David S.R
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Chapter 219
🕑 Added 2025-11-01 07:00:13 +0000 UTCThe morning dragged into noon as Ludger and Gaius got back to work.
The air smelled of wet salt and stone dust. The sea had calmed, but the coast still carried that heavy, watchful quiet after battle—like the world itself was holding its breath.
They didn’t speak much. They didn’t need to.
Gaius focused on reinforcing the coral pillars that still stood after the night’s chaos, kneeling by the waterline as he melded stone and shell together with practiced precision. Each time he pressed his palm to the surface, the ocean hissed and hardened, creating a seamless bond between reef and rock.
Ludger worked closer to the shore, raising new segments for the bridge’s support. The wood creaked as he layered stone around the base of each post to anchor them deeper into the seabed. Every motion was clean, efficient, deliberate—nothing wasted.
His mana pulsed in steady waves, pushing through the sand and the rock beneath. The ground responded like a living thing, bending to his will.
And then—
[Earth Manipulation + 50 XP.]
[Geomancer class reached Lv 55 → New Skill Acquired!]
A faint blue shimmer flickered in front of his eyes, a translucent screen only he could see.
Geomancer Lv 55 (+6 INT, +3 WIS / level)
Skills:
[Earth Manipulation Lv 75]
[Stone Grip Lv 42]
[Quicksand Lv 14]
[Seismic Sense Lv 14]
[Mineral Skin Lv 01]
[Terra Burst Lv 01]
[Gaia’s Grasp Lv 01]
[Rock Spike Lv 01]
[Continental Shield Lv 01]
[Earthen Surge Lv 01]
[Dust Curtain Lv 01]
[Tectonic Pulse Lv 01]
Ludger paused, blinking at the glowing text before it faded into the corner of his vision. He exhaled slowly through his nose.
“...Tectonic Pulse?”
Gaius glanced up from his work. “What now?”
Ludger crouched, letting his palm touch the surface of the nearest pillar. The mana under his skin trembled—then flared outward in a shockwave that rippled through the structure, spreading into the ocean floor like invisible thunder.
The ground hummed.
Not violently, but deeply—like a heartbeat echoing through miles of stone. He felt the feedback instantly. Every rock, every pocket of sand and coral within hundreds of meters whispered back to him. The seafloor unfolded in his mind’s eye—a living map, clearer and sharper than ever before.
Ludger smirked faintly. “Got an idea and tested it.”
[Tectonic Pulse Lv 01] – Emits a controlled seismic wave through the terrain.
Detects subterranean mana signatures and weak points.
Can destabilize enemies or reinforce terrain depending on intent.
Cost: 250 mana.
The new awareness was overwhelming at first, but incredible. He could feel the cracks under the seabed, the weak lines where coral met rock, the soft vibrations of distant movement—fish, debris, even the lingering mana residue from the sahuagins’ retreat.
It wasn’t just sensing the ground anymore. It was commanding it to speak.
Ludger released the spell with a deep breath, the pulse fading.
His skin prickled from the mana recoil, but he grinned anyway. “That’ll make containment easier.”
Gaius crossed his arms, watching him with a hint of pride. “You’re starting to sound like a real Geomancer, kid.”
Ludger cracked his neck. “Guess the world’s finally noticing.”
He looked out over the sea, the rebuilt pillars stretching in the distance like teeth breaking through the surface. The tide was calm for now, but the faint echo of movement beneath the waves told him it wouldn’t stay that way.
Still, the bridge stood.
And with his new skill, it would keep standing—no matter what came crawling out of the deep.
By evening, the air along the coast had cooled.
The waves rolled quiet against the reinforced shore, carrying with them the scent of salt and ash. Most of the Ironhand workers were asleep or tending the damage while Ludger and Gaius sat a short distance from the bridge, surrounded by piles of stone dust and half-finished pillar molds.
A small campfire burned between them. The light flickered against Gaius’s face, deepening the lines near his eyes. He looked tired—but not weak. Just older, like the world had stopped surprising him long ago.
Ludger leaned back against a chunk of coral rock, arms crossed. “So,” he said, glancing at the horizon, “you think we’ll get another attack tonight?”
Gaius shook his head. “Not soon. The sea’s still recovering from that pulse you sent earlier. Half the ocean probably felt it. Probably scared the sahuagins, but that won’t have the same effect again.”
