don't mind." The Wild Mage smiled and waved: "Actually, I knew from the start it would definitely be like this."
Seeing Viscount Roster's somewhat surprised expression, the Wild Mage continued explaining: "As long as one person believes, as long as one person is willing to join our cause, isn't that success?"
"Yes! As long as one person is willing, that has value." Viscount Roster muttered somewhat dazedly: "I was being narrow-minded."
Interacting with comrades like the Wild Mage didn't require the same careful, formal speech as with those nobles, which made Viscount Roster quite comfortable.
"Look, someone's already privately messaging me. There are always people who can determine from just a few words that our plan is truly feasible." The Wild Mage's face showed a deep smile.
He'd always believed this path would never be lonely!
"Alright, I'm putting you in complete charge of this. The only requirement is don't let self-charging arrays spread in the short term. Wait until we're prepared before spreading them!" Viscount Roster nodded slightly: "Also, I came today to tell you that tomorrow I'll be taking magic bombs to meet the Hand of the King!"
Almost simultaneously.
In the capital.
"Boss, after this mission we should have enough money saved up, right?" A group that looked somewhat like mercenaries but were actually supernatural beings forming an adventure party walked on Starlight Street, with one member smiling and asking.
"Right!" Destructive Fist Eddie couldn't help showing anticipation, letting out a demonic laugh: "Kekeke, after finishing this job, we can afford a ship."
About ten years ago, their adventure party had discovered a treasure map in some ruins, but getting the treasure required sailing to find a distant island. They'd spent almost all their energy on this over the years and were close to success.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go quickly!" The team members immediately got excited.
"What's the rush? The Magic Net Ring's birthplace is right on this street, and they supposedly have lots of magic bombs there. Let's go buy some."
Destructive Fist Eddie could become team leader because he wasn't brainless: "You guys are veterans in this business—don't you know that accidents always tend to happen at times like this? 'After finishing this job I'll go home and get married,' 'After finishing this job I'll buy you whatever,' 'After finishing this job this and that'—how many seniors said things like this and never came back?"
What kind of theory was this?
All team members looked completely confused.
But thinking about it carefully, there really were quite a few acquaintances who'd crashed and burned exactly like this.
Hiss—
Really couldn't be too careful!
They say throwing one magic bomb was equivalent to a top-level low-grade instant magic spell.
Buying ten or twenty would indeed be a good idea.
After all, once this job was done, the rewards would be huge!
"Boss! Excuse me... where's your boss?" Destructive Fist Eddie walked into Heddy's magic shop 'Magic Net Business Hall,' just about to call out when he saw a little girl seriously polishing a... coffin, and couldn't help pausing.
What family puts a coffin in their shop for no reason!
Really too unlucky... Destructive Fist Eddie was about to complain when he remembered that the owner here was called the Coffin-Carrying Heddy, and everyone who came here seemed to know this.
"I am the owner. What do you need? Do you need a Magic Net Ring? Magic Net Rings can only be used by magicians, so you might..."
Heddy carefully examined the man before her, her expression somewhat suspicious.
Burly build, brown skin, messy short hair, a bear tattoo on his body, carrying a nearly two-meter-long giant sword, wearing what looked like mercenary clothing but she could sense this was magical equipment with probably extremely strong defense—but he didn't look like a magician at all.