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Chapter 80 – Lanpu's Magic Shop
Suddenly, Charlotte noticed a massive shadow blotting out the sky.
"Boom!"
The Dragonblood Ogre Mage crashed down with a thunderous impact!
His body, over six meters long, was draped in a patchwork robe stitched together from mismatched magical robes. In one hand, he gripped a staff that looked unnaturally slender. His face remained hidden behind the familiar Golden-Rimmed Glasses, his expression one of quiet disappointment.
"...It's you pathetic beggars again..."
"Get lost! Don't interfere with my hunt for foreign Adventurers!"
"Another wasted Third-Level Spell..."
Lanpu glanced at Charlotte—now transformed into a sheep—and immediately frowned upon recognizing the telltale aura of the Stellarfallen. With a flick of his staff, he muttered:
"Dispelling!"
A surge of magical energy erupted from the staff, striking Charlotte’s form.
"Pffft!"
With a burst of light, Charlotte reverted to human shape. Instinctively, he activated a Scouting.
> [Dragonblood Ogre Mage – Lanpu]
> Affiliation: [Ashen Hollow]
> Core Abilities: ???
> Challenge Rating: ???
> Favor Level: -10 (Mild Disdain)
"This is an elite Mage! Finally... I've found him!" Charlotte’s mind screamed with ecstatic fervor.
He stared up at the towering Ogre, encrusted with magical gear, as if gazing upon the very future of the Mage class. Hope flared in his eyes like a dying star reigniting.
"Please!" he pleaded. "Lanpu-sama, I want to learn spells!"
Lanpu sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don’t waste my time with your pathetic Spell Detection. Do you really think a minor trick like that can pierce my defenses?"
"A complete Wizard Apprentice?"
"Pathetic."
Now that he’d mastered a vast array of spells, Lanpu had grown arrogant beyond measure—long forgotten was the time when he could only cast a single, clumsy Fireball.
"I’m returning to the Wizard Tower. Don’t waste my time again. Followers of Ashen Hollow may enter through the side gate—no sneaking around like common pests. You’re ruining my income."
"Disgusting."
Muttering curses under his breath, Lanpu raised his staff to cast a Flight Spell.
But just as the magic began to swirl around him—his chance to flee—the last thing he expected happened.
Charlotte, heart pounding, leapt forward with all his might and wrapped his arms around Lanpu’s thick, muscular leg.
"Lanpu-sama! Please, teach me spells!" he cried, his eyes blazing with unwavering resolve.
At that moment, he wasn’t just fighting for himself. He carried the unspoken vow of his fallen comrades. He bore the sacred mission of restoring the true glory of the Mage.
So he would not let go.
"Damn you, Human!" Lanpu roared, startled.
"Get off!"
His Flight Spell—still imperfect—was thrown off balance. Instead of rising, he wobbled sideways and crashed back onto the ground with a heavy thud.
Furious and flushed red, Lanpu spat: "You filthy, stupid, repulsive Human—how dare you!"
But Charlotte only clung tighter. "Lanpu-sama, please teach me!"
"Even if you kill me, I’ll come back. You know I can resurrect!"
"...Let go of my leg."
Despite his status as a high-ranking Mage, ruler of Ashen Hollow’s affairs for years, Lanpu was still flustered. He’d seen many kinds of people—traitors, fools, fools with ambition—but never someone who literally clung to his leg like a desperate beggar.
His master had certainly picked strange Humans. Not only did they possess Infinite Resurrection, but their personalities were bizarre beyond imagination.
Eventually, Charlotte released his grip, panting. "S-so… will you teach me now?"
Lanpu adjusted his Golden-Rimmed Glasses with a slow, deliberate motion. His golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"...Not impossible."
He tapped his fingers together.
"Knowledge isn’t free. You’ll need to pay a small price—some gold, and a little contribution."
"You understand."
Charlotte’s face lit up like a festival lantern.
> [Personal Shop of Dragonblood Ogre Mage – Lanpu] is now accessible to you.
> Requirement: Achieve 3,000 Faction Contribution with [Ashen Hollow] to unlock [Lanpu’s Magic Shop]
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### Lanpu’s Magic Shop
- Scroll of Mage’s Hand – 10 gold coins
- Scroll of Light – 10 gold coins
- Scroll of Shield – 30 gold coins
- Scroll of Flight – 100 gold coins
- Scroll of Fireball – 100 gold coins
- Scroll of Wall of Fire – 300 gold coins
- (...and many more)
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Charlotte stood frozen, eyes wide.
Hundreds of dazzling magical scrolls materialized before him—ranging from the most basic Cantrips like Mage’s Hand to the majestic 4th-Level Spell: Wall of Fire. The sheer variety dazzled him.
For a moment, he felt like he’d stepped into heaven itself.
Even the steep prices—especially the 300 gold for a single 4th-level scroll—meant nothing. Because now, he saw the future.
The rebirth of the True Mage. Our duty. Our destiny.
Lanpu watched Charlotte’s ecstatic expression, his brow furrowed slightly. Hmm… Did I price these too low? Maybe I can raise them…
No—wait. He’d already marked them up several times above market value.
Still… I should consult the master on how to extract even more from these endless-trying Humans…
He pushed his glasses up, lost in thought.
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Later that night, a heated post exploded across the Player Forum:
> "The Mage Player has risen! Third non-Scoutable Non-Player Character and Mage Career Mentor—[Dragonblood Ogre Mage – Lanpu]—has appeared! New area [Dragon Vale] now open!"
The post, naturally, was posted by Charlotte, leader of [Magic Coin].
> "Mage? Not even a dog would pick that class!"
> "Look at your miserable Value Efficiency. Even a Sorcerer’s single Natural Talent Spell outshines your gold-purchased nonsense. You’d need an entire guild to support one Mage!"
> "Compared to a Dragonblood Sorcerer’s innate scales and Fire Elemental affinity—this is laughable."
Singo, the aggressive forum warrior, fired back—his rage fueled by a recent ambush from an enemy guild. Forced to stay in the safest place—Tax Collector’s Dorm—his frustration boiled over.
> "But the infinite learning potential of Mages? That’s the real win in the late game!"
> "Sorcerers turn into stationary cannons. I’m still the true Mage—unstoppable!"
> "Restoring Mage glory is our duty!"
> "Everyone, switch classes now!"
> "Right now, gold is scarce. But by mid-game, I’ll make you regret ever doubting us!"
Then came the cold, hard reality:
> "Wait… did you see the prices? The top-tier 4th-level scroll? 300 gold coins! Even if they sold me, I couldn’t afford it!"
> "Three hundred?!"
> "I’m out. This is a premium player’s class. Ordinary players can’t touch it."
> "It’s not that Mages are unplayable—it’s just that Sorcerers have better Value Efficiency."
> "Come on, team up for contribution quests! Let’s all become Dragonblood Sorcerers together. That’s the real win!"
The thread began to shift—away from admiration, toward skepticism.
Charlotte stared at the screen, jaw clenched. His expression twisted with growing fury.
One day… I’ll make every one of you who mocked me understand…
What it means to be a True Mage.
"Mage’s Hand!"
With a decisive motion, Charlotte channeled the spell.
A translucent, floating hand materialized in midair—his first real magic, purchased with every last coin he had.
"I… I can finally cast a spell!"
Tears streamed down his face.
Behind him, the members of [Magic Coin] erupted in cheers—celebrating not just a new spell, but the dawn of a new era.
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(End of Chapter)
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