Ludger smirked faintly. “Good. Maybe it’ll think twice before spitting more fishmen at us.”
“Don’t get cocky.” Gaius poked at the fire with a stick. “That kind of mana burst would have turned me into a corpse when I was your age.”
Ludger looked at him, brow raised. “You saying I’m better than you now?”
Gaius chuckled, the sound dry and low. “Not yet. But soon enough, probably.”
That caught Ludger off guard. “...What’s that supposed to mean?”
The old geomancer rested his elbow on his knee, staring into the flames. “You’ve already hit things I couldn’t at your level. Tectonic Pulse? I didn’t learn something like that until I was well past twenty. By then, I’d already wasted half my life trying to control mana instead of listening to it.”
He tapped his chest lightly. “You’ve got that Spiritual Core—that’s what makes the difference. Mine’s crude by comparison. It holds mana, sure, but it doesn’t breathe with it like yours does. If I’d learned the Sage basics when I was young, I might’ve managed half of what you’re doing now.”
Ludger frowned slightly. “Why are you saying this all of a sudden? You are raising some death flags, old man.”
Gaius didn’t answer at first. He just nodded to himself, gaze still fixed on the fire. The light flickered across his weathered face, reflecting in his tired but calm eyes.
“Because,” he said finally, “the art of my family isn’t going to die with me after all.”
The words came quiet, but heavy. He smiled faintly, almost embarrassed by the admission. “That’s... a rare kind of peace for an old man. Knowing someone out there will carry it forward.”
Ludger looked away, jaw tightening. For a second, he thought about joking—to cut the weight out of the moment. But he couldn’t.
He knew what those words meant to Gaius.
The man had lost everything once—his wife and daughter, buried in a labyrinth collapse that no amount of money or mana could undo. He never spoke about it, but the grief lingered in every pause, in every moment his eyes drifted to the distance like he was looking at ghosts.
Ludger exhaled softly. “...You’re not dying anytime soon, old man. So don’t start talking like you are.”
Gaius snorted. “Heh. You really think I’d go before finishing this bridge? Not a chance.”
That earned a small, genuine grin from Ludger. “Good. Because I’m not raising another mentor from the dirt.”
They sat in silence after that—the kind of quiet that didn’t need filling. The waves whispered against the stone below, and the fire popped occasionally, sending sparks into the dark.
Two geomancers, generations apart, bound by the same earth beneath their feet.
Gaius finally broke the silence, his tone lighter. “Get some rest, kid. Tomorrow, we will continue the work even faster than before.”
Ludger tilted his head back against the rock, eyes half-closed. “And if the sea fights back?”
Gaius smiled faintly. “Then we’ll remind it what happens when it tries to move the mountains.”
The fire burned lower. The tide kept its rhythm. And for the first time in a long while, Gaius looked content.
The next morning broke clear and sharp. Ludger and Gaius were already back at work by sunrise—hands coated in dust and salt, mana weaving through the ground in steady waves as they shaped new supports under the bridge.
It was slower work now. They weren’t just building; they were guarding the place— while also using the echoes of Tectonic Pulse to find the strongest sections of coral and rock beneath the surface. Gaius couldn’t do that often thanks to his mana pool, which was already smaller than Ludger’s. Each time Ludger sent a pulse, the ground responded with a hum that he could almost understand, like an ancient rhythm beneath the waves.
Hours passed like that—quiet, focused, the crash of water their only soundtrack—until Gaius finally straightened and stretched his back. “Break.”
Ludger didn’t argue. His shoulders were burning, and his mana was running low again. They moved back to the shoreline and sat on the sand, boots half-buried, staring out at the bridge that was slowly taking shape against the horizon.
It looked stable. It looked possible. Eventually.
Then they heard the crunch of boots on gravel behind them.
Rathen.
He was easy to recognize even before he came into view—broad-shouldered, his black hair wind-tossed, spear resting across his back. But today, his stride lacked its usual confidence. His face looked drawn, his jaw tight as he approached.
Gaius raised an eyebrow. “That’s not the walk of a man bringing good news.”
Rathen stopped a few meters away and exhaled through his nose. “You could say that again.”
Ludger turned slightly, still seated. “What happened?”
Rathen looked at the sea for a moment before answering. “Half the workers quit this morning.”
Ludger blinked. “Quit?”
