My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse-Chapter 962 - 960 Third Mana Circle

Kisha listed several big baskets of Spiritual vegetables and fruits in her store, knowing they were highly sought-after resources in the cultivation world due to their rich spiritual energy. Naturally, the higher the grade, the higher the price. Before listing them, she sent 008 to conduct some market research in the store from the higher realm, checking other stores she couldn’t access to get a sense of the going rates for crops of similar grade.

While 008 was researching, Kisha turned her attention to experimenting with the Teleportation Scroll she had inscribed back in Maple Leaf Town. Instead of using it on herself, she picked up a branch from the ground.

Carefully, she inscribed the coordinates on the scroll and explicitly specified the branch as the target, ensuring she wouldn’t accidentally teleport herself. Once the inscriptions were complete, she tore the scroll’s seal and watched as the branch vanished before her eyes.

Moments later, the branch reappeared at the intended location, completely unharmed. Its flawless arrival confirmed that it hadn’t experienced any distortion in space or time during the teleportation, which meant that her Teleportation Scroll had been a success.

Now, what Kisha wanted to improve in her Teleportation Scroll was the comfort of the teleportation itself. She didn’t want to endure the same discomfort she had experienced with the Teleportation Scroll she bought from the system mall, which had left her feeling dizzy and felt as though she had been pulled in every direction.

While it hadn’t felt like she was being torn apart, it was as if her body were experiencing a localized earthquake. Such intense discomfort made continuous teleportation almost unbearable, and far worse than the worst jet lag.

After confirming the Teleportation scroll worked, she immediately pulled a table and chair from her inventory, set them down, and began inscribing a new Teleportation Scroll. Since her first attempt was successful, she followed the same thought process, only this time, she added a few intricate modifications.

Those extra layers, however, demanded far more mana than she expected. She ended up draining almost her entire reserve, using all 800 points of her mana just to complete the inscription.

The problem was clear: she still couldn’t compress the arcane patterns. Without compression, the inscription required an enormous amount of energy. If she could refine the structure, simplify the flow, and condense the runes, she would significantly reduce the mana cost.

But achieving that would require more trials, more combinations, and more experimentation.

But she also refused to compromise on her standards. After all, there would be times when she would use her own Teleportation Scroll, and she had no intention of enduring the same discomfort she had experienced with other Teleportation Scrolls.

She wanted her scroll to be far superior, smooth, reliable, and comfortable, and no matter how difficult the process, she wasn’t willing to cut corners. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

With the spark of inspiration still fresh, though she wasn’t entirely sure how to execute it yet, Kisha could only make small adjustments each time and observe the results. So she immersed herself in her experiments.

Each time she finished inscribing a Teleportation Scroll, she would take a ten-minute break, sipping a vial of the black liquid to recover her mana. Once her strength returned, she would stand, pick up the same branch she used earlier, and test the newly inscribed scroll to see whether it functioned properly.

If it worked, she used the successful formula as her base before adding another slight modification. Afterward, she would attempt to compress the stable runes, condensing them into a tighter, continuous line, almost like turning separate strokes into a single flowing cursive thread.

The more unified the inscription, the less mana it would require. Step by step, refinement by refinement, she continued pushing toward that goal.

’This is so much harder than inscribing a combat-type magic scroll... but that only means it’ll be worth far more once I sell it. So I just have to work harder. Fighting!’

Kisha encouraged herself, imagining the day she would display this new kind of magic scroll in her store. It would be the first of its kind on the market. If she compared it to Earth’s transportation, the Teleportation Scroll that 008 bought from the system mall was like an old, rickety car on the verge of breaking down, which was slow, shaky, and uncomfortable.

But the scroll she aimed to create?

That would be the equivalent of Japan’s high-speed bullet train, swift, smooth, and impossibly steady, gliding forward without a single jolt. No discomfort, no dizziness, no motion sickness. That was the level of refinement she wanted to achieve.

Because of that, she knew she would have to price it high. And even if mages in the Fantasy World eventually discovered her Teleportation Scroll, she wasn’t worried about them reverse-engineering it.

She used an ancient Arcane Inscription long lost to time, along with her own unique variations. Even if someone could decipher fragments of the ancient runes preserved in historical records, they would never fully grasp her complete formula. They could attempt to replicate it if they dared, but doing so would come with risks, and she doubted anyone would succeed.

But as she inscribed her fifth Teleportation Scroll, a sudden jolt shot through her chest, making her flinch violently in her seat. She slammed her hand on the table. "Ugh!" Kisha groaned, clutching her chest as her heartbeat thundered violently, feeling like it might burst through her ribs.

"Ugh... my mana..." Kisha groaned, nearly collapsing to the ground. She braced herself with one hand, her body trembling in pain. Veins bulged on her forehead, and the whites of her eyes gradually reddened as more veins crept into view.

She bit her lower lip, stifling her gasps and screams, unwilling to alert Duke, who was meditating at the Spiritual Spring. Fortunately, she was far enough away that he had yet to notice her struggle.

Kisha realized her mana pool had suddenly expanded, and her mana heart couldn’t handle the sudden surge of power as her mana was spiraling out of control. The only way to stabilize it was to expand her mana heart’s circle from two to three; otherwise, her heart might shatter under the strain.

Grimacing through the pain and gasps, she forced herself into a cross-legged position on the ground, steadying her breathing as she sank into meditation. Slowly, she began regulating the chaos of her mana’s movement in her heart and veins, soothing her wild mana.

Once her heartbeat and energy started to align, she carefully guided her mana to form a new circle. To ensure the third circle was stronger and sturdier than the first two, she had to pour every ounce of her mana into it, and this is her only hope of reinforcing her collapsing mana heart and bringing her rampaging power back under control.

But as her mana surged wildly around her mana heart, Kisha couldn’t help but cough up blood, her eyebrow twitching in pain. She didn’t move, though, focusing entirely on guiding her mana to form the third circle.

Creating this third circle was far more difficult than the first two, because the threshold was higher, and it represented the peak of low-level mages. It was a true bottleneck.

She had assumed she wouldn’t need to form another circle for several days, giving herself time to prepare. But perhaps it was her relentless exhaustion of mana that triggered the current chaos because her mana pool had dwindled to almost nothing.

She then replenished it with the vial of black liquid, repeating the process multiple times. This sequence gradually forced her mana pool to expand, accommodating more mana to prevent it from emptying entirely. Unintentionally, she had pushed her mana heart to respond to the constant strain, leading to the dangerous surge she now endured.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as if thousands of needles pricked her skin, and a sensation like ants crawling beneath her flesh made her shiver with discomfort. But she had to endure it; any sudden movement could disrupt the flow of mana in her mana heart, and instead of forming her third circle, her mana heart might explode like a bomb.

She forced herself to remain as still as water and as calm as a pine tree.

She inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled through her mouth until the air from her lips turned to steam. Her blood felt like molten magma coursing through her veins, and soon, steam began rising from her entire body.

Still, she kept her eyes closed, focusing entirely on the swirling energy within her chest. Her mana started to coil and twist around her heart, and the third circle began to take shape. Every fiber of her concentration was devoted to keeping it stable and forming it perfectly.

A sudden air current swirled around her as tiny sparks of electricity sizzled along her body, and a surge of energy shot upward. The disturbance was so intense that even Duke felt it from where he was meditating, a restless unease crawling through him.