“Gone,” Rathen said flatly. “Packed their things and left before dawn. The rest—well, they’re staying for now, but their morale’s shot. And the new batch of laborers we called from inland?” He shook his head. “They got word about the attack. Said they’d rather lose their pay than their lives.”
The surf filled the silence that followed.
Ludger dragged a hand down his face, massaging his forehead. “Perfect.”
He stayed like that for a few seconds before speaking again, his voice dry but tight. “So we’ve got half the manpower, twice the workload, and the ocean trying to kill us. Fantastic progress.”
Gaius snorted quietly. “Told you we’d scare them off if you started throwing mountains into the sea.”
Rathen managed a faint smile, though it didn’t last. “I can’t blame them. We were supposed to be building a bridge, not fighting a damn war. Word spreads fast, and the locals already think this place is cursed.”
Ludger leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the tide. “It’s not cursed,” he muttered. “It’s just under attack.”
“Doesn’t matter what it really is,” Gaius said, brushing sand from his palms. “People believe what they need to survive. And fear pays better than faith.”
Ludger let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair. The sun was starting to climb higher, glaring off the water.
“Alright,” he said finally. “We’ll manage with whoever stays. The rest… forget them. If they’re afraid of the sea, then they can stay inland.”
Rathen frowned. “You plan to keep going even without replacements?”
Ludger’s tone was calm, but unyielding. “We don’t stop. If we do, the enemies win the narrative, the monsters keep attacking, and this coast becomes a graveyard. We finish what we started.”
For a long moment, none of them spoke. Only the waves filled the silence.
Then Gaius gave a faint grunt of approval. “Good. That’s the right kind of stubborn.”
Rathen looked between them, the tension in his face easing just a little. “I’ll rally whoever’s left. If they see you two still building after last night, maybe they’ll stop shaking long enough to pick up their tools again.”
Ludger gave a curt nod. “Then let’s get back to work before they change their minds.”
Rathen turned to leave, but before he went, he paused and glanced back. “You’re serious about finishing this, huh?”
Ludger met his gaze. “Dead serious.”
Rathen chuckled under his breath and walked off toward the camp.
By midday, the sun sat high and unrelenting over the coast. The air shimmered with heat rising off stone and salt. The bridge stretched farther than before, way before the horizon of the shore—its skeleton of coral and rock crawling out over the ocean like the spine of something ancient.
But with half the workers gone, progress had slowed to a crawl. Too many hands missing. Too many minds filled with fear.
Ludger wasn’t one to wait on courage.
He stood knee-deep in the tide, eyes closed, both hands resting on the half-finished base of a pillar. His mana spread through the ground in a low, vibrating hum. The seabed shifted beneath his will, forming the start of a new network—angled supports branching from the main columns like roots digging into the air itself.
He focused, shaping the foundation in silence. The water frothed around him, turning white with churned sand as massive stone braces grew outward and down, locking into the other pillars.
From the shore, Gaius watched with arms crossed, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Good. You’re not just building up anymore—you’re spreading the load.”
Ludger grunted, sweat rolling down his jaw. “Can’t be helped since we aren’t having the same support as before.”
“Indeed,” Gaius said, stepping forward until the water reached his boots.
Ludger adjusted, and the results came immediately—the next pulse of earth magic flowed smoother, the structure stabilizing instead of resisting. The entire section of the bridge settled with a deep thoom, solid and unmoving even as the waves crashed against it.
He released the spell, breathing hard but steady.
“Not bad,” Gaius said, genuinely impressed. “At this rate, you’ll finish before the othersstop arguing about who gets to take credit.”
Ludger snorted, flicking seawater off his hand. “They can argue all they want. If Lucius wants this bridge built, we’ll honor the deal. But after this attack?” He looked out at the horizon, eyes narrowing. “Half the workforce runs, and we’re still here. That should change the terms.”
Comments
Diele Miller
Thanks for the chapter
Call0013
Gaius Taking about the Spiritual core makes me Hope that he will help his friends,family,etc with it and I hope he makes books for all his skills, Like with earth magic he could probably make printing plates. So he could mass produce his skill books with a printing press.(He is probably going to want the books for his siblings and guild mates. But some he could freely realise some of his non-combat skill books to power level his teaching class and skills) Spiritual Core probably needs hands on teaching but some of his other skills probably don’t